Normally when bouldering, I hop around taking photos or rapid-fire at my project for an hour or so. It was the fifth and final day of our climbing trip and I found myself shuffling pads behind Grandfather Mountain in beautiful western North Carolina. Cody began to climb and slipped his right hand into a slot and his left hand onto a perfectly sculpted crimp, bringing his left foot to my eye level. “Keep breathing, Cody. You’ve got this.”