A couple Christmases ago, Holly bought us the New England Bouldering Guide, knowing that it would entice us to get our butts up there to go climbing. We obviously wanted to climb during this trip (even though we were both injured – boo) but didn’t know how we were going to get crash pads. I got a hold of one of the owners of the rock climbing gym in Burlington and she said that she would get some pads for us to rent. This was a couple months ago. Fast forward to our trip – I hadn’t heard from her since then so when we arrived in VT, I called asking about them and the guy on the line said that they didn’t rent any out. So…I guess there was a mix up of information and we figured we wouldn’t be getting any pads. I wasn’t about to give up, so Tom and I drove up the mountain to Smugglers Notch hoping we would find some other boulderers that could help us out. After about an hour of exploring, we ran into a couple of guys, Lex and Sam, who turned out to be our salvation. After introducing ourselves and explaining our situation, they told us to come out the next day and climb with them and we could use their pads. We were thrilled…and they turned out to be the nicest guys ever! We kind of adopted Lex as our brother and we ended up hanging out with him a lot during the trip. He’s a snowboard instructor in Stowe during the winter and bouldering has become his summer sport. He invited us to come back to VT early next year for some free private snowboarding lessons! How cool is that!? So we told him that he would have to come down to Tucson during the mud season next year so we could take him to Hueco. Needless to say, we got to do some bouldering up on the Notch and it was great. My ankle did pretty well and Tommy’s finger didn’t bug him too much. We were just happy we got to get outside and meet some really cool people.