There I was, lying dormant on a thin sheet of nylon that suspended me high up on the side of a cliff. Instead of managing my gear and double-checking my systems, I was sleeping.
I’ll never forget the first time I slept on a portaledge. I was on my very first aid climb in Zion National Park, climbing Moonlight Buttress. I remember lying there in the dark, hovering over a massive void below. Abe was playing some music on his iPhone while I gazed at the stars and the dark cliff looming above us. That was the beginning of a new addiction.
