St Paul's point has been our locale the past couple of days, a beautiful ocean fed pool surrounded by unclimbed sea-stacks. Today we chose the most aesthetic of the spires enjoying a fine climb above the foam and spray. Occasional freak swells blew through the rocky rampart firing water almost to the summit 100+ ft above the boiling surf: Only the tricky task of naming the spire remains. (From Kevin's Dispatches from the Pitcairn Island Expedition)

The most important thing for me has not been the end results, the wins, the records. I am far more interested in the relationships I have created through climbing, and ALS0 the humility with which climbing has helped me approach the world.