The burden of being the crag dad.
I love my crew, but being the strongest climber in the group is honestly a full-time unpaid babysitting gig.
Just got back from the crag and I swear I spent 85% of my day standing in the dirt staring up at a 5.6 slab. My buddy spent 45 minutes on it. He was matching on a ledge the size of a sidewalk, hyperventilating, and asking for beta on jugs you could see from space. Meanwhile, my neck is permanently bent at a 90-degree angle and my own project is just sitting there collecting dust.
Taking gym gumbies outside is wild. They show up with good vibes and zero gear, expecting me to be a mobile climbing store. They literally didn't bring anything while I'm out here hauling the 70m rope, draws, stick clip, and anchor gear for people who claim they "climb 5.12" but get absolutely shut down by an outdoor 5.7.
I waste so much time babysitting noobs, finishing routes people "just wanted to top-rope the start of," and ruining my vocal cords trying to yell "SLACK" to my deaf belayer on the ground.
I am honestly so tired of how soft and weak my crew is. People really need to step up their game.