Tribute To Honnold Poem by Chas Weeden

Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it's opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that's small but you can bite it.
[From Honnold's climbing notebook.]

For me, the most transcendental feat -
Your smeared soles at Freeblast Slabs,
your shoulder jammed into Offwidth
and cardiac-kick at the Boulder
were: Inspirational; unimaginable.
We sit in theatre chairs white-gripping
our armrests and, too often, eyes closed.
Up on El Cap as much as we'll e'er be,
We twist our bodies in synchrony.
We've seen how immeasurable
the possible; the achievable
of the inconceivable.At last,
an image beyond the past; a hero
of no vanquished enemy,
brawling limitless potentiality.
Following your lead, we reimagine
how we might ascend our vallied lives.