Its the 1,000 mile stare without the suffering on a high peak or bigwall for days and days. Its the closest to a crack climbers zen. Its really just a supreme achievement in being relaxed, physically fit, and in touch with the nature. If you find yourself in Indian Creek for longer that just 4 or 5 days, you may end up creek’d out.
With all the everyday things even climbers deal with, yes we have real responsibilities too, sometimes its not quite the escape to go climbing for the weekend at a popular, yet five star, busy area. Even though the Creek is definitely busy by today’s standards, you can still go to any number of walls and never see another soul the whole time you’re there. That’s a part of being creek’d out for sure.
If you happen upon someone who has been down there for more than week they may seem to be stoned and spaced out. They may be, but it would only be a small part of it. They wont know if there’s been a new war started or joined, who legalized marijuana today, or if they have a newborn niece or nephew in they’re life. They have been basking in the sun and cranking on perfect parallel sandstone cracks all the day long, having apres’ climbing in the parking lot, and staring at campfires.
There are people there from china, california, michigan, canada, spain, germany, etc… All with a common interest in getting a little dirty and feel the pain and pleasure of this one of a kind crack mecca. The most climbers I usually see is around thanksgiving. There is usually warm temps this time of year before the winter really kicks in. Tons of turkey and libations. People drawn together for an orphans’ celebration. Its a place for connecting with climber friends new and old. A meditative place. A place for just being…Creek’d out.
To sustain being creek’d out, avoid Moab and Monticello at all costs. To do this you need steady rations brought in or stocked up for, of:
food (whatever you may deem that is)
Its that simple actually.