#Privilege
Sucking in briny air, my left foot pasted on a smear and fingers pawing waxy edges, I exhaled and launched for a spiny crimp. “Whooo!” I latched the hold and stood into a scoop. Only two more cruxes guarded the top of Freedom, a 140-foot 5.12 on the Point, a limestone bluff at the tip of Cayman Brac, a tiny Caribbean island south of Cuba. It was the last climb of our crew’s 10-day editorial trip, and I wanted to end on a good note by redpointing the route. At the anchor, I looked down to where Nina Williams, belaying, stood lashed to a glue-in. She appeared tiny against the immensity of the escarpment and the swirling blue sea. Earlier, a sea turtle had floated by, diving through clear waters to…