The bank account has run dry. After almost two years of living out of three duffel bags and a trusty Subaru named Bam Bam, Sarah’s got to go back to work. Join her as she shares stories of her last hooray in southern Patagonia, and a few lessons learned along the way as she navigates life as an unemployed social deviant.
Sarah Hart was born to a dirt-bike-racing father, and a shopping-mall-loving mother in the sprawling suburbs of Canada’s largest city, Toronto. Not exactly the birthplace, nor lineage, one might expect an alpine climber, let alone a rock climber to come from.
By all accounts Sarah was poised to follow her childhood dream of equestrian pursuits, but a chance encounter with rock climbing at the age of 20 changed her life’s course. She gave up the saddle and bridle for a pair of climbing shoes and a harness.
Since those early years of learning to climb in a musty old grainery-turned-climbing-gym in her hometown of Newmarket, Ontario, Sarah has developed her skills in many climbing disciplines: competition bouldering, sport climbing, traditional climbing, and alpine climbing. However, she has yet to truly appreciate climbing in sub-zero temperatures with dangerously sharp objects strapped to her hands and feet (AKA ice climbing).
In 2012, after realizing she was getting old, Sarah quit her cushy full-time desk job to begin what has become the longest climbing holiday of her life. She’s managed to climb 5.13, get scared and really cold in British Columbia’s Waddington Range, send a V9 highball, and stand atop the greatest summit of her life, Cerro Fitz Roy in Patagonia, Argentina.
Sarah’s stuff currently calls Squamish, British Columbia.