On Squamish and the journey to get there

A year ago I led my first successful pitch of rock climbing ever. I say successful because there was that one time last winter when in 20 degree weather I struggled up my first climb ever on real rock, got to the fourth bolt and fell, hitting the wall 25 feet below me, spraining my ankle and coming about a centimeter from shattering my kneecap. We had hastily jumped on the first climb we saw after being unable to decipher the guidebook, and unable to feel my fingers, I had headed up. I brought my insulated gloves up with me and stopped at every bolt to warm my hands. Looking back over the guidebook later, it appeared I had attempted to onsight a 5.10c for my first ever lead. I drove the thre