Published June 2, 2026 12:41PM One of my first sport-climbing mentors was Jean Delataillade, a French ex-pat living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, who’d imported his country’s top-down bolting tactics to our desert state’s welded tuff. Jean was tall and lean, with fingers of steel and balletic footwork; his wife was an artist and drove a retired hearse. Jean was the coolest, and teenage me wanted to be just like him.