Last Monday Josh informs us that it is going to be 65 and sunny at Vantage this weekend and ski season is over and we are going climbing and that's that. So Sunday, Steve, Shelly, Josh and I load up in the Maxima and headed east; leaving all trad gear and Sickly Sue in Seattle. Everyone gets in their allotted leads and Josh gets "milage" on 10 b's and c's. Steve, of coarse, had to be berated and belittled up Desert Shield and Uprising. Then proclaimed Uprising as the best line in the park (partly, I think because he lead it in style and partly cos I cussed and whined when I followed.) I led the 5.5 chimney for the umpteenth time, but the urine at the bottom bumped it up a grade, so I'm solidly leading 5.6 for the third year in a row.
Aside from some slightly annoying frat & sorority kids with a cool dog who liked to smoke and belay at the same time and yell "DUDE" alot, it was a perfect day at our favorite outdoor gym.
No trip to Vantage would be complete w/o the stop at DQ in Ellensburg (solidly manned by three people.) So we had plenty of time for photo op's with the bucking bronco (weight limit= 35 pounds, oops!) Cheeseburgers and blizzards for everyone. Then an uneventful but educational (who knew Irving had written anything besides "Cider House Rules"?) ride home. Everyone but Josh gazing wistfully at the stationary lifts at the pass.
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