Smith- Day 1

It's been an unusually rainy summer in Seattle and the few nice stretches have been precisely timed not to coincide with many climbing trips.
This has not affected me personally at all. But Steve and Josh have been feeling persecuted.
This trip to Smith was turning into the Holy Grail. A last ditch effort to save their season. Men are so cute with their goals and whatnot.
I was excited about camping and Shelly was excited about beer.
Everyone got what they wanted on Saturday.

Josh got an 11b he's been looking at for a year now.

Whartley's Revenge. A very burley dihedral. I made Steve lead a 5.6 flake so I could get up on top to take some pics. I got a few and then my camera went dead. Way to plan ahead, Dumbass.

Steve put up a heinous 10a/b face problem, which I hated.... but it was impressive.

Shelly and I cheered. Partly cos we were proud of the guys and partly cos that meant it was time to go to Deschutes.

A brief "I forgot my ID in the tent" scare ensued. We made work around plans. False alarm. Everyone got their beer, burgers, and ribs. Had some Thai hot wings that were unbelievable. Not quite nuclear but Sue would've had to keep her distance.

Too tired for Patron shots. Big day!