Still reeling from the disappointing pool closure and the ensuing drowning of sorrows at Pepe & Gringo's, we managed to soldier on the next day... some of us more chipper than others.
Managed to get some good climbs in. Josh put up a short but thin thin thin 11a corner I had been dreaming since I first saw it a year and a half ago. It was sweet! Pinky locks and palming! If only it went on longer. It's called Corner of Death.
Steve put up Quarry Man again and started trying to pre-bail on leading Penny Lane. A climb he's been talking about for months and practicing fingerlocks for. Josh would have none of it and dragged him to it by the ear at the end of the day.
I have to admit, it's a little airy.
But he did it and let out a yelp that could be heard around the bluffs. As a result, some guy in Murrin fell off a 100 foot cliff and probably won't make it but at least I don't have to hear about Penny Lane anymore.
Time to celebrate.
Went to the Shady Tree and everyone got silly and stuffed.
Stole some plastic sauce cups and headed back to the campground for Patron shots!
Where is that fucking lime?! I know I brought it! (Actually, I left it in my truck.)
Not one Kellum in the group but we did ok for civilians.
Then I beat Steve at leg wrestling even though you can clearly see he's cheating by holding down my arm.
1 comment:
Man, I must have been drunk. I don't remember any of that! I lost at leg wrestling? Well apparently I climbed something cool that I can't name.
SK
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