It's desert climbing season again. This past weekend we pilgramaged to Indian Creek with Arnie, Red and Moxie (Guest Retriever - we love her) to meet Mike and Lisa Ray and their dog, Tanner. Three days of chasing shade and climbing pitch after pitch of sandstone....I loved it, which kind of surprised me; normally Indian Creek is ok, but not awesome. This time, it was absolutely rad. I think I've turned the corner and finally found the rhythm, the fun, the grace of crack climbing.
Not that I was particularly graceful this weekend. My hands are swollen and cut up, my knees and forearms are bruised. Ok, so my form is still lacking; at least I'm having fun.
Photographic evidence of the fun.
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