Saturday was way cold. Way colder than it was supposed to be and way colder than I was prepared to handle. I didn’t have belay gloves, long underwear, or hand-warmers. And I didn’t have my suffering mentality on straight. I guess I didn’t believe the nice weather would ever end this year.
So we did one three pitch route–Tequila Mockingbird–and called it a day. I said it was the end of the season and rode off into the sunset. Then Sunday it was beautiful. Monday it was beautiful. Maybe I can eke out one more weekend?
Tequila Mockingbird, 7+ (P1 & 3: Scott; P2: Dawn)
happy holidays sweetheart, many of us really enjoy your posts and commend your wonderful work. Keep it up-it has inspired a lot of newbies & ol’ diehards – really! post more often.
Thxs
B
Hey.
I’m a complete stranger to you, but I came across the trad girl stuff on the web by accident (and because I’m a climber), and I think you write the best trip reports ever. Perhaps this is partially due to the fact that you articulate the mental challenges very well…
Anyway. Just wanted to tell you that a complete stranger loves your writing. I stumbled across your blog and was happy to see that you’re still out there climbing. I hope to get out to the Gunks in May or June of this year (was there in 1997 and loved it) and I hope you’re out there on the cliffs having fun.