The last time I wrote I wasn't so sure that it would be climbable on Monday. As it turns out, it wasn't, but we climbed anyway. I woke up to this:
and this:
(* miraculously, my camera still takes pictures even though the LCD screen is broken. Now it is a true point and shoot)
Around 2pm I went up to Supercrack with Ken, Blake and Greg (the guys from the midwest/Kentucky), and fired Coyne Crack in windy, cloudy, sub-40 degree weather (freezing with windchill?). I came down with the worst brain freeze of my life. It felt like I'd shoved ice cubes up my sinuses and down into my lungs. It was so FUCKING cold. I ran down to Blake's Sportsmobile (Blake is a quintessential redneck intellegentsia, and if you have never heard that moniker, I'm making it up - so now you have), fired up the JetBoil, and downed a bunch of hot soup. COLD.
Tuesday was another slow day, but we made it up to Cat Wall before noon. I got pretty psyched and jumped right on King Cat. I made it through the wide section with a left fist/right chicken-wing armbar/left kneebar shuffle, but the I fucked up while I was racking up and didn't have the right gear for the layback section. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, because I can't do the roof. I cannot find the mythical "bomber fists" that Shannon told me about. Damn. Pulling the roof is NOTHING compared to trying to jam it. Oh well. Maybe I'll get psyched again some other day. Then I aided up Cat Burglar to put a toprope on it. I even sucked on toprope. Splitter yellow aliens and I just couldn't get good fingers. Maybe I need green aliens? I was fine when there were feet, but as soon as the feet dropped away I was hopeless. On the bright side, I got to do a new route at the Cat Wall, a 5.10+ climb called Kitty Litter that was pretty fun. Today I'm resting, because the weather sucks AGAIN. Tomorrow is supposed to be gorgeous with Friday and Saturday turning to shit again. I hope that we can make it good.
Oh yeah - and I bought another set of cams... .3 through 3. Hell yeah!
2 comments:
Srsly, I can understand maybe a third of that. It's like a different language. And yet I read it. It sounds really cool.
^ Is that THE Trout??
BOMBER, Mandi, BOMBER. Although with those meathooks you're apparently sporting, maybe you should just throw for the handjam near the lip!
And hi to Ken!
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