Ruth definitely feeling the pinch on 'Feel the Pinch'(V.4)
Not much to say really. It was another gorgeous weekend in Leavenworth and yet another reminder that bouldering is just one of those great activities that fall under the umbrella of climbing. Each trip it gets harder and harder to pull myself away from the boulders, and easier and easier to lose focus on the monster projects at Little si. Our pseudo participation in the Icicle clean up yielded results in sends, and I even got to meet my Pro-climber doppelganger Chris Shultes who made a very random appearance at Forestlands before disappearing up the trail surrounded by an entourage echoing sentiments about getting on the Practitioner. Oh how I wanted to follow…
Jeremy reaches for the slopey lip on his send of 'the Drill Sergeant' (V.8)
Ruth getting so close on 'Feel the Pinch'
The perfect way to walk your dog.
But we chose the solace of the Pretty Boulders and it was a great choice. The area itself was deserted, the granite was just as good as I remember it, and the scenery was stunning. It’s easy to get sucked into four or five moves on a small piece of rock, until you turn around and try to absorb the staggering chasms, haunted groves, roiling river, and rocky breasts half covered in snow pack that make up this enchanted canyon called the Icicle.
Ruth gets into the dihedral on 'Pretty Girl'(V.3)
Climbing 'Pretty Hate Machine' (V.7/8)
Two days in this wonderland appear and begin to thin into distant memory like the smoke from a fire, but the smell resonates and clings to you with the strength of a vivid memory. Your skin stings, your muscles are sore, but you want to stay. You want more. Being in this canyon, soaking your hands in the frantic lapse of the river, smelling the pines, and watching the lizards bounce through breaks in the boulders; it’s entrancing and enchanting.
Ruth wins the No Skin Left award on our last day in the Icicle.