Another rainy day at the wall of worlds.
Hold that swing.
Paul reaching on Californicator.
Selfie with Nook. He looks so bummed.
Billis on Clearcut.
Waking up. Ready to head to the crag.
Green shirt on Green Mchinist.
Hou figuring how to do this.
When green shirts collide.
Thought I would just chuff around on this thing for a while.
Fight Club, we probably shouldn't talk about it.
You don't need to be rich to enjoy a beautiful view.
A little evening fire accompanied by a good dinner and friends.
It's a standoff.
No reason you can't pose and rest at the same time.
Heinous looking Yellowjacket nest on the wall.
The girl loves drop knees, Goris on Fight Club.
Doug on Groovin' in the Woods.
Kev reaches for the jug on Baby on Board.
Setting up for the compression crux.
Billis has to get psyched.
Cruising up some random 5.12a.
Nook is ready to leave, he wouldn't stop talking about the mall.
The struggle continues. We plunged through muddy trails, sat through down pours, waited out sweaty walls and long ques, swatted at mosquitoes, and jugged back up to our high points. It was a difficult road to intrinsic pleasure but we walked it all the way to its logical conclusion, which, in the end, was just another road offering even more chances at enlightenment.
The past few weeks have been filled with failure and breakthroughs. Anger and joy. Good friends and realizations. Shredded skin and egos. After an incredibly daunting and moist/drenched weekend at the ole World Wall, making staggering progress on Pornstar only to come back well rested and ready to dispatch and finding it in a total siege of water, we headed to Equinox. The first weekend was nothing short of just absolutely frustrating. Wet holds, slimy walls, long waits, and unbearable heat. The second weekend was absolutely perfect and complete redemption for the weekend before. Dry wall, cold rock, no lines, it was wide open for sending. I thought I would put Fight Club down easily after discovering new beta at the top crux but it was not to be. Instead I got to watch my friend Kevin walk up it like a warm up. I guess one month of not eating and shivering under a blanket increases your ability to crush power endurance 5.13+’s by tenfold. I was psyched but it still wasn’t enough, my high point was falling at the very last move on the very last burn of the trip. Now I have to wait for the 4th of July weekend to see if I can grapple my way to the top and hopefully the weather doesn’t bone me on this one.
I’ve had so many opportunities and so many good weather windows to complete my projects this season it’s agonizing every time I have to leave the crag empty handed. And I can’t help wondering when these windows are going to slam shut.