To aid me in my quest to divest me of cellulite my brutha' in law bought me for my birthday a bottle of the Glenlivet. Typically when i have a fresh bottle of the single malt, i quit eating for a few days, favoring instead to just drink all m' meals. Right then.
Having whined at some length on Fri. about having absolutely no one with which to do anything worth doing in this one-horse town, a friend from the climbgym called me up on sat. and we went bouldering in the foothills near me house. That made for 4 days of climbing last week, and maybe the second time in almost a year i've been on real rock. That was fun. i forget how much i love rock 'til i get on it again, and how much different it is from plastic. The reason i don't climb out there more often (it's maybe a 5 min. drive) is that everything in the lower Sandias is slab climbing-- even if it's 120 deg. overhanging. It's all this quartzite aggregate weirdness, with no readily apparent holds on, and a coefficient of friction something like a cheese grater. A typical problem consists of locking down on a crystal dice glued to the face, plaistering one's feet on BBs and launching for a rugosity you assume is there because there's chalk in the vicinity. If you're lucky enough to stick it, you gain the pleasure of rocking up over it, matching a foot with your hand and standing up with no further holds on who-knows-what with 8 or ten feet of air under yer shoes for a manky top out. we probably didn't do anything harder than v2, but it's a head trip.
Anyhow, i sho' 'nuff does look me fo'ward to gettin' on some nice rocas. i wuz perusing my guidebook yesterday, and there's some very nice looking stuff around. There're routes from 5.6 to as hard as you'd wanna do, and even a five star 120ish ft. 5.9+ pitch that sounded very worth the hike in to.
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