percious
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I arrived at the west side parking lot with little expectation for action.My owner milled about at the uberfall for an hour or so before his rope gun showed up. My owner was expecting his leader to come fully equiped so pieces of me may only be used as some extras.
Alas, the pony tailed and tardy leader arrived. He was not sporting his expected big red pack and upon questioning he admitted to his stupidity of leaving his own equipment behind. He did have his own rope however.
I was excited, having not seen action in at least a year, and happy to head up the cliff. The leader chose a modest 5.5 to start by the name of Asphodel.I met some new friends who happened have come with the leader for backup gear.We all meshed well together, hanging from the leader's shoulder.
Soon we were off the ground, and I felt the rock first hand as part of me was wedged into a finger-sized crack. A few clips later and I felt the rope pull through and up to a small overhang. A few of my camming devices were embedded in the rock, and I was soon lassoed to a tree with the leader attached. My friend the rope was pulled through, and before I knew it my owner was heading up and extracting me from my placements. It was cold and clear and the rock was dry. We were all having a great time.
The heat from the rappel was soon dissipated from my belay plates while the men coiled the ropes. Searching in the cliff's guide book, they settled on Credibility Gap, a daunting 5.6 PG.
The leader headed up next to the nearby Asphodel, placing a piece in Asphodel's crack before finally commiting to the thin seam on the left. He found one other good nut and then ran it out a bit, placing my smallest stopper (#4) behind a tiny crystal. I was expecting to rip out in the event the leader fell, and hoped that he would walk with care. Apparently he had a nervous look in his eye as he peered his belayer."Chris, you don't have to do this if you aren't feeling it. You have nothing to prove to me," shouted my owner. "No, it's alright, I'm just nervous, it's the beginning of the season.""Besides, I see good gear here for the crux."
Chris hesitated at the crux, placing a large cam and clipping in before exploring the holds near the commiting crux moves. He opted to put my blue stopper near the end of the roof, clipping in one of my slings and extending it out. If he fell now I would be able to hold him well, and keep him from swinging into the face.
"A one-move-wonder" shouted the leader with relief after he pulled his body around the awkward crux.My carabiner's ached as the rope was pulled through. The leader was complaining about rope drag.The second came up.
Back on the ground Chris got couragous and tried to start up Maria Direct (5.9), but was turned away despite backing up the low pin. The crux moves were too hard on lead for late in the day. One of my new friends Doval was left hanging on the pin as the men walked away.
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Alas, the pony tailed and tardy leader arrived. He was not sporting his expected big red pack and upon questioning he admitted to his stupidity of leaving his own equipment behind. He did have his own rope however.
I was excited, having not seen action in at least a year, and happy to head up the cliff. The leader chose a modest 5.5 to start by the name of Asphodel.I met some new friends who happened have come with the leader for backup gear.We all meshed well together, hanging from the leader's shoulder.
Soon we were off the ground, and I felt the rock first hand as part of me was wedged into a finger-sized crack. A few clips later and I felt the rope pull through and up to a small overhang. A few of my camming devices were embedded in the rock, and I was soon lassoed to a tree with the leader attached. My friend the rope was pulled through, and before I knew it my owner was heading up and extracting me from my placements. It was cold and clear and the rock was dry. We were all having a great time.
The heat from the rappel was soon dissipated from my belay plates while the men coiled the ropes. Searching in the cliff's guide book, they settled on Credibility Gap, a daunting 5.6 PG.
The leader headed up next to the nearby Asphodel, placing a piece in Asphodel's crack before finally commiting to the thin seam on the left. He found one other good nut and then ran it out a bit, placing my smallest stopper (#4) behind a tiny crystal. I was expecting to rip out in the event the leader fell, and hoped that he would walk with care. Apparently he had a nervous look in his eye as he peered his belayer."Chris, you don't have to do this if you aren't feeling it. You have nothing to prove to me," shouted my owner. "No, it's alright, I'm just nervous, it's the beginning of the season.""Besides, I see good gear here for the crux."
Chris hesitated at the crux, placing a large cam and clipping in before exploring the holds near the commiting crux moves. He opted to put my blue stopper near the end of the roof, clipping in one of my slings and extending it out. If he fell now I would be able to hold him well, and keep him from swinging into the face.
"A one-move-wonder" shouted the leader with relief after he pulled his body around the awkward crux.My carabiner's ached as the rope was pulled through. The leader was complaining about rope drag.The second came up.
Back on the ground Chris got couragous and tried to start up Maria Direct (5.9), but was turned away despite backing up the low pin. The crux moves were too hard on lead for late in the day. One of my new friends Doval was left hanging on the pin as the men walked away.
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