Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Busted knuckes are the price of glory


Nate and Sue and Keith and I went climbing on Sunday. The picture above shows what my hands looked like after a few rounds of crack climbing in Oregon basalt. I had so much fun; I finally started to get the how of jamming. Nate and Sue put up several routes each without seeming to struggle. Keith and I had a harder time of it. We climbed until just shy of 3 'clock. Then the sun got pretty intense. We scrambled across the giant basalt blocks that form the base of the crag and then slipped, skidded and slalomed our way down the steep and not very well graded trail.

Here are some pictures.

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