Three days ago I went up to Rocky Mountain National Park to boulder. It was a hilarious day. My friends Kel, Cary and I hiked in at an incredible pace, which I set. We must have set a record. I reasoned that getting to the boulders faster would mean more time to climb. But really I just lost all of my energy and got a mindboggling headache. Our first destination was Tommy's Arete (the climber is my friend Cameron. I just found this pciture on google, rad), and by the time we got there and took our pads off I didn't even want to climb, since my brain felt like an overinflated balloon. After what was probably a half hour of wastefulness (drinking water, eating goldfish and complaining to others about the pace I had set), I got psyched. Ryan Young, Eccentric Rock Climber and Math/Physics Major, started advertizing the funky ass-dab variations to the arete, which climb around onto the rock's face about halfway through the original climb. The first, likely already climbed and named by some unknown soul, was fashioned Lunch Box by us; a name inspired, I think, by the tendency for one to eat lunch at this particular spot, and also by Ryan's camera case, which could be one of three things: a damage-resistant camera case, a lunch box, or an IED. Lunch Box is a reasonable climb. There is another boulder kind of behind it, with mid-range dab potential, but it's avoidable. But then we noticed another variation that ended even further right. I don't think many boulders have seen first ascents just for the sake of laughter, but this was one of them. Lunch Money. This is such an ILL boulder that the use of a crash pad is impossible, since you'd be sitting on it for the last part of the climb. Proud!
On Sunday I did nothing. Rest, porch, sunshine, rain, sam adams, and then - for some reason - beer pong.
On Monday I tried to rock climb, at the gym. It did not go well, since the alcohol cloud in my head had not yet precipitated. Then I went to work, busing tables at L'atelier, whixh was sweaty and uneventful. Check it out if you want delicious buttery French food, and don't mind dishing out bills.
Today was a beautiful day spent with Liz, my lovely girlfriend, complete with climbing, dinner, and wine. A perfect day, to say the least.
One last thing, listen to Tell It Like You Mean It by Quantic for a dance. BONOBO coming up soon at the Fox, I may have to go.
And congratulations to my friend Kevin who is crushing the newness in South Africa, good lord.
Peace
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