I got a ride inside the cat on one of my trips up Highlands Bowl. (Scary avalanche crown visible in the distance)
I was as giddy as France Gall with a lollipop.
"Packing the bowl"
A lesson learned en route to Aspen after the conference: never ski at Loveland Pass.
After two epic days of April skiing with some actual face shots, we had the pleasure to briefly meet Lou and Lisa Dawson before we fled to Moab. Enchanté!
There was a climb on The Rectory on my mind.
Here's pitch 1 of Coyote Calling.
It's some serious 5.11+ warmup, this pitch. I was not feeling the love with my double rack. After a few nonchalant trips there I forgot how sustained and burly sandstone could feel.
Naomi near an early crux.
The end of the pitch is a proper funk blast.
Naomi starts up the thin hands marathon of the second pitch.
What a pitch!
Naomi had tweaked her shoulder a little bit and I had been cold in the shade all day... blah blah blah... at any rate, we bailed.
I was psyched to climb the North Face of Castleton the next day.
Then it was raining in Moab the next morning!? Oh well, we had a leisurely drive home, delicious northern New Mexican specialties, then I got seriously spanked climbing in Diablo Canyon the next day.
