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napping at franklin

I went climbing on Sunday as well. At Franklin again (it’s in West Virginia, next door to Seneca). More accurately, I napped in the sun at the base of the cliffs, while everybody else climbed. I could have been an eager climbing photographer, but I was concentrating on my crag-napping skills, so I didn’t really have time.

franklin
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franklin super crag

Saturday was spent clipping bolts and avoiding the special detachable holds at Franklin River Gorge. Photo snappage ensued.

jumpstart

Jumpstart, 5.8.

castaways

Study in blue – on Castaways 5.8.

contemplation on boulder

Vegas auditioning for a role in our climbing mockumentary as ‘constanty stoned, introspective and spiritual new-age hippy sports climber’.

Lessons from the day – At Franklin they mark the loose blocks and holds with an X; some climbs would be well served with a huge X across the whole damn thing – While wandering from cliff to cliff, always attach my down jacket to myself if it’s in its stuff sack, otherwise I will drop it and it will roll all the way down to the bottom of the gorge, where I will run into a southern fisherman who will think I’m a crazy person – Saigon Cafe in Harrisonburg VA has really really yummy Vietnamese food.

This is what my friends were up to back home over the Easter long weekend. I lament the fact that we don’t have the long weekend over here.

EDIT – Oh, and I was just reminded of the other thing I learnt. Americans call canyoning ‘canyoneering’, which tends to remind me of the Canyonero, from the Simpsons…

Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
smells like a steak and seats thirty-five..
Canyonero! Canyonero!