Saturday was spent clipping bolts and avoiding the special detachable holds at Franklin River Gorge. Photo snappage ensued.
Jumpstart, 5.8.
Study in blue – on Castaways 5.8.
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!
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What happened to the picture of me chalking up while dangling from one arm 2000 feet… I mean, 2.000 feet off the deck?
The presence of the ground was far too obvious…. hmmm – thinks of backgrounds the image could be superimposed on… also it was a vertical photo, and messed with the feng shui of the page :P