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.
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You said you were gonna be my photographer if I was to take a big whipper on Blood, Sweat, and Chalk. You didn’t keep up your end of the bargain, so that cancelled with my draw pulling.
Pah, I was keeping an eye on you climbing, and you were gliding up the climb with such style and grace, that the very idea of you taking a whipper seemed completely inconceivable. And then came the moment that you pulled on the draw, and it seemed that time stood still, as I recoiled with shock and horror. The moment played over in my mind, again and again…
Hah, it’s a good thing I didn’t have my camera out, otherwise there’d be a photo of you pulling on the draw posted up … somewhere!
The guy who led BSC before me also pulled on draw at the same bolt, I think that should be considered a “crux clip”.