More photos from that sinful hotbed of wet climbing activity, Summersville Lake.
The hoards, they were swarming across the rock.
Henry found a fun looking hand traverse, which he set out across once the photographers were in place
Lara jumps off the cliff. The highest style points from the weekend go to Alyce though, who was the only one to do a flip off the cliff (a perfectly executed one at that).
We had reached Longs Point when we started hearing the thunder, and the call from Ocean (ex-lifeguard) came: “Out of the water kids!”. The large bearded gentleman, pictured flying through the air, managed to climb up onto the arete wearing sneakers only.
Ocean tried to follow up after him, but got stuck at this point under the roof: “I have to throw for that?”.
Also, note to google: “Air Cloud online”. Is that really the best you can do when I do a search for work related sites, and you’re desperately trying to find relevant things to advertise? Because I don’t want to buy an air cloud. I have no idea what they are, but it doesn’t seem to be something I should be paying for. However, if what you’re trying to sell to me is actually a little miniature atmosphere system, that can hang out in the rooms of my house, so I have little cloud systems and miniature fronts developing across my roof, then that would be rather cool, and I wholeheartedly approve (provided they’re not going to rain on me).
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Hey! Good work on the pano! It must be pretty hard to align all the photos up, consider you were shooting from a moving boat.
Hehe, the thing is, it’s not even a panorama. It’s just a crop of a photograph – there really were that many climbers all over the rock. But shhh, I’ll let everyone else assume it’s all lots of hard work and photoshop skills.
Trickery! And here I am, impressed with your mad photoshop skills. Sir I say sir, you insulted my intelligence, I demand satisfaction, I challenge you to a duel!
After many days of contemplation, I have decided to accept your challenge. We shall fight with kippers at dusk (or failing the availability of suitable kippers, then perhaps kippered beef jerky).