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The Red Rocks Trip Report by Megan is a work of fiction.
Any references to real people, living or dead; and real events, businesses, organisations, and locales are intended only to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity.
All names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.
(and it’s also very long)
Welcome to Red Rocks, Nevada. Day One – clipping bolts in the Black Canyon.
(More photos behind a cut, for the benefit of those out there who still have their internet access provided by modems made of cardboard and string)
I’m back, it was amazing, more photos on their way.
I’m heading off soon to catch the flight to Vegas, I’ll be off climbing in Red Rocks until Tuesday morning (when I stagger back home at 9 in the morning, rubbing my eyes and cursing work). In the meantime, here’s the artists impression of me in Red Rocks.
One day ‘til the Red Rocks adventure, and I’m on a hunt for new music to listen to on the plane. I’m in my little grey cubicle at work, and the man in one of the adjacent cubicles is snoring. This is the level of excitement at work. Earlier I heard a man saying “Oh, not party fun. Science fun!†(and going from sounding slightly disparaging, to alarmingly excited).
I present you with a conversation (slightly edited for ease of reading).
me says:
Americans do dodgy abseiling. From slings on trees.
Me: “Where’s the anchor?”
Them: “This dodgy handful of slings around this tree”
Me: “Excellent”
sair says:
Heheeh sounds familiar, like in Thailand.
Me: “Dan, where is the anchor?”
Dan: “Oh it’s up there on that tufa”
Me: “Ok climbing”
(Me having reached the top)
Me: “This tufa is hollow”
Dan: “Yeah you’ll be right just work quickly”
Me: “Dan my anchor is attached to a hollow tufa”
Dan: “Yeah you look totally hardcore”