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| Our one mishap, a rock falling from my route and singeing a hole in our rope. |
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| If you look close you can see one of Dustin's b-day presents...a mullet. |
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| Bloody knuckles. |
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| Indian Creek--The North and South Six Shooter |
It was my birthday, so by tradition I got a weekend. When Dustin asked what I wanted to do, in my coming to terms with 25 and needing something hardcore to override my fears, I instantly responded <<climb until my knuckles bleed>>. I know, I'm weird. So being the great husband he is, he complied and 1)borrowed the biggest cam I have ever laid my hands on 2)bought bolts and chains 3)packed the gear, picked me up from work, and we headed south.
Not only did I get my bloody knuckles, but I got in the first bolt to my own personal route in our crag. Also, that aforementioned cam was bomber protection while hand drilling bolts. So, here's to a quarter century, big cams, and of course bloody knuckles.