Meetup in New Rochelle
We brought our own crowd (7 in the van - Guillaume, Eric, Kristy, Joe, Brian, Joana, and me; 3 by train - Annagret, Alex, and another climber I didn't even meet) to add to the roiling masses at the Rock Club's Thursday night Adult Climbing League. It was an absolute zoo, but the energy was palpable (as was neighboring bodies).
Can't recap it all as we were spread out like the tumbleweeds in the wind. I know Joe worked his way further up his overhanging project 8+, and Joana fought her way up a roofy 9. Brian crushed a 9 in the back and fought his way up Lau-style on the crotch-splitting 11 up front (and barely avoided an unintended and disastrous hand-foot match [his hand, my foot] when we met on two routes bracketing an arete). Guillaume and I led a couple of 10s that crushed us, but we did work out the sequence for that crazy sloper-guarded 12 on toprope. Brian avoided the lead test for one more day, but I think that might have been his last pass; the staff is on to him now.
2 comments:
And no one asked me on a date ... with my blue pants and all ... weak sauce ...
Maybe you should have rocked the pink polo.
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