Peter's Kill TR
Got up bright and early to take a trip upstate to boulder in Peter's Kill. In a fit of punctuality, Kenway, Joana and Joe (back from Boston the night before and then from Brooklyn to Kenways at 6AM) arrived at my place at exactly 7AM. Since I blessed our journey by dumping my freshly brewed coffee all over my feet (at least not onto Kenway's car), we made it without incident to the EMS in New Paltz at exactly 8:45, where we met up with Guillaume and his daughters.
We headed out pretty quickly as the EMS parking lot was filling up with climbers, and Peter's Kill caps the number of climbers they let in at 100 (70 climbers + 30 boulderers). So long as you make it in, you're guaranteed a nice quiet day of climbing.
I was going to write a proper trip report, but who am I kidding? Here's what I remember; there was: talk of elves and Iceland, climbing lots of problems and saying 'How is that a V1?', possible sighting of an elf (singular, the other sighting turned out to be Evangeline climbing out of a hole in the ground), turkey + cream cheese sandwiches, spilling fruit, eating fruit off the forest floor, creative cursing, watching someone warm-up on a problem that none of us (except Guillaume) could even start, hiking, ghosts, climbing by headlamp in an air-conditioned rock tunnel, bitch-slapping, the miseducation of a young lady, contests on fallen trees, pillowbiting, getting lost, acting silly, poor judgment, poor spotting, erotic spotting ('Fuck ... hold me'), swimming, laughing, uncalled-for heckling ('Dolphin power!'), handstands, cartwheels, bug bites, beer drinking, all topped off by ravenous meat-eating and a very special dessert.
More pics here.
5 comments:
Well at least this time I don't have a flower in my hair!
You mean like here?
It never gets old, man, never gets old...
I wish digital pictures had not been invented...
blame teh intern3tz
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