We climbed. It was hard.

Brian and I spent a long morning at TRC, enjoying the peace and quiet that nice weather brings to the stale, sweaty gym (because climbers with more sense/time are at the Gunks). Our day in a haiku nutshell:

We climbed, and climbed more.
It was hard and we were beat.
Then: Chickens Gone Wild.

In a little more detail, we lead a bunch of climbs on the vertical/slightly overhanging face in the central area. There's a slew of new routes, including an Obe 10 with committing reachy moves (blue) and a long wandering 10+ that starts up the underside of the arch, diagonals across, crosses the lip and ends on thin delicate moves on the vertical face (red). Tried leading one of the 12s (green): big, dynamic reachy moves up along the overhanging arete, few feet except an occasional heel hook, holds thinning out the higher you get - thanks for the catch, Brian!

Finished off with a little tired bouldering, we mostly sat around and discovered routes with really dificult starting moves, though I finally managed to tick off the problem (black and yellow, V5) Brian stole from under my nose a few sessions ago (sneaky Asians...).