I realize this post is EXTREMELY outdated, but I have time to waste, ergo, it will be posted.
From Tucson we went to Indian Creek, which, naturally, was AMAZING. Splitter hand cracks galore! For two crack climbers though, it was a real learning curve. Matilda didn't enjoy it too much. She developed a bad noise after being forced off-road and into deep sand. Then her boot wouldn't shut despite our best attempts. After much poking, proding and bending, she finally relented. The boot shut, but the noise remained.
After making sure everything was still attached to the underside of the car, we went to Moab, Utah for an all you can eat pizza buffet. Then we got kicked out of arches national park. for trying to camp. in the campground. silliness.
Utah soon gave way to Colorado, where it was cold! REALLY cold at night anyways. A pleasant change though. We hung out in Boulder, seeing friends, climbing the flatirons and hanging in Boulder canyon, getting out all the booty gear we could carry. We also ventured to Fort Collins where we hung out with Jeremy and played our first ever game of disc golf. Which is an awesome sport, in case you're wondering. Then we went to Denver and saw Leah, and went to REI.
Then we started to drive. Across Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Tennesse and into North Carolina.
North Carolina brought rain, which meant no climbing. But, we got to hang out with Jake, Justine and Ryan. Played frisbee golf for the second time ever (in the pouring rain) and ate delicious pizza.
Then we drove to crowder mountain state park to go climbing, where we dried out our tent, towels, ate lunch and slept and read on the bouldering pad. That afternoon we drove to Charlotte and hung out with Grace, which was also pretty sweet.
Back to the Red we went!! Being the in June and sweating my ass off, I assumed that late september would be mild. It was awful. Humidity was 95% at 9 pm. It was like climbing in a sauna. You couldn't use chalk because your hands would turn it into toothpaste before your hand was back on the rock.
Miserable, we heading to Coopers, where it rained. So we hung out at Jsun's, who was nice enough to put us up for a night. Then we drove to Seneca Rocks, were camping was cheaper and it was less likely to rain on us. Seneca was spent climbing a 5.3 for speed in the dark and trying to remove, not 1, but 2 number 1 camalots from the route. (one was removed successfully)
Then we drove to Catonsville, said hi to Amy, julius and the dogs on Tuesday night. Wednesday we went out to Annapolis rocks, where it was windy as hell and covered in school children. Thursday we hiked out, back to Baltimore. Friday Mike packed and I saw Sarah, Amina, Maddie, Greg and Josh at Smoothie King and Bean Hollow.
Saturday Mike left, and I left for CT Sunday morning after stopping by ET and saying hi to Josh. I also managed to leave my pillows and sanuks in Baltimore, so by the time I got to New Jersey and remembered, I successfully convinced myself that they were not important.
Connecticut involved work, laudry, cleaning and organizing. Saw some folk and got very bored. Managed to pack everything (I think). So far all I forgot was my toothbrush and a gyro-ball thing I said I would bring down for Mike. Ooops. Packing Packing Packing.
Now i am off to Tassie!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Yosemite through Tucson
Due to the infrequency of my blog posts, much has occurred which has not yet been posted to the internet. Luckily, Mike updated his blog so I can glean all the information from that without actually thinking about what we did.
Last I updated, we were stuck in Yosemite still, planning on going to the Needles to hang out with Jed and Gary. So we drove to Mt Whitney, hung out at the campsite at the trailhead, and they never showed up. Saddened, we took the long way back to Yosemite and used Mike's remaining three days at Camp 4.
Since we can only register to camp for one week at a time, I was sitting in line at 5 am Friday morning to reserve another spot so we could leave our tent and food set up while we sent the Nose. I was about 5th in line, so I thought we would be okay (before I realized that the one guy in front of me was actually him and his girlfriend, plus 4 other parties of 2-4 people, which made me about 23rd?)
A little background on the Valley - there are a number of campsites in and out of the Valley, and every one in the Valley proper can be reserved, with the exception of Camp 4. Somehow, a group of Native Americans managed to reserve 24 campsites (with six people to a site) so they had 2 spots available that morning. Chaos ensued. I stayed and packed camp while Mike made a brave and daring attempt to secure us another site. Regrettably, the last spot was lost to an RV driver in a "no-RV's" campsite. We were lost.
So what to do? Naturally, we went to the lodge to drink free coffee and use the internet. Jed and Gary had already gone North, so chances of catching up with them were slim. We managed to sneak into a campsite for the night, woke up, and decided to drive to Vegas via Death Valley.
The Nose, my first pitch of C2+ in Yosemite, Sunset in Death Valley
Now, Vegas is of course known for Red Rocks, which would have been AMAZING. However, the temperature was hovering at about 102 F, so we ate pancakes while we decided what to do. The guy in the gear store ended up recommending Mt Charleston, and the guide was only $10, so we figured some bolt clipping might do us good. He then compared the Nevada limestone to Yosemite, saying that they both had drilled pockets..... we didn't follow.
Free camping though, which was cool if not a bit sketchy. But, being at 8000 feet meant nice cool temps, no higher than about 85, and all the crags were shaded. That's where the positive aspects end. The place is trying, I'll give it that, but everything is bolted to shit! There are bolts everywhere! It was not uncommon to have a bolt at your feet, one at your waist, and one within arms reach at all times. Occasionally it was worse, with four bolts reachable from one stance. Not all the bolts are on the "same" climb, which is how this place is trying to boost it's shear number of climbs. Literally, some routes shared all but one bolt. Others were a 10d if you climbed 8 bolts, a 12a if you did 10 bolts, and 13b if you climbed 12 bolts. Very strange indeed.
Classy Mt Charleston - the permadraws in sillioute, and Mike on only one of the many bolts we could reach from the ground (if you jumped you could reach the second)
It was really hard to get motivated for a number of reasons.
1) There was usually one 5.6, which was not cleaned and was pretty much a gully; one 10a; one 11b; one 12b and the rest were 13+
2) The climbs were contrived as shit and it was too hard to know where to go (I climb this for 2 bolts, then the bolt on the left, then back right for 2 bolts..... etc)
3) It was WAY to easy to make fun of
So I think we spent a day or two there, then gave up and drove back to Yosemite again.
With much fucking around, we got our space in Camp 4, bought some food and gatorade, rigged clip in loops and said our prayers to the god of El Capitan. That night we went up and fixed the first two pitches of the Nose to give ourselves a head start the next day and get our food off the ground.
Getting ready to go! All of our gear for our Nose attempt
4am - up and ready to go! My stomach was in my throat on the approach, especially since it came down to me to start us off. There we were, climbing the Nose!! 5am and super tired.
By 11am had gone no higher and were trying to retreat. Ropes were tangled horribly, clusterfucks occurred, and numerous others were prevented. However, free climbing experience, although useful, does not mean that you can forsee problems on a big wall. Numerous reasons lead up to our first failure on a big wall. These include but are not limited to...
....inexperience, on both of our parts
....Mike got stung by a bee and his knee was the size of a small melon
....we spent time working on aid climbing and hauling, yet had never done a pendulum or lowered out haul bags
....it is SO hot in Yosemite in August- was over 95 when we started
....this meant hauling 33 kilos of water (72 lbs of water alone) they recommend 4+ L per day per person
....despite Mike's best efforts to fatten me up, I am still a relatively small person to be hauling 180+ lbs, even on a 3:1 system
....we brought up a extra gallon of water that first day (4 L), and had finished before we descended, which seemed like a bad sign for the heat of the rest of the trip
....started on the 13th...a bad omen?
....were just in way over our heads
Luckily, we have no shame. We tried it, and it kicked our butt. The Nose will always be there to try again, perhaps when we are more worthy (or it is cooler out)
Rapping down we met Erik, an Alaskan dude who worked in the Valley doing something. I was sitting on the anchor at the top of the first proper pitch when he jugged up his fixed line. He seemed a little peeved that he had to stop and wait for us to move so he could keep going up. I thought it was a bit strange that it was 1130 and he told me he had to be in the valley at 1 to work, thinking "what could someone need to do for only 1.5 hours that's worth jugging up four pitches?" but I kept my mouth shut. He let up rap down his fixed line, and we gave him a gallon of gatorade since he dropped his water.
Since I rapped first, it wasn't until Mike joined me at the base that I realized what this dude was up to. Apparently, his friend was solo aiding the Nose, fell about 10m above the anchors of the first pitch, fell below the belay ledge and knocked herself unconscious. Her friend Erik then decides that he is going to go up and chip out the cam placement that pulled on her. Anyone who has climbed in the Valley knows how finicky gear can be in pin scars, cams especially. However, this climb has been done for over 50 years, and it's been going all clean for a very long time. It's been free climbed for christsake. So Erik takes a cold chisel to a C1 pitch because his friend is an idiot. AND he dropped rocks on Mike's head.
Mike beefed up for our El Cap attempt; me rapping to the ground with gear; idiots in Camp 4 that got their door/window eaten by bears
Fed up with the valley, we leave after some uninspiring days of bouldering. We head south to Joshua tree, which is beautiful, but it was 107, so we decided climbing anything was probably out. Drove from there to San Diego, where we caught up with Mike's friend Jimmy, and saw the SanDiego zoo. After that, we drove to Tucson, where we have been showering, sleeping in a bed, living in air conditioning and driving up the mountain to climb in cool temperatures. Life is good.
A spot of bouldering before dinner in Joshua tree, sunset in J-tree, a giant flower in J-tree, and Hitchcock pinnacle, Mt Lemmon AZ
Last I updated, we were stuck in Yosemite still, planning on going to the Needles to hang out with Jed and Gary. So we drove to Mt Whitney, hung out at the campsite at the trailhead, and they never showed up. Saddened, we took the long way back to Yosemite and used Mike's remaining three days at Camp 4.
Since we can only register to camp for one week at a time, I was sitting in line at 5 am Friday morning to reserve another spot so we could leave our tent and food set up while we sent the Nose. I was about 5th in line, so I thought we would be okay (before I realized that the one guy in front of me was actually him and his girlfriend, plus 4 other parties of 2-4 people, which made me about 23rd?)
A little background on the Valley - there are a number of campsites in and out of the Valley, and every one in the Valley proper can be reserved, with the exception of Camp 4. Somehow, a group of Native Americans managed to reserve 24 campsites (with six people to a site) so they had 2 spots available that morning. Chaos ensued. I stayed and packed camp while Mike made a brave and daring attempt to secure us another site. Regrettably, the last spot was lost to an RV driver in a "no-RV's" campsite. We were lost.
So what to do? Naturally, we went to the lodge to drink free coffee and use the internet. Jed and Gary had already gone North, so chances of catching up with them were slim. We managed to sneak into a campsite for the night, woke up, and decided to drive to Vegas via Death Valley.
The Nose, my first pitch of C2+ in Yosemite, Sunset in Death Valley
Now, Vegas is of course known for Red Rocks, which would have been AMAZING. However, the temperature was hovering at about 102 F, so we ate pancakes while we decided what to do. The guy in the gear store ended up recommending Mt Charleston, and the guide was only $10, so we figured some bolt clipping might do us good. He then compared the Nevada limestone to Yosemite, saying that they both had drilled pockets..... we didn't follow.
Free camping though, which was cool if not a bit sketchy. But, being at 8000 feet meant nice cool temps, no higher than about 85, and all the crags were shaded. That's where the positive aspects end. The place is trying, I'll give it that, but everything is bolted to shit! There are bolts everywhere! It was not uncommon to have a bolt at your feet, one at your waist, and one within arms reach at all times. Occasionally it was worse, with four bolts reachable from one stance. Not all the bolts are on the "same" climb, which is how this place is trying to boost it's shear number of climbs. Literally, some routes shared all but one bolt. Others were a 10d if you climbed 8 bolts, a 12a if you did 10 bolts, and 13b if you climbed 12 bolts. Very strange indeed.
Classy Mt Charleston - the permadraws in sillioute, and Mike on only one of the many bolts we could reach from the ground (if you jumped you could reach the second)
It was really hard to get motivated for a number of reasons.
1) There was usually one 5.6, which was not cleaned and was pretty much a gully; one 10a; one 11b; one 12b and the rest were 13+
2) The climbs were contrived as shit and it was too hard to know where to go (I climb this for 2 bolts, then the bolt on the left, then back right for 2 bolts..... etc)
3) It was WAY to easy to make fun of
So I think we spent a day or two there, then gave up and drove back to Yosemite again.
With much fucking around, we got our space in Camp 4, bought some food and gatorade, rigged clip in loops and said our prayers to the god of El Capitan. That night we went up and fixed the first two pitches of the Nose to give ourselves a head start the next day and get our food off the ground.
Getting ready to go! All of our gear for our Nose attempt
4am - up and ready to go! My stomach was in my throat on the approach, especially since it came down to me to start us off. There we were, climbing the Nose!! 5am and super tired.
By 11am had gone no higher and were trying to retreat. Ropes were tangled horribly, clusterfucks occurred, and numerous others were prevented. However, free climbing experience, although useful, does not mean that you can forsee problems on a big wall. Numerous reasons lead up to our first failure on a big wall. These include but are not limited to...
....inexperience, on both of our parts
....Mike got stung by a bee and his knee was the size of a small melon
....we spent time working on aid climbing and hauling, yet had never done a pendulum or lowered out haul bags
....it is SO hot in Yosemite in August- was over 95 when we started
....this meant hauling 33 kilos of water (72 lbs of water alone) they recommend 4+ L per day per person
....despite Mike's best efforts to fatten me up, I am still a relatively small person to be hauling 180+ lbs, even on a 3:1 system
....we brought up a extra gallon of water that first day (4 L), and had finished before we descended, which seemed like a bad sign for the heat of the rest of the trip
....started on the 13th...a bad omen?
....were just in way over our heads
Luckily, we have no shame. We tried it, and it kicked our butt. The Nose will always be there to try again, perhaps when we are more worthy (or it is cooler out)
Rapping down we met Erik, an Alaskan dude who worked in the Valley doing something. I was sitting on the anchor at the top of the first proper pitch when he jugged up his fixed line. He seemed a little peeved that he had to stop and wait for us to move so he could keep going up. I thought it was a bit strange that it was 1130 and he told me he had to be in the valley at 1 to work, thinking "what could someone need to do for only 1.5 hours that's worth jugging up four pitches?" but I kept my mouth shut. He let up rap down his fixed line, and we gave him a gallon of gatorade since he dropped his water.
Since I rapped first, it wasn't until Mike joined me at the base that I realized what this dude was up to. Apparently, his friend was solo aiding the Nose, fell about 10m above the anchors of the first pitch, fell below the belay ledge and knocked herself unconscious. Her friend Erik then decides that he is going to go up and chip out the cam placement that pulled on her. Anyone who has climbed in the Valley knows how finicky gear can be in pin scars, cams especially. However, this climb has been done for over 50 years, and it's been going all clean for a very long time. It's been free climbed for christsake. So Erik takes a cold chisel to a C1 pitch because his friend is an idiot. AND he dropped rocks on Mike's head.
Mike beefed up for our El Cap attempt; me rapping to the ground with gear; idiots in Camp 4 that got their door/window eaten by bears
Fed up with the valley, we leave after some uninspiring days of bouldering. We head south to Joshua tree, which is beautiful, but it was 107, so we decided climbing anything was probably out. Drove from there to San Diego, where we caught up with Mike's friend Jimmy, and saw the SanDiego zoo. After that, we drove to Tucson, where we have been showering, sleeping in a bed, living in air conditioning and driving up the mountain to climb in cool temperatures. Life is good.
A spot of bouldering before dinner in Joshua tree, sunset in J-tree, a giant flower in J-tree, and Hitchcock pinnacle, Mt Lemmon AZ
Saturday, August 1, 2009
So it's been almost a month to the day since I've last updated on my life and going-ons. Since we left Idaho, we went through Glacier Nat'l park in Montana; through Calgary; to Banff; to Squamish; back to the U.S. for some reason; through Oregon, CA and have landed ourselves in Yosemite. I shall try to highlight the important points.
From left to right - Mike eats a sandwich, glacier national park, and me interacting with nature
While in Squamish we.....
from left to right - Mike frees Coogee Crack, 5.10 c; I fight with gear after aiding Coogee - A2; Mike sends Superfly, V4: I lead the final pitch of Calculus Crack, 5.8
For some silly reason, we then left Squamish. Things promptly went to shit. Highlights include...
Mike in Bliss; me in Bliss; Mike in the Secrets
Then we made it to Yosemite, where it is hot, and extremely crowded. So far we have....
half dome, me on an off-fist boulder problem, mike on Bachar's Crachar V4
So that is the general update. Heading to the Needles tomorrow, then we'll be back to sort gear, rig clip-in loops, shit our pants, and send the Nose! (hopefully)
- Mike ate a giant sandwitch
- We successfully consumed 3 pounds of blueberries in a very short amount of time
- Drove the Road to the Sun through Glacier National Park, which is AMAZING
- Mike crawled through an ice cave while I sat on the side of the road, next to the 'Danger, this snow and ice might collapse at any moment' sign
- Went to Canada!
- Learned about buffalos jumping off cliffs
- Met up with Mike's friend in Calgary, and saw tons of gay cowboys
- Drove through Banff, saw Lake Louise/Lake Moraine and I fed a chipmunk a flower
- Went to Squamish. Need I say more?
From left to right - Mike eats a sandwich, glacier national park, and me interacting with nature
While in Squamish we.....
- ...sat in the rain for two days, proving that rain stops as soon as you build the best tarp set-up known to man
- ...sent 58 pitches of trad up to 10c, 2 pitches of sport up to 10a (which involved me leading the scariest slab traverse ever, then having Mike bail and forcing me to tension traverse over the crux to retrieve the draw), and something like 54 boulder problems (mostly sent by Mike, but I did a whole lot of spotting)
- ...ate delicous baked goods at the local bakery
- ...learned how to aid climb
- ...went to Vancouver to see Mike's Dad and sleep in a comfy hotel room bed with a shower!
- ...found some booty, including a draw, cordelette and sling from the 1980's
- ...desperately hoped to see hikers mauled by bears, to no avail
- ...took very few photos because we were lazy and it's annoying to photograph while belaying
from left to right - Mike frees Coogee Crack, 5.10 c; I fight with gear after aiding Coogee - A2; Mike sends Superfly, V4: I lead the final pitch of Calculus Crack, 5.8
For some silly reason, we then left Squamish. Things promptly went to shit. Highlights include...
- ...being woken up in Washington by a guy with no teeth looking for pot
- ....not sleeping well for a week
- ...not climbing in Smith Rock because it was 100+ degrees
- ...getting a flat tire
- ....getting said tire fixed for free!
- ...not finding Metolius in Bend, Oregon
- ...going to Tahoe for cooler weather and EXTREMELY crowded campsites
- ...finding some AWESOME bouldering in the Tahoe area, at Bliss and the Secrets
- ...fleeing the free camping at the secrets due to large animals nearby
- ...driving to another bouldering site in Nor Cal, only to be deterred from camping there due to the drunken, scary partying happening around us
Mike in Bliss; me in Bliss; Mike in the Secrets
Then we made it to Yosemite, where it is hot, and extremely crowded. So far we have....
- ...sweated
- ....swam in the river to avoid overheating
- ....successfully got into Camp 4
- ...collected booty at the base of the Nose
- ...bouldered a LOT
- ...did some single pitch stuff
- ...sweated
- ...practiced hauling - what a pain in the ass
- ...made plans to go hang out with Jed and Gary at the Needles (where it is LOADS cooler)
half dome, me on an off-fist boulder problem, mike on Bachar's Crachar V4
So that is the general update. Heading to the Needles tomorrow, then we'll be back to sort gear, rig clip-in loops, shit our pants, and send the Nose! (hopefully)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Since Devil's Tower....
....there was a whole lot of driving. Made it across Wyoming in a day, and to Yellowstone, where they told us that there was nowhere to pitch a tent in the entiretly of the park. After reading all the bear signs and seeing a wolf eating something, we ruled out sleeping out and spent the night in the car, which wasn't as awful as we initially thought.
photo from the drive - this is somewhere in Wyoming
Yellowstone was pretty, but way to full of tourists, which was annoying. But we got to see some good geysers and some sweet crystal stuff. As well as bears, wolves, bison, elk and couples dressed identically. After that, we drove through the grand tetons. To save time, here is a picture of yellowstone lake, with the Grand Tetons in the background.
Grand Tetons and Yellowstone Lake
After that, it was more driving. This time it was to City of Rocks, in Idaho. We were feeling pretty lazy, so we just bouldered a bit. Mike heel-hooked a cactus. It was epic.
City of Rocks, Idaho
Now we're sitting at my Uncle's house in McCall, Idaho, hanging with my Aunt, Uncle, two cousins, two dogs and my new second cousin. Plan on doing some local multi-pitch stuff tomorrow, maybe the next day too, we shall see. After that, heading up through Glacier National Park, and trying to get out of the country by July 4th.
photo from the drive - this is somewhere in Wyoming
Yellowstone was pretty, but way to full of tourists, which was annoying. But we got to see some good geysers and some sweet crystal stuff. As well as bears, wolves, bison, elk and couples dressed identically. After that, we drove through the grand tetons. To save time, here is a picture of yellowstone lake, with the Grand Tetons in the background.
Grand Tetons and Yellowstone Lake
After that, it was more driving. This time it was to City of Rocks, in Idaho. We were feeling pretty lazy, so we just bouldered a bit. Mike heel-hooked a cactus. It was epic.
City of Rocks, Idaho
Now we're sitting at my Uncle's house in McCall, Idaho, hanging with my Aunt, Uncle, two cousins, two dogs and my new second cousin. Plan on doing some local multi-pitch stuff tomorrow, maybe the next day too, we shall see. After that, heading up through Glacier National Park, and trying to get out of the country by July 4th.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Since our arrival in South Dakota, we spent a good deal of our time in the Needles, climbing Haystack 5.5, some run out 5.9, Dakota Illinois 5.9, a mixed 5.7, another 5.9, probably some other stuff and Gnomon a 5.8 and probably one of the best protected, coolest lines we did.
After the Needles, we headed up to Spearfish Canyon, which is awesome sports climbing on limestone. It's like the Red if the Red was about 30% developed. TONS of rock, only a bit that's been bolted. Really cool stuff, which I have no photographic evidence of. On our second day, I was feeling really shitty so we ditched climbing and drove to Wyoming to a walk in clinic so I could get tested for Lyme's Disease. Still waiting on the results.
In the meantime, we drove to Devil's tower, and were lucky enough to meet Frank Sanders, who has been climbing the tower since 1972, runs a bed and breakfast, and was kind enough to let us pitch a tent in his yard, free of charge. With some good sleep and killer accommodation, we went up the tower yesterday, up Soler, 5.9.
We probably got to the base in the 10-1030 am range. Climbed in FULL sun all day and ran out of water. Dying in the heat, we made it to the summit! (which was in full sun) and rapped down the west side, which was also in full sun by that point (not the smartest move on our part). Despite our fatigue and dehydration, the route was AWESOME - 2 perpendicular cracks ranging from fists to fingers. Plus, when we got down, we managed a celebrity status - various families were watching the tower as we rapped down, and waited for us to make it back to the visitors center so they could get our picture. After a demo of cams, explaining rappeling and "how we get the ropes up there" we were free to go on our way.
Woke up this morning feeling wrecked, so we got some food and continued to be famous. It's a hard life. Plan on heading up again tomorrow (with tons of water) and continuing our journey towards Yellowstone/Tetons.
Regrettably, I've left my camera in the tent, so I am unable to put up the most recent photos.
After the Needles, we headed up to Spearfish Canyon, which is awesome sports climbing on limestone. It's like the Red if the Red was about 30% developed. TONS of rock, only a bit that's been bolted. Really cool stuff, which I have no photographic evidence of. On our second day, I was feeling really shitty so we ditched climbing and drove to Wyoming to a walk in clinic so I could get tested for Lyme's Disease. Still waiting on the results.
In the meantime, we drove to Devil's tower, and were lucky enough to meet Frank Sanders, who has been climbing the tower since 1972, runs a bed and breakfast, and was kind enough to let us pitch a tent in his yard, free of charge. With some good sleep and killer accommodation, we went up the tower yesterday, up Soler, 5.9.
We probably got to the base in the 10-1030 am range. Climbed in FULL sun all day and ran out of water. Dying in the heat, we made it to the summit! (which was in full sun) and rapped down the west side, which was also in full sun by that point (not the smartest move on our part). Despite our fatigue and dehydration, the route was AWESOME - 2 perpendicular cracks ranging from fists to fingers. Plus, when we got down, we managed a celebrity status - various families were watching the tower as we rapped down, and waited for us to make it back to the visitors center so they could get our picture. After a demo of cams, explaining rappeling and "how we get the ropes up there" we were free to go on our way.
Woke up this morning feeling wrecked, so we got some food and continued to be famous. It's a hard life. Plan on heading up again tomorrow (with tons of water) and continuing our journey towards Yellowstone/Tetons.
Regrettably, I've left my camera in the tent, so I am unable to put up the most recent photos.
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