Yesterday, Tim, Sam, Byron and I met up at the Pass to do a bit of bouldering. Despite it being December, Tim's thermometer read 66 degrees when we got back to the car at dusk. WTF??? Just as I walked up the Prow area, Byron turns to me and asks for a brush and a spot. After disappointing him with no brush, I gave him a spot and Byron immediately crushed the crux move of Daddy Fat Sacks. Let me repeat. Byron, after being injured for almost two years, crushed the move of a boulder problem, that at the peak of my fitness, I only ever stuck once, using that beta. WTF!!! Psyched to see Byron climbing so well so quickly and psyched to see him so psyched. Shortly after this, Tim cruised through Ship's Prow stand. For equally as long as Byron has been injured, Tim has been falling off the mantle jugs out of being so pumped. Then just as the light started to fade, Tim fired off what I refer to as The Black Dahlia, an undercling traverse in the corridor between Cool Cuts and Ship's Prow. Maybe there is something to be said for climbing on real rock for 12 straight days then taking a rest day and coming back to your projects. Here is a ghetto photo of Tim on The Black Dahlia.
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