“Remember when sex was safe and climbing was dangerous ?” — Chuck Pratt.
Monday, Oct 20th – email from nephew Mat pops up:
“Do you guys have plans for thursday/friday possibly the weekend? seems like i might have some unpaid days off work. leaning twards some last min outdoor activity.”
Well, no, we’re free. Long story short, we negotiate a trip to Yosemite for “some rock climbing” – little knowing it would turn into the biggest rock climbing outing of our lives.
Wednesday – truck packed, guidebooks and gear, Mat shows up late in the evening ready to go. Throw his gear in the truck and take off. Twenty miles down the road, stop to get him some food, and I discover I’ve left my wallet at home in all the excitement. Decide to forge on without driver’s license and park pass. Camped overnight, late, on forest service road just outside the west gate of YNP.
Thursday – slept in a little, drive into Yosemite Valley, get a campsite with the tourists for the night. Head for Glacier Point Apron and spend some time practicing friction on slabs on The Goblet. Continue reading Post ID 401