30.10.06

day of the deadpoint

The comp on friday was pretty much just organized chaos. It wasn't really to my liking, but it was fun none the less. Megan had to take off her robot costume to do data entry all night and this is how she felt about it...
Angie doing what she does...crushing...

Me doing what I do...it was really my job I swear
Taco doing what she does...chillin' on the VolkswagonDan and his girl Theresa

27.10.06

life in colorado

Last weekend on Sunday I followed T-schol to Dark Waters just to see what all of the hype is around this boulder. We walk up to the boulder only to find a cinder block with a car jack on top of it, holding a recently glued hold onto the beginning area of the problem. It was in the shop. The people responsible for doing this arrived minutes later and removed the car jack. I caught them in the act. It was really kind of funny. This week has been a crazy week of taking midterms and helping out with a comp at the gym. On Wednesday morning we dropped the entire bouldering cave of all of its grimey holds, made a ginourmous tape ball, and somehow got all of the bolts to end up in the bolt bucket that weighs twenty pounds. Then, two huge leaking garbage cans and a few splashes of myriatic acid later we were well on your way to nice colorful clean holds. Thursday was the day of setting, and forerunning the problems. By 10pm everyone felt as if the recreational problems were open problems because we were all so tired. Tonight is the competition, and all I can say is I am glad for the sponsors donating kegs, and free food.
my contribution to the setting... This is the view from my porch most mornings. ahhhhh. I can't wait to go snowshoeing!!!

11.10.06

photos

Brian on When Weak Become Heroes at Vedauwoo
The girls crossing the river...no one fell in!
The girls at the Poudre

9.10.06

When you can't see 100 yards in front of you...

you must be climbing at Vedauwoo in the misting fog and cold. Brian, Rolson, Emerson and I went to Vedauwoo on Sunday and the only thing that kept us driving on in heinous conditions was Jamie's quote on the phone..."Camp it's FINE!!!" Regardless of the weather the climbing was actually quite enjoyable, and the temps were perfect. We first went to When Weak Become Heroes, V10, and I watched the boys come off of the top out with green hands from the seepy lichen on the top holds. When they finally agreed that it might be too wet to finish the problem, we all precariously walked on slippery wet slabs over to Iron Maiden, V9. Not long after we arrived at this boulder, it became my first ascent of something harder than a V8 (but I will beg to differ). It was a good time and we ended the day with some frustrating moments on a wet Tempest, V9. Saturday was another day at the Poudre in the beautiful fall temps. We started off at the Gandolph area where I finally completed my project of the low start to Against Humanity, V8. I can finally let my knee bar bruise heal. While I was doing that, Brian was doing a knee bar on some awesome V8 that he had never climbed behind the Gandolph boulder. He isn't sure if it has seen an ascent, but he is pretty psyched about how good it is. I gathered the 6 girls that I was climbing with and we all headed over to the 420's and I sent Scarface, V6, after trying it at the end of the day a few times I was happy to send it. I really like that boulder problem. We ended our day with a little bit of Wade David humor at a Pizza Place in Old Town Fort Collins.

I am so hopelessly obsessed with rock climbing now that it is only Monday and I am looking forward to Saturday when I can get out again.

2.10.06

Fall in the Poudre

Brian and I spent the weekend in the Poudre and each day we climbed all day long until we could no longer function properly. It was good. My list of projects has gone up to 23, and Brian has 764.


Yellow Aspens and boys talking about boulders

Brian on Eye of Samara

Ben sticking the crazy dyno on the Eye

Brian avoiding the crazy dyno by using a heinous small crimp to static to the top


Me struggling on Small Axe


My mean heel-hooking face on Small Axe


Ben cruising Small Axe


Ben cleaning off the top out for the other two pansies


Jemerson on Small Axe


Jamie with Camp's trusty spotting

Emerson is so lame he can't even walk in cold ankle deep water