Time flies between trips to the krag, VA, and Justin pulling over in St Louis to ask that nice man for directions. Speaking of St Louis, you ever find those shoes you left on top of the car? Just curious. It was hard trying to keep up with you and Nelson man. You guys could move so well on the wall and stick dynos I could only dream of. So we were all terrified of taking falls on lead, but that first trip on 7/11 you committed. My hands are sweating trying to write this out just thinking about it.
The red was so good, and I hate to say “in those days” but it was, and it was different. Not that the climbing has gotten any worse, but can you imagine showing up to the gallery on a fall Saturday morning with no one in the parking lot, passing no one on the trail, and surprise: no one at that route or even wall? From there we went to stone fort, another place that has exploded in popularity. When are we booking a trip to South Africa or the Grampians? I’m ready for another like those first two.
I miss that shit, whether it’s Nelson freaking out on a rope or we’re sipping beers at the top of Super Nova. I need more things with the team that make me stammer “tres delicioso?”. I don’t know if we ever announced a clear winner from our tops tournament that first trip to Potrero, but after reviewing the ole footage it was certainly you.
So I can’t remember what you said, when did you say you want to get something on the books? Is it cool with you if this time you’re in charge of bringing the tent (and the poles)? While we’re on the packing list you better bring a bike pump too, just in case it gets chilly in the evenings (not that sleepy mijo would have any issues falling asleep). I can’t believe it’s taken this long for me to get to it, but fucking congratulations on the engagement and the place! That’s fucking exciting and you two are amazing! We need to celebrate over some Carlo Rossi and hopefully some more cured meat.
Fuck man I’m going to be rambling if I attempt to go on, in the event that isn’t all this has been to this point. Let’s not let October 2015 be the last time we rope up together. If it’s any consolation, “roping up” could be wearing harnesses and being on belay walking thru the airport. I couldn’t say no to that.
Sports!
Fudge