13 months after my last soirre there, beaconben and i wandered up into the rare'auold reaches of the pipeline headwall - the rainstorm this time wasn't so scary as last time
i'd clambered up fresh squeeze a few weeks back and left a rope fixed - ben on the attack! (did i mention we need to pass the hate and buy old'boy a christian alarm clock? )
not exactly a promising day - alternating bands of mist, piss, drip, 10 second sun-breaks, n' steady rain - didn't matter much really, the wall was so soping wet looking up was a dim idea, as it invariably came w/ a phat-smack to the glaz-ball
ben at the helm - done this one a half-dozen times now so i'm always eager to talk someone else into doing the deed
notch of jensen's ridge over bennie's shoulder
the ensuing coupla hours gave me ample time to take in the sun-starved scenery
10 seconds of valley vistas!
where'd that white boy get to anyhow?
time 2 clean
lower outs are nice
jensen's rimjob above ben's head - wanted to work on a long-neglected and perhaps ne'er attempted line climbers right of the rimjob (thinking "jensen's rectum" will be the thing ) - not enough time to take it on and beat a retreat, as it is The Land of No Anchors up there, so that was that for this day, on the cusp of winter...
purty views from the top of the pipeline tower
fixed 2 lines to the anchors up there w/ intention to come back in the next few weeks and do the new thing proper - rapping down above the arena of terror i saw this beauty which begged to be cast down w/ the sodommites - didn't take much more than farting on it
hard rappell not to like...