Climbing, falling, and falling better
Aug. 31st, 2013 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylMet up with R for an afternoon of climbing and hanging out in town. R felt a bit rusty and stuck to 5s — I'm sure she completed a 5+ but she says not. I did the same routes, trying to find a way through some of the moves she was struggling with — I'm slightly taller and some of the things that are just within my reach are just beyond hers — as well as completing a couple of more difficult things.
I ticked off a 6a without any trouble, mainly because I'd tried most of the moves a couple of weeks ago and decided that all I needed to crack it was enough arm strength to pull myself through one of the overhangs. I also completed, if a little scrappily, a nasty overhung 6b that required a couple of brutal moves to complete and a hint from G about the last move — one of the footholds I'd assumed was out was actually allowed and, once I knew that, the finish was easy.
Having knackered ourselves out, we wandered round town in search of somewhere for a very late lunch. After the usual attempts to potlatch each other, I eventually conceded that R could do the buying — part, it transpired, of her master plan to overtake me in the climbing stakes by force feeding me — and we saw out the remains of day in the cafe lazing around and drinking tea.
The perfect way to spend a late summer Saturday...
I ticked off a 6a without any trouble, mainly because I'd tried most of the moves a couple of weeks ago and decided that all I needed to crack it was enough arm strength to pull myself through one of the overhangs. I also completed, if a little scrappily, a nasty overhung 6b that required a couple of brutal moves to complete and a hint from G about the last move — one of the footholds I'd assumed was out was actually allowed and, once I knew that, the finish was easy.
Having knackered ourselves out, we wandered round town in search of somewhere for a very late lunch. After the usual attempts to potlatch each other, I eventually conceded that R could do the buying — part, it transpired, of her master plan to overtake me in the climbing stakes by force feeding me — and we saw out the remains of day in the cafe lazing around and drinking tea.
The perfect way to spend a late summer Saturday...
