Riding low in the Washington State Corolla. January chill. Down jackets on.
Well, I’ve got to run to keep from hidin’,
And I’m bound to keep on ridin’.
And I’ve got one more silver dollar,
But I’m not gonna let ’em catch me, no,
Not gonna let ’em catch the Midnight Rider.
Allman Brothers on repeat all day inside the confines of my orange helmet. Dropped the gals off at Manure Pile Buttress (no, not at the Yosemite poop pile. It’s a climbing spot… on the west side of the valley between Camp Four and the east side of El Cap.)
Matt and I racked up in the Ahwahnee parking lot, getting stoked to climb Superslide.
5 pitches of slabby, awesome meadering hand cracks with the occasional dirt pocket. Atop the fourth pitch:
The last 30 feet made for perfect hands and a stellar view. Located just left of Serenity Crack. Fist bump at the top and a few raps back to the bottom.
All in all, solid sesh! …except for epically tripping and macking my right quad on a mini-Everest boulder on the approach. Ouch.
Sunset beers, laughter with the girls (who topped out on After Six) and sandwich-to-face-hole-stuff-party down the hill in El Portal.
Happy Birthday Laur, we love you and we love climbing WITH you! Cheers to another successful circumnavigation of the sun!
With fuel of Coconut water and Barrington Levy we journeyed lightly back to Oakland.