Thursday, October 22, 2009
My mad french friend has returned from Europe so last night we met up again for a climb.
Today my fingers feel like an arthritic old mans.
It always amazes me how tenuously small the little features on a rock wall can be yet we are still able to get purchase and climb steep and run out cliff faces, in climbing parlance steep = overhung, top photo. I'm going to try and get some of the slide film I took in Thailand 20 years ago scanned digitally. Hopefully the picks will be as good to laugh at at these of my skinny arsed youth. In the case of the last three photos here you can see my skinny arse in all its out of focus harness warped glory as the picks were taken when I climbed the last pitch of the three sisters naked.