They had tags for a bunch of the routes with the name and grade!
Bryan. That is all.
Me me me me meeee.
I woke up with this guy on my chest. Flicked him on Bryan. Hakakakaka...
Getting away from climbing, but I was starting a colony of stray cats at our campsite.
10c or 10d, I think. I climbed a few of those.
For the full story, I will post it later (unless Get Out Magazine picks it up).





