because of the insane lack of sleep the night before we took a nap;
Blake went out and I closed my eyes, too. He woke up,
stretched his hands and we hopped right back on the rock!
The climbing went well, however, later that night there was an incident.
Blake almost commited a Rule #1 violation. Sometimes you can
measure the line between dirtnapus majoris in inches (about 36). This almost concludes
our Fish Lake trip but there are a couple things that I would like to add.
Thanks to Blake as usual for being reliable and amicable as one can be. It's great to
have a climbing partner like him. Thanks to the gentlemen that ferried us (literally)
back to the trailhead cutting an hour off of our trip and probably negating the need for
about 100 T2's and hours of whining! Finally, thanks to learning, and never taking a damn bivy
bag in the summer again. Oh, and thanks to arth guiness - a fine climbing brew, indeed.