My dirt aftermath after cleaning into the night hours on what turned out to be A Goat, A Yurt, A Wheel. I wanted to make sure this primo route was ready to go for the next day of climbing with Steve.
TOP: Win Ko feeding dem dirty apes.
BOTTOM: During the feeding frenzy our the BUDDHA arrived! That thing seriously weighs AT LEAST 50 lbs. Made of flippin MARBLE
TOP: Win and I resting and working on our seriously serious faces. Also, Aw Mu Too bringing over gobs of bananas for the major monkey feeding frenzy that quickly ensued.
BOTTOM: This was my Nakoma filler. He was an absolute sweetheart and followed me all over the place.
BOTTOM LEFT: Click on this pic. This route is Lava Smoothie, running right below me. Check out the largish features directly down below me. The route comes right up to them. To start things off on the features though (by the way the features are crazy smooth and soft feeling but waay solid) you must HOP over to the first one which is a jug. SO MUCH FUN.
TOP: Everyone playing that game where you have a famous person on your forehead and you ask questions to receive clues as to who you are. I think the fix was in cause everyone was asking pretty plain, general questions and then all-of-sudden EVERYONE guessed who they were in the last round. WHA?!
BOTTOM: The Gang climbing while I keep the obsession going and bolting my lil heart out.
By The Numbers and Yadda Dos
Total Routes Bolted
19 total new routes.
3 of those are two-pitch tall boys, over 20 bolts each.
Bolts Placed
37 Wave Bolts (glue ins). Yah yah yah, I know–glue ins are superior when it comes to strength and durability and blah blah but GOSH working with them is a DING! (I’ll just DING things from now on when I get frustrated, rather than resorting to my usual mouth fireworks)
214 Wedge Bolts
Hours Worked
Pure guesswork, but with the last week where we pulled double-shifts on 4 days (Win was quick to answer my question of that), I would say we put in about 90ish hours of hard work, which includes not only bolting but LOTS of DING! hiking, rappelling, trail maintenance, bamboo-fence building, fire-fighting, rope management, giant-boulder-falling-disaster-relief, etc.
Rice Eaten
67 Gagillion Megafights of Pounds. Or something. I am made of rice.
Brothers Made
Including monks I’d say about 6
Contiued List Of I Breaky Things Go Bangy Boomy Whoopsy:
- In another dimension, I dropped the Buddha. Eesh, still makes me sweaty just giving thought to the other dimension.
- The glue gun, right at the absolute END of gluing the Buddha. EXACTLY at the end.
- My burn. I broke it’s will. It looks WAAAAY better. Now I have other uglies growing, they look like old-man bed sores or something. They were just scratches that turned into DING! because I’ve been ace wrapping my leg out of necessity every day without any band-aids over these other wounds which have become infested with grossness. MMmmmmmm pusssssss.
- Myanmar’s Internet. Sorry everybody. But it really had it coming.
- Erin’s mom’s face. (gosh Erin’s Mom, if you are reading this I absolutely don’t mean it, inside joke of course. Gaaaaash.)
By the way it’s Erin’s BIRTHDAY TODAY! HAPPY BDAY YO! We gonna partay like it’s 1999 up in here tonight, at Erin and Steve’s place. Word. Or syllable. Or something.
