Monday, June 07, 2004

His father was an orangutang and his mother was a pack-mule


So yesterday I went mountain climbing for the first time outside of the gym. It was an absolute blast. 1200 vertical feet of rock face that Mike, Pat, and I scaled with just ropes, shoes and cams to keep us safe. The views were absolutely incredible, and since it was my first time to Yosemite I had never seen them before.
Of course what goes up, must come down, and we hiked back a "trail" to get back to the car. The trail was just inclined enough where we no longer needed climbing shoes, but I still would have called a great deal of what we did to get back climbing not that long ago.
Still it was a great trip, and mroe work than my legs have ever done in a single day before. I can't wait to go on another expedition.

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