It was one of those trips where we pack up the car, take off, and then decide to go somewhere else. We were headed for Alabama Hills, but I just couldn’t let the turnoff up 9-mile Canyon go by. So we went to Granite Knob, a somewhat remote, lush, meadowy spot in the northern Domelands. It was the right choice, and my ankle handled the short approach and a few 5.8 toprope climbs with no pain! It felt good to climb again, and the routes were at a perfect level for Ann as well. I’m still worried about jamming my ankle, but I know that at least I can climb on it.