I make a beer run during the heat of the day, then find Ann and Ted in Echo Cove. Ted has a toprope up on Big Moe (11b?) and is ecstatic about making it up. It has this hole with a slopey hold at the bottom and a rounded lip at the top, then maybe four feet of blankness to a chinup bar-type hold. I take a whack at it and nearly pull my shoulder out of the socket trying to get a foot on the bottom of the hole, not even coming close to doing the move. Ted goes again – he can sort of fit into the hole and lieback up. The are lots more strenuous-looking moves that follow. Ann has a go also and gets not quite as far as I did. The spot is shady and perfect, but eventually we head back to camp. My shoulder feels a little painful.