I keep thinking of this climb I want to do called Cast Up a Highway that is shady in the morning, but I’m feeling a little slow on the draw from the beer consumption last night. Ann is waiting for our email friend Karen to show up, and Ted wants to climb, so I suggest it. It doesn’t look quite as good as I remembered when I see it – the steep bulgy face is covered with slightly rotten-looking flakes. But I rope up and get on anyway. The start isn’t hard but you go over a small roof before clipping the first bolt, which gets my heart going. Then I climb up to the crux and start going nowhere. There’s a bolt right there so my fall isn’t bad, but I’m upset because I know I can climb it. Rather than thrash, though, I let Ted finish it off. He has some trouble too, but works through it just as the sun is reaching us. I go up once more on TR and get through, but not how I’d like to. Argh.