I’m still up for a single pitch or two in the evening, and Ann is tired but willing to belay. Heading to Elephant Rock we see the first evidence of the weekend crowds – the lot is full and a line of climbers marches toward the shady face. Rather than wait in line we head up the road a bit to a less contentious spot – The Wart. Here we have a 60-foot, slightly chossy, but shady face to ourselves. I put up a toprope and find 4 routes up to it, two hard slabs, a fun flake, and a thin crack. It’s enough to put the tired happy smile I was seeking on my face before dinner.