It’s highly questionable whether we should be rock climbing today after we drive halfway to the crag with the hatch of our Subaru open, but these things happen to everyone, right? We also forget to drop our garbage off, so it will cook in the car all day. Hmm.
The hike in to Greyrock goes better, if slowly. Lots of plants are flowering, the air is sweet, and the bugs aren’t out yet.
We decide to climb Barfy’s Favorite 5.7, to the top. The first move – one good handjam to pull off a boulder and step onto little crystals on the face – is probably the hardest on the climb. The rest of pitch 1 and 2 are easy touring up the flanks Greyrock. Pitch 3 delivers some more fun climbing and a little less protection for spice (the way I went, anyway). Pitch 4 is basically a scramble to the top. We take our time and relish the day.
At the top Mark, Kate, and Kate’s mom Chris meet us with chocolate! It doesn’t get much better than that. We hike down with them and have a celebratory meal at Coop’s to polish off the weekend.