We’re a bit slow in the morning, but happily able to perambulate, so we pack up and descend the canyon a few miles to East of Eden 5.9, a lovely dihedral rising up next to the road in the Narrows. The crux comes early on this 100-foot route, at a blocky roof. Just after I pull over it, my foot pops off. This isn’t Vedauwoo friction! Luckily I have a solid little nut at the edge of the roof, Ann is right there for me, and I don’t go far. I repeat the move more carefully, then savor ninety more feet of fairly sustained 5.8 liebacks, stemming, and hand jams on perfect rock. Definitely the best trad route I’ve done in the canyon. Come to think of it, it’s the only one!