Went to Phantasia Saturday morning. Worked out the moves on "Creep Show". Maybe send it next time. Lunch.
We then retired to the S/R which requires stashing the vehicle at Miguels and hiked the long arduous ingress to Oil Crack crag. While marching in, the group maintained silence. Using standard infantry tactics of 'salt and pepper' we made our way to the wall. Setting up for focused crossing fields of fire as we completed the final approach.
First up the wall was Arron. Pulling hard on 'Skin Flute' he fell twice(silently) before making the anchors. After twice up apiece we then egressed the area, again using SOP.
A Brief stop was made at the Beer Trailer. Dark. Dinner. At 9pm we aquired new recruits to the troop. A Mr. Brain and a certain Mr. Casey, after social niceties were exchanged. Serious drinking set in. Mr Brian proceeded to search out the bottom of the bottle in a half gallon of 'Evan Williams'. Basically this stuff is cheap paint thinner in a glass bottle. After inbibing at least a half of a fifth of this toxin. Mr. Brian became Mr. Sneaky. He would look sidelong at you and see if you were watching him. When you would look, he would look away, like he was 'stealing chickens'. Seeing as how he was going to be one of my sleeping partners for the night, I slept with my machete' by my sleeping bag. You never know what Mr. Sneaky might try to pull. At 10pm and after several hours of drinking, lights out for Mr. Sneaky.
10:30PM. Lights out in the Monastary.10:45Pm all asleep.
1:15AM, my worst fears are realised about Mr.Sneaky. He is making noise and putting on his shoes. After donning his shoes he jumps over top of me and is heading for the back corner. Fearing that he may be looking for a place to spew, I demand where he is going. He replies that he is going outside. I informed him that the door was in the other direction. Mr. Sneaky, realizing that we are on to him and that he will never be able to hide in the corner and 'count his chickens', decides to go outside.Exit Mr. Sneaky. Things calm down.Enter Mr. Sneaky. Back to sleep.
8am. It is way cold.Roll over.9AM It's not getting warmer.Get up.Breakfast.
We decide to spend the day bolting up a route that I had in mind in the S/R. Near Mt. Olive Rock. 10:30AM Arrive at the "Mosh Pit" We begin bolting on the ceiling. Arron bravely leads up on "sky hooks" . It was an amazing sight to see some one bolting a ceiling while hanging on a single sky hook. Kudoes to Arron. It becomes dark and we have one more hole to drill. I rappel down from the anchors and aid my way to the spot where the last bolt would go and fif'ed in with a sky hook and drilled the last hole. We packed up and left in the dark. Dropped off Arron and Kenton at Miguels. Ate dinner served to me by Mr. Casey and Mr. Brian( Its good to see Mr. Brian returned when Mr. Sneaky sobered up!)
We discussed a name for our new route. It was decided that we would name it "Pink Sock"
WARNING: the following description is very graffic and should not be read while eating...
A "pink sock" is [really disgusting - deleted]
Over all I would say a very sucessful weekend.
