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OMG! Anti was abducted by aliens and replaced with some one nice and up beat.

What anti said - fantastic start to the season!

looks like the weather has been amazing down there!

Best weekend weather ever.

Ahhhhh, just weeks away from hearing complaints about crowds, snakes, bugs, heat, rain and massive excuses about why you couldn't send (wait, I'm already hearing those?)... Since I never stopped getting out, I'll take the cold weather and empty crags.

rjackson..you're just a party pooper..o wait, I agreed with you..maybe you and I should just go climb secret trad the rest of our pathetic little lives, and quit complaining about the good ole days.

Ah one of my favorite memories is sortof like the above, but none the less its one of my favorites...
I was climbing back in NC at a small crag in a state park in the piedmont (not many climbers there, and mainly TR due to crappy rock) So, we were climbing this route, and this guy (with the sweetest mullet/mustache/trucker-hat combo ever) and his friend walk by. They kinda look at us wierd and keep walking around the corner. I see the guy stop right as he is rounding the corner and double take back and forth between us and what is around the corner. He kinda pauses and walks closer to us and says.. "Hey mayun, didjawl know that ther wus an easier way to th' top over here?"...

I wish I was making this up. But it was pretty hilarious. Ah and yes.. it was a freakin awesome weekend this weekend too

I'm still waiting to hear some of those memorable stories of sex on a climb. With ... another person... of the opposite gender... no animals or machines please.

.... crickets.....

Woah buddy, I think that's too many limitations for a climbing forum.

Snowpuppy wrote:favorite climbing memories

Summersville lake. It was the middle of summer and the as soon as the sun came up it was hammering down like something tropical. It was my first time out there and we were looking for the path down the the shore, just exploring like Indiana Jones through the rhodos. They were thick and as dark green as they get in the summer, making the little sunlight that gets through seem more gold. It's hard to describe, but you know that feeling when all the foliage has you hemmed in hard so you cannot see more than a couple feet, but you can hear how the sounds of running water and birds echo that you are near a wide open space. Down the ladder by the waterfall...

My favorite climbing partner, at the time, was with me and we climbed into the afternoon until we were sandy and sweaty and covered in dirt. Then I think every climber at the crag went down and jumped in the lake. Wound up a gorgeous day- sun, sandstone, water, climbing, and good company. Got a little of everything that weekend!