Just the other morning I woke up feeling like it would be a multisports day. Not quite a Gaddian effort (where he did something like 16 seperate sports in one day, all involving different footwear) but something with at least more than a single serving of plaisir. I caffeinated and ran to the Bluffs to get the party started.
After a half dozen pitches Jia showed up and did some double dipping of his own, while I belayed and kept and eye on his son, who connivingly gave me gummi bears he had picked off the ground.
|Jia on daddy duty|
|Klye plays spaghetti tricolore|
|This guys scarf was our windsock|
Conditions were a bit unfavorable
Kyle showed the form of a man who has flown the Chief more than anyone, ever.
|A wee bit funky|
|Kyle finally dominating his wing|
Kyle managed to get off in good form. I thought of my friend the Wex whose story you can read here http://www.globalalpine.com/2013/03/the-crash-part-1.html and without a shred of remorse, stuffed my wing in its pack and trotted down the trail. My belly wanted one more scoop but I was psyched to live and play another day.