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 |
We made the obligatory slog to the 1st summit and on the way ticked a few different sports depending on who you asked..."are you guys going camping up there with those big packs? That's right, adventure camping!"
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.