Soloists on the First Flatiron.
Sunday was Chrissy’s 30th – sigh: yes, I don’t go out with a lady in her 20’s anymore. Well, that’s OK. Our plans to go to Shelf Road to climb were sullied by the threat of snow, so we stayed in town, and just knocked out 30 pitches for her 30th, before getting dinner with family. I did significantly less than 30 pitches, as I was easing into climbing, after trying to not rehurt my fingers. Fingers felt good!
For whatever reason, I focused a lot of my climbing on really stepping up high, which seemed to significantly make things easier. I didn’t think it’s a good way to go about things, but a lot of the climbing at Shelf is super reachy, with poor feet, and sometimes the way to overcome a problem area is to wrench as hard as you can on small crimps, step up high, and get to a much better area.