The past few months I had been planning on leaving. "Where are you going," I was always immedietly asked after I said I was leaving.
That was my answer. I didn't know, didn't care, and in fact, it was practically impossible for me to figure out. What I did know is that if I was going leave, I was going to climb and climb a lot.
So the stage was set: epic climbing days with friends that I may never see again. First stop was Shelf Road. This is where I really learned to climb, honed my skills and pushed my limits. 3 days there trying to send as many "to-do's" that I had been looking at for years.
Jamie and I showed up Saturday morning and climbed at the edge of the middle of nowhere at Shelf (aka The Dark Side). After a few routes and a lot of bushwacking, we decided to head back to camp, chill out for a bit and then go send some hard stuff on Cactus Cliff. We got out to Cactus Cliff and started climbing. I sent Illegal Smile, an 5.11b, with one sit on the rope without even warming up. Alright, this is a good sign....Too bad this was going to be my last climb at Shelf Road....
The next morning I woke up, felt sick, and continued to vomit every 30 minutes from 9AM to 1PM. Great, so much for climbing....
Johnson had pulled off near miracle. We were going camping. 2 days of climbing, 1 night of camping. I was stoked. I had never spent more than one day of climbing with Johnson and because I was leaving, his amazing and wonderful wife agreed to let me him leave her and the two young kids.
So we planned on two days of climbing at Turkey Rocks. We had spent most of our climbing time this summer sending the near vertical, granite cracks of Turkey Rocks. We had routes we wanted to try and send and this was going to be our best and last opportunity to accomplish those goals.
So naturally, we got hurt.
I pick Johnson up on Monday morning.
"So, I'm going to tell you, I hurt my toes. One on each foot. They were quite purple and swollen last night..." confessed Johnson.
"Alright," I responded, "That's kind of funny because I hurt my toe on Friday..."
So off we went, to climb hard (for us) cracks for two days with damaged toes. This could be interesting....
Needless to say, we weren't that successful. It was hard to push ourselves with hurt (and quite possibly broken) toes. But we still got to camp, sleep outside and enjoy nature. The climbing may not have been very succesful but the trip sure was.