Fell one-move from the top of my route today. Oh well. Added a little drama.
My-only-friend-in-the-entire-world-Jeff-Hess and I got there just as it started to rain. We set up a fixed line and climbed in the wet, working on gear placements (both of our routes take somewhat sketchy gear).
Then the rain stopped – mostly – and a few gusts of wind dried a lot of my holds. I climbed up and repelled down, blowing on holds, dabbing with chalk, hoping for a lead go. Then a few huge gusts of wind came in and dried the opening sequence.
And I threw on my shoes.
One ball-nut, two micro-nuts, and a double-zero Wild Country led to the last match and cross-over.
But it was not to be.
I skitched my fingers on the match and blew three feet from the top.
Eleven minutes before my next class. I had to bike back.