Everyday Dirtbag Entry #112.

Serious dirtbaggetry:

Found myself at Alton Baker Park – not usually thought of as a destination climbing area.  The IOP students , my-only-friend-in-the-entire-world-Jeff-Hess, and I were journaling and reading essays.  Eating free Granny Smith apples that I’d gleaned by the dozens from a tree in the local dog park (the park I call “Dog Poop Park” for obvious reasons).  Situation normal.

Nearby were boulders.  Almost 6-feet tall.  Epic.

No climbing gear on hand, shoes came off, and sit-start possibilities were created.  We drug through warm-ups, then harder and harder possibilities.

At one point, a student named “The Birdseye” muttered, “I better hop on the sending train.”  It was that sort of afternoon.

Although my-only-friend-in-the-entire-world-Jeff-Hess left early and doubted the limitless possibilities of two 5-foot-9 boulders, Danny Danny, The Birdseye, and I persevered.

Three good sends and one super-proj later, we posed for the following forearm pic (majestic, intimidating basalt boulder in the background):

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