There is no need for a plan when staying at the Saltwater appartment; things just happen when every body is ready. Eric, Jacob and I had nothing to do for the afternoon so, despite the grey weather, we headed to the closest climbing area at Exit 38 off of I-90.
We looked at a couple of the rock faces which were a bit wet and ended up at Peanacle. Eric sent the first route and anchored the rope; then Jacob and I each took a turn numbing our fingers against the cold rock. Just as we were finishing up some snow pellets began to fall. We hunkered down between the rock and a tree and smoked a cigar while we waited on the weather and watched the rock turn dark with the damp. The clouds did break after a while but it is no good trying to climb on wet rock so we hiked back to the car.
We looked at a couple of the rock faces which were a bit wet and ended up at Peanacle. Eric sent the first route and anchored the rope; then Jacob and I each took a turn numbing our fingers against the cold rock. Just as we were finishing up some snow pellets began to fall. We hunkered down between the rock and a tree and smoked a cigar while we waited on the weather and watched the rock turn dark with the damp. The clouds did break after a while but it is no good trying to climb on wet rock so we hiked back to the car.
