Pitch one: I leave the ground without my camera and luckily have remembered the radios today. There’s no rope-tug communication for “root around in my pack and find my camera, bring it up with you”.
Pitch two: Tara is still screaming at me for making her wake up early, and gives me penalty rope-drag.
She arrives at the second belay clearly recalling that she hates this Eldo classic.
Pitch three: I haven’t done this pitch in a while, but pull up the crazy horn to the seated rest while Tara ponders why she’s awake at this hour.
Descent: I talk her through the scramble off the summit of the Wind Tower while she accuses me of enjoying scrambling.
It’s not yet noon, but we decide to bail after an interpretive dance with cam and get some coffee.