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.
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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.
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Descent: I talk her through the scramble off the summit of the Wind Tower while she accuses me of enjoying scrambling.
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It’s not yet noon, but we decide to bail after an interpretive dance with cam and get some coffee.
Oh no – no one will ever climb with me again after this piece! (I’ll have you know I did go straight home and take a nap – I will be more rested and feisty for Thursday’s adventures, the gauntlet has been thrown).
I need to clear my name….
We don’t have to start so early next time, and I did have fun. (PS, I heard our third was still in bed at 10a.)