A mellow day sport climbing with friends up in Boulder Canyon was the agenda for Sunday, but the presence of a few bolted cracks was enough of a red flag in my face to justify hauling the trad rack up to the Sport Park. The 5.7/8 crack, Wise Crack, was the first route I climbed (all on gear) while Tara took a lap to clean.
Not enjoying cracks like I do, I promised to pack away the rack for the rest of the day and we joined Jenn and Jeremy over at the Clocktower where I led three sport climbs: Weasel in the Chicken Coop, Mommy Blocker and Chicken Hawk – all 5.9/10a.
My friends joked that God must be killing a puppy each time I clipped a bolt since I’m really a trad climber. A few sprinkles started to turn into a steady rain, and I took that as another sign that I shouldn’t be sport climbing and we bailed for the day. The first bang of thunder hit as we were crossing back across Boulder Creek.
