The sun kissed us between clouds and once again I couldn't help but smile in admiration as Damien and John kept with pure traditional ethics and bounded up the routes in grand style, leaving nothing behind but the occasional splash of chalk when they finished. I soloed a couple classic lines, gaining comfort with the territory, then ventured out to three stacks nearby. Traversing to the stacks was some of the most fun I've ever had in my life! The ocean was gently moving up and down against the wall, but was doing so with swells that pulled back to reveal sharp rocks created to devour even the toughest of souls, only to hide them and come back against the wall upwards of twenty-feet! To get to the first stack, I had to do a no-hands split with one foot on the stack, the other on terra firma, and gently reach over to a pinch arête while ignoring the death waiting below. Climbing the stacks on all sides, while looking across the ocean towards America was an experience I'll never forget.
The sun kissed us between clouds and once again I couldn't help but smile in admiration as Damien and John kept with pure traditional ethics and bounded up the routes in grand style, leaving nothing behind but the occasional splash of chalk when they finished. I soloed a couple classic lines, gaining comfort with the territory, then ventured out to three stacks nearby. Traversing to the stacks was some of the most fun I've ever had in my life! The ocean was gently moving up and down against the wall, but was doing so with swells that pulled back to reveal sharp rocks created to devour even the toughest of souls, only to hide them and come back against the wall upwards of twenty-feet! To get to the first stack, I had to do a no-hands split with one foot on the stack, the other on terra firma, and gently reach over to a pinch arête while ignoring the death waiting below. Climbing the stacks on all sides, while looking across the ocean towards America was an experience I'll never forget.
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The sun kissed us between clouds and once again I couldn't help but smile in admiration as Damien and John kept with pure traditional ethics and bounded up the routes in grand style, leaving nothing behind but the occasional splash of chalk when they finished. I soloed a couple classic lines, gaining comfort with the territory, then ventured out to three stacks nearby. Traversing to the stacks was some of the most fun I've ever had in my life! The ocean was gently moving up and down against the wall, but was doing so with swells that pulled back to reveal sharp rocks created to devour even the toughest of souls, only to hide them and come back against the wall upwards of twenty-feet! To get to the first stack, I had to do a no-hands split with one foot on the stack, the other on terra firma, and gently reach over to a pinch arête while ignoring the death waiting below. Climbing the stacks on all sides, while looking across the ocean towards America was an experience I'll never forget.