Suicide is really becoming a backwater-climbing place.
The weather was perfect for hard slabbin, about 60 degrees, and the stone was clean with no traces of chalk.
The friction was there, the rock was holding your hands.
I counted about eight people climbing; one old dad was wearing a swami belt!
I bet they were lined up, fighting to get on climbs at Josh.
I just love Suicide, the forest, the views, the friends and all the memories I have of the place makes me feel like I am at home.
But itís all fun and games in till somebody pokes out an eye.
Serpentine claimed another one yesterday. Russell from Hemet, slid down a ways and hurt his ankle, I hope itís not broken. It was the size of a cantaloupe and I could see the pain on his face as he crawled up the stairs to get to his car.
And Mike, congratulation on Emilyís engagement, does the new ďsonĒ climb?
Great story Mike,
Very cool repeating those classics with your son!!!
Great thread as well, The memories of those people and climbs from BITD
all come rushing back to me. I was one of the B-list climbers during the early to mid 70's that spent time in the shadows of the Stonemasters.
Jim Wilson was a friend and climbing mentor that I played belay slave/
second for up many of those routes.