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Me leaving Eagle Ledge. I think this was the first pitch I was able to actually get some climbing in (more than aiding). |
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The #4, not so tipped out. Yet. |
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The top o' the boot. Jib hauls, I jug. I wish I had the time to follow this proper... Look at that flake! |
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When you don't leave draws, you get that awesome run-out look. Gotta love the exposure! |
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These hips don't lie.. It's a tight space. |
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Behind "The Texas". |
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The Bivy. Portaledge: a bummer to haul, but a blessing to sleep in. |
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The toughest haul I can recall. A 1:1 space-haul. I jump down the wall, which counter-weights the bag upwards. My 25 foot leash was just long enough to get me to the vertical face, but no further--frustrating. |
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The ledge, you can see the off-width just on the edge of the shadow. Our bivy is at the top of the El Cap Tower, which is the column in the sun. Just 2-3 pitches to go. |
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Lunch Ledge, been climbing for approximately 9 hours and no food. What a bunch of dummies.... No wonder I'm crashing. Pay no attention to the security of the haul-bag, it has more security than it appears. |
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Calling the girls from Sickle Ledge. Thanks to Anicca Bags for the bomber stuff sacks. |
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Sickle Ledge, calling the girls before heading back to the deck.
Thanks to Anicca Bags for the bomber stuff-sacks. |
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All packed up after 2nd breakfast, ready to load-out. |
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Great roof |
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On top of the world. |
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Photo courtesy of Tom Evans |
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Photo courtesy of Tom Evans. Preston pieced this together from a few of Tom's shots. |
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Photo courtesy of Tom Evans. Just above sickle before the stove legs. |
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El Cap tower. |
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Preston all smiles
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Freeclimber on the Nose |
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Aaron following the roof! |
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smoke clearing a bit! |
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great roof! |
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