It all began late one night as we pulled into central station. No waiting for a campsite!
We slept where we fancied:
We opted for the easy way out and bought breakfast in the cafeteria rather than mess up this beauty:
Perfect conditions on the backside of Columbia boulder:
We had to keep an eye on these dudes or they would try to steal our snacks. Winter's tough:
We decided to look for life at the base of El Cap, because we were lonely at Camp 4:
But we had to stop for some artistry on the way:
Boy that rock do look purdy, and my new point and shoot can zoom pretty well! But no bodies to be found here
Except this one:
Here's le_bruce and I getting ready to do battle:
And bing:
bang
boom!
stutter
and there we go...
And here's our newbie hero on his first ever crack, Moby Dick Center, with Ahab looking all juicy in the background:
Some moves he looked like pro:
Others not:
But look at that mix of suffering and bliss, I think he's addicted now:
Even this...
Couldn't dampen this
And then my main hombre brought up the rear:
But just one pitch was not enough, and I'd never been above that, so onward and upward
And then a rap from the tower:
And he took this picture from the ground looking back up at us. Moby Dick left is tantalizing:
And Little John Right is pretty cool too:
Here's from above:
And then it was time for le_bruce to set off into the great wide open:
Not exactly sure which way to go, but he committed this way and it worked out:
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 Toward the end of Little John Right, El Cap Base Credit: nutjob |
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With a cool little step-across:
About then a flood of cold air started rolling into the bottom end of the valley from the high country. It revealed its path to us:
And then from one minute:
To the next, we were enveloped:
Time to pack up and hit the road:
A little frozen fog catching on the flash:
And another wonderful day snatched from the jaws of winter!
Good times.
