Ah yes, all of my previous commitments and trips were finally completed. I was finally able to reserve a weekend for me and some rocks. Being in the heart of summer, I had to be weary of the hordes at Summersville Lake and wondered what other climbing holes would be cool enough spend the day at.
Twall in November
Chattanooga has been in the back of my head since move down into the southeast. Fables and whispers are told of sandstone gorges that house massive roofs and overhanging walls, with splitter cracks in between. A spare weekend and good weather was all that was need to chase down these tells of rock.
Again during the fourth of July, I ran away to the New River to climb. Loaded down with camping gear and too many racks, John Lee and I drove up in his robust red Focus aiming to reach the Kaymoor area early Friday morning.
For Jimmy’s Bachelor party, I flew into Denver a couple days early because my schedule allowed it. I was picked up by Mr. Paul Rizzo, who was gracious enough to sneak out of work and allowed me to crash at his house. Continue reading “Colorado to Santa Barbara via Moab”