Thursday gave Friday amiss and went straight to Saturday...

I wish that were true (see title). I woke up this morning completely confused for several minutes... "why is steph getting ready for work?". After contemplating the last several days, I realized that it was still Friday. *sigh*

Bishop calls. I can hear her sweet titilating voice whispering to my finger tips: "gimme that skin b*tch!". Ahh... how I've missed her so.

I'm beginning to dream again of the snow capped eastern sierras in the background of the climbing at the Buttermilks. The bright blue sky contrasting against the yellows, browns and oranges of the high desert boulders. Giant sentinels (typically 20' or more), all ready to test a climber's physical, mental and spiritial resolve.

and then there's the happy's and sad's - a giant canyon of volcanic tuft. The rock immediately shuts out the outside world when you finish the approach. you, the rock, and the other 4 dozen boulderers are all that's left. Hard crankin, sharp holds and desert dust is all that's there.

Finally there's the Druid stone's. If the hike doesn't kill you, the tough problems will. The Golden Child is there. 'nuff said.

Yup - definitely some whispering going on. It doesn't help that I'm in full bouldering mode right now. the trad lines at jtree just doesn't call as strongly as usual...