It's about time.
That's really all I could say or think. My last climbing trip was awhile ago. My weeks have flown by with local cragging, snowy weather and lots of time spent at whole foods and starbucks bumming their internet. It was at a Starbucks in Colorado Springs when my climbing partner, Mollie, and I were exchanging texts about her upcoming work schedule - most importantly which days she had off. The same old, same old: monday off, friday off. Great, more local cragging.
"Then I asked for monday, tuesday, wednesday of the week after off so hopefully I'll get out sunday and not have to go in until thursday evening."
She just made me the happiest climbing partner alive. 3 full climbing days with a half day for travel on each end? No way!? Where should we go?
Before I could even conceptualize an answer in my brain the answer was sent to me via text.
"We're out at indian creek for the next 2 weeks camping at the creek pasture, bring your rope and your rack and come climb some crack."
Thanks Bryce! It was from Bryce, my first Colorado climbing partner and one of my oldest climbing friends. He and his climbing partner, Cora, recently tied the knot (in the matrimony way) and started off on their 6 month-or-as-long-as-the-budget-allows honeymoon-climbing trip. Epic.
So Mollie and set out to go to the Desert. She has never been - I've only climbed there once but we had plenty of time to climb and to get away from the snowy Denver weather.
The planning begins!