The last 8 weeks has been a whirlwind of activity for me. After a horrendous week also known as Finals, I was slightly burnt on mathematics. But don't worry folks, the passion still blazes like a freshly lit scented potpourri candle. I spent my Christmas Break climbing as much as physically possible in as many different location as I could find with as many partners as I could call. Sometimes I feel as though I am a climbing slut. Whoring myself to spotters who may cross their arms and braid their hair while I climb to unimaginable heights rope-less. None the less, many laughs were had, much skin was shredded, and more chalk was mistakenly digested. Here is a brief expose of my recent misadventures. Flatulence smells not included.
Bradley at Rocktown
Alex at Laurel
The Setter's Lock - in at The Climbing Center
Brian on Crock Block
Another Hueco Sunset
Feel The Rhythm, Feel the Rhyme, Let's get Ready, its Climbing Time
Tom on Jerry's Kids
Expanding my Photographic Horizons
John Sherman deciphering Diesel Power
The Author flailing on Crack of Doom
Mark on Celestial Mechanics
First Sighting of The Hueco Tanks
Abbey on The French Tickler
Brion on Purple Flowers
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