Bart's Circuit

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Hot off my success at Ten Sleep, I was ready to make the smash at the 'Voo. Gyps Bartholomieux took ownership of my fate and my first day of climbing back at Laramie.

He lead me on his dream circuit around Reynold's, enumerated thusly:

  1. Bart's Bro Proj 12?
  2. Soft Parade 11c
  3. Pussycat's Hot Licks 12
  4. Old Dog's New Trick V5
  5. Woman's Work 11a

If you know Ten Sleep, and you know the Voo, you know that my three twelves the week before meant diddly on Laramie's granite, and only one thing got smashed that day with Bart.

My dick.

ants

Bart's Bro Proj

The Red Gyps joined us for the start of the day. We parked at a secret approach spot and set off over barbed-wire fences, gurgling streams and mosquito infested aspen groves.

Bart and Shane

shane hat

bart field left

shane jumps

With time we came to a stop below a large boulder someone had been foolish enough to put an anchor on last year. Bart dropped his bouldering pad, taped up, tied in, and got to work.

bart tapes up

bart try's hard

Getting off the ground seemed to be the crux here, a suspicion I later confirmed by failing to ever get off the ground.

Shane had better luck.

Shane on bart's proj

After Shane left us to go count climbers, Bart did a bout of cleaning on his route and then we too left that rock for another day.

cleaning

Soft Parade and Pussycat

I tried leading Soft Parade and was further emasculated. Luckily, Rob and Shane were there to witness it. Thin hands are Satan's work.

Pussycat's Hot Licks was a bouldery sport climb more in my style, but my being a weak and worthless human being combined with destroyed fingertips from Ten Sleep kept me from even top-roping it clean.

0/3, for those of you keeping score at home.

Old Dog's New Trick

I also suck at bouldering.

artsy old dog

Bart doesn't though. He lapped this thing four times, and my lens and I took advantage of the sun getting lower in the sky.

thru the crack

starting old dog

RAW FACE old dog

reaching old dog

topping out old dog

Slotting hand on old dog

Woman's Work

The only climb I could actually dream of sending any time soon sadly came so late in the day that I had no juice left for it. Beautiful finger locks, with a long, long move for a crux, followed by fun awkward handjams to exit on. Fingers repeatedly sweating out of the locks, I finally screamed to myself "Elbows down motherfucker!" and listened well enough to keep myself on the rock.

Of course, that was only after popping out of the crack and catching on my right middle finger three times in a row.

Purples and Reds

That day beat the shit out of me. It was glorious.

A gyps would say it was

Another disappointing day rock climbing.

Golden hour golden shower

The whole hike out I switched between marveling at the light on the trees and in the sky, and at the atrocious number of mosquitos I could kill with a single swat to my arm, only to have immediate reinforcements fly in.

Sunset tree

The purples and reds and blues in the sky were a mirror of the blood and bruises I would wake with the next day.


Dear Bart,

Thank you for taking me rock climbing.

bart sun close

You bastard.