After two-- forced-- rest days, we were dying to get on the rock. So we went to the driest place we could find, 95.2, and made quick work of gym-like 7A boulders. I continued my trend of a footslip on the flash go-- needing a second attempt.
Then a scene change for a new location, to take on baby La Baleine and a nice little dyno.
But perhaps the boulder of the day was one that didn't even exist. There's a 6A on the right, and a 6B+ on the left, and we somehow linked them from what may be the tiniest two-finger crimp I've ever held. Under headlights. Team ascent.