It's weird to think of the same full moon rising over in MI as it does here. Today we were out at the crag--one of the best days of climbing yet--and the moon just popped out of a pocket of clouds, top half first. That was about when we decided to head down.
Rack of lamb for dinner. Goddamn.
Great sunday tradition we've got going: breakfast early, crags all day (watch out--if you eat only protein bars all day you'll get the shits like whoa) martinis and dinner at 10pm. It's gorgeous out here.
Jefe brought his 1 y/o son out to the crag this morning. Cutest little guy. I fed him 2 jars of baby food--which isn't very tasty, by the way.
Too tired to shower but apparently not too tired to blog. Strenuous weekend. Loved it.