The day began with a hazy pall. The type not promising the views one might hope for when giving such an output. No matter, when the clouds gather, it begs micro rather than macro.
The dogs were not bummed as infinite wild smells awaited exploration. Then when bored just exhibited a little sibling sparring.
After enjoying an extremely refreshing dip, pockets of blue drew me onward and upward. Termed “sucker holes” in climber-jargon, they elicit hope and frequently disappoint by narrowing their aperture.
This time the gamble paid off…and conditions were perfect for glissading on the descent: dry powder atop a consolidated, anchored and surprisingly smooth base.
And by all means, get up and shake it to Adham Shaikh’s super sonic fusion!