Loose Change

It has begun. The end that is. Relieved, after a long hike, I sit here, alone, contemplating why this awesome route only has two stars. Who in there right mind would hike all the way down into the back country to climb this?

Only those who are psyched that's who. And those psyched people will enjoy a hella overhung start with big holds. They will enjoy a crux with a small hold, and they will be psyched when they send. They will lower, untie, pack up and leave. Probably never to return. Just like my own psyche. It is gone. Gone away for good.

Why am I not psyched? Maybe this poem will help.

And here I sit, all broken hearted, I spent all my loose change so I could take a shit, and in the end, I only farted.

Nope. It doesn't help.

2nd route from the left-hand side of the wall.

bring quickdraws.