Wake Up and Smell the Coffee

Boy, this one's a stinker. I made the mistake once, after a long day of solo toproping, and with waning light, to set up a solo on Narcoleptic Epic. The sole of my left foot was a little injured, so I was wearing supportive clunker shoes that didn't hurt so much. I spent about two minutes in the Narcoleptic Epic corner, realized I wasn't going to make it there with the shoes and the pain, and tried to figure out how to escape. This dirty death trap was what I figured out. It ascends the big filthy fin to the right of the corner, with surprise(!) loose blocks, and enough lichen to feed a professional football team.

Climber's right of Narcoleptic Epic.

TR