I figure the best way to break this up is “climbing before and after gorging ourselves with a huge feast.” Thus, a record of our Red Rock victories beforehand:
Black Corridor
Figuring that Black Corridor, a very popular area, would be pretty packed later in the week, we hit it up Wednesday morning.
It went well. I grabbed a 5.10b lead I hadn’t been able to nail in 2020, did a few 5.8/5.9s, and finished the day cleaning a 5.10c on top-rope as the sun went down behind the far canyon wall and the chill set back in.
Classic Rock Wall
Thursday morning, a big group went into town for Meow Wolf’s new location in Vegas, the Omega Mart, just off The Strip. And while I do want to check that out at some point, a small group of us decided to hit up a newly developed crag instead. All the route names (and even some of the descriptions) are music puns — it’s great.
A pair each of 5.8s and 5.10as, with a little swapping of ground school for skills. This is a pretty neat area, and it is right off the first pull-out on the scenic drive — how has this area not been developed until now?
And at one point, I’d mentioned to Lyndon that I don’t particularly care for the “just got to the anchors, look back, and wave” photo — although I am always happy to take them for people who do — but when he did this, as much in victory as out of spite, I told him I’d be putting it on the Internet. Lol.
The Big Meal
And fortunately for the small climber expedition, by the time we got back to the house, dinner was nearly ready. Chris’s fried turkey, Mike and Evan W’s (so many Evans) honey ham, green beans almondine, brussels sprouts, sweet potato casserole, vegan stuffing and mashers, roasted root veggies, and lots of pie. (Plus all the crag snacks.) I ate too much. Twice.
After dinner, in a stupor, we played games and floated in the hot tub until it was time for bed. Gotta get up and do it all again tomorrow.