Half an hour later we arrived at our destination. I am by no mean religious, but viewing the sculpted beauty of the Motherlode is the closest I have ever come to believing in a higher power. Words cannot do justice to this extraordinary piece of rock. We spent that afternoon climbing routes, and loving life. This was why we tormented ourselves in a car for four days. This was what we had come for.
|Marshal retro-onsighting 8-ball 5.12d|
|Jay Audenart on Flux Capacitor 5.12d|