Diego and I go climbing a bit, I would like him to get rubber shoes, and perhaps learn a few things. But he refuses to learn, he is like a lot of climbers, he is adamant that he knows it all.
I went climbing today, and did four routes, it hurt a bit, but sure who cares! I went out to belay my friend, and offer support, but I had a quick go, which some how turned into four routes. The best route naturally was on mono's -one finger pockets are it seems, thumb friendly.
The local rescue guys appeared out of the blue for a practise, they use the Tower of Poser as a little pinnacle landing thingy.
Three bemused guys hoping the pilot has gone off to get beers.
While we were climbing the rescue guys came, and did some good stuff. Thanks guys you looked great, thank you for all your practising. I was rescued as a young man once, and was extremely grateful. Are these the guys who pick up the poor unfortunates from the sea as well?
