This Thanksgiving, like most years, Jen and I headed down to Indian Creek with a few good friends, cooked a full dinner (including a turkey) and climbed cracks until our bodies couldn’t take it anymore.
Although the weather promised to shut us down at some point, we managed to get in 2 1/2 days of excellent climbing before the snow started. I spent most of the trip trying really hard on difficult finger cracks. And although I didn’t send much, it felt great to throw myself at something really intimidating and walk away psyched for the time when I can come back and try again.
The thing I like most about this weekend, every year, isn’t even the climbing. I just love hanging out around the campfire with my good friends, sharing stories about adventures past and scheming on trips to come. When the rain and snow started, we just piled into the van, passed the whisky, and kept talking.
On the way home, Jen and I joined Alex and Ceci, in Moab for some cold mountain biking. There was just enough sun to make the temperatures bearable for riding, but it was still cold enough that our drop seat posts didn’t work. Either way, Porcupine Rim was as good as always, and we didn’t see another person the entire day.
