A couple weekends ago Jen and I finally got down to the desert. It was our first trip of the spring, and her first time climbing since she broke her ankle last fall. Unfortunately, by the time we woke up from our road-side bivy on the drive down, I was horrendously sick.
For our first day in Red Rocks, we basically did nothing. For the second day, we did one of the easiest and most popular multi-pitch routes in the park. We expected it to be crowded, and it was.
After getting up the first four pitches in about an hour (even with me being sick and Jen being injured), we came to a ledge with no less than a dozen people on it. Some were going up, and some were going down, but all in all, it was a world-class shit show. The next few pitches took us the rest of the day (with the majority of it spent waiting on various ledges) and we walked out in the dark.
By Sunday I was still very sick and Jen’s ankle was very sore, so we just pulled the plug and headed home. It was a long way to drive for one route and a lot of sitting around, but it felt incredibly good just to be outside and going up a big piece of rock again.
