I have never trusted Leprechauns. With their abnormally short legs and sneaky lookin grins.....the oversized buckles and green top hats....they just bug me. But in the hills beyond Fresno there is a tale that tells of hidden teasure. A land of green and granite that holds a pot of gold for the boulderer with a sense of adventure.

This Saturday Macronut and I sought to plunder some goods in a new area ne'er visited by human climbers. A neverland of moss, wildflowers and pixies. A boulder garden miles deep, a land of magic sprinkled with granite treats for the wanting hardman.

We left home cloaked in the inky black of dawn, and were soon passing into the realm of the leprechaun, seeking his hoard of fresh FAs.

Careful not to wake the Sprites that guard the Western bordrer, we quietly tiptoed across meadows green in this springtime fairytale terrain.
In a lickety snap we were hot on the trail of the man in a little green vest. I swore I saw a bony old finger becon us eastward over a knoll, so we ran like schoolgirls chasing a rainbow over a small rise.
What we found did not disappoint.
We charged ahead, following little golden pebbles hinting of bigger things to come. Not content to settle for breadcrumbs; we were looking for the kings feast.
We pressed eastward, our burning lungs powering us over hill and vale. Ahead I swore I saw a flash of a little green tuxedo dip under a gnarled oak....and thusly we increased our gait.
Macronut could wait no more, so he floated problems in his approach shoes along the way.
As the golden tendrils of sunrise washed us in morning light Macronut and I find ourselves topping out new terrain, new problems and new formations by the handfull. We have found the end of the rainbow. This is our pot of gold. And we will not share.
Well, you can only stuff your pockets with so much treasure so we turned north and headed to the top of the vale to seek one last prize.
Ok, I'm gonna get real with you Supertopo. We didn't find any Leprechauns. We found no gold, no treasure, no magic shamrock. But we did find a sweet thin face problem that was more precious than all those things combined. And Macronut straight crushed it. After three falls. Perhaps due to his general weakness or the fact that it was a blank wall with crumbling V7 micro holds covered in leprechaun droppings.
With the sendage complete an a new rad FA in the bag we headed home, to kids basketball games and T-ball practice. We left the new secret spot unnammed, the problem unrated. Some things are better left off the map. So happy St. Patrick's Day Supertopo. Hope you enjoyed this little advenure in The Secret Forest. Where magic still lives and fairytales come true.

May the sun shine on your face today and may the wind be always at your back.

Micronut out.