Twas the night before a workday and up to my house,
Pulls Macronut's truck with a hallpass from spouse.

A full moon is brewing, we've plenty of time
South Pillar of Wamello, a perfect night climb.

So he in his R1, me in my fleece
Hike into the forest, quiet as meece.
We pause for a breather on top of a rise,
the dome lay before us under brilliant dark skies.

Down to the base we scamper and skeet,
in a heartbeat the route sits proud at our feet.

No topo no nothin, just follow the Pillar,
I've never been on it but man it looks killer!

Adam's up on the thing before I count three,
he's clipped the first bolt....dude wait up for me!
Its chickenhead city and maybe 5.9, some claim .10a, but either is fine.

We climb through the moonlight to a ropestretcher stance.
The stoke remains high as upward we dance.

The mental crux looms, a sketchy move down a notch
That gives me a tingling vibe down deep in my crotch.

This downchimney grunt across a gaping black chasm
would give anyones nards a "don't fall now" spasm.
Adam crosses the notch and is on the wall proper
across me he finally slots in a stopper.

Its 2am now and to keep me from dozing
I play with the shutter, creative exposing.

Adam's a champ, up he charges like bull,
this pitch is the money, our pockets are full.

Wait! Whats that? There's headlamps above!


Its some friends from the climbing gym getting some South Pillar love!
They're way up in the business. We exchange hoots and hollers,
If this Pillar is MONEY...they've got fistfuls of dollars!

Macronut, hurry, give me the gear.
I can smell it like breakfast, the summit is near.

Pitch four flys by as if in a trance.
And before we know it we're doin the final ridge dance.

Its black on the summit, but spread out before us,
Are Fresno and Oakhurst with their power grid forests.

Its just after three when I take off my five tennis,
we crank the ignition and head down to Denny's.

There's just nothing better than a post mission French Toast.
And remember.....
The climber who wins is the one who has fun the most.



Wamello Dome
South Pillar
5.9ish
five pitches of radness
Midnight, September 22, 2013
Macronut and Micronut



Postscript: We made it home by 5:15. Adam bathed in my swimming pool like a redneck, got dressed and was at the hospital by breakfast time for a full day of work. Burly.