The Grack, Center 5.6

ave you ever seen a Grack?

Have you? I have, Its a matter of fact.

This morning I saw one, though it was dark, I saw one inside Yosemite Park.

Midnight, One, here comes Two, its time to drive Nut One and Nut Two!

"Two in the morning?" Thats early you say, not for these nuts, they've got to go to work today. So rise and shine, o dark thirty they drive, to slay the Grack, to catch it alive.

We're racking no later than Four Forty Five, does a Grack live in a cave?

Or maybe a Hive?

At this inhumane hour, we're storming the tower. The trail is faint, but skaredy we aint. We bolt from the lot soon the trail we lose, but tons of black coffee gives wings to our shoes.

The darkness its creepy, but the Grack is still sleepy.

We'll soon face this beast, who lurks in the east. Glacier Point Apron is known for its rockfall, but worry we won't for we have a new chalkball. And with a new chalkball all things are made better, but the hike makes my armpits drip inside my sweater.

Its still black when we reach the base of his lair, we've got triples of camalots, this wont even be fair.

Nut 1 begins to change out his shoes, when "What's that Nut 2, you now got to poo?"

"Please nut 2, do not go poo, we have four hundred feet of handcrack to do!"

"I must Nut 1, I now must go poo, I'll be back in a jiffy, then I'll hold the rope for you."

(NUT 1)
"Do not poop near our rack!"

""Do not poop near this crack!"

"Do you have a paper sack?"

"To poop and leave no trace on The Grack?"

NUT 2
"I will not poop upon our rack, I'll poop nowhere this awesome crack, I have no sack, but off the track I'll go to poop far from The Grack!"

Well now well now....Welcome back.....look, the sunrise, its at your back.

The route above is crystal clear, there's nowere to go but UP from right here.


Nut 1 quickly takes the lead.... and dances up with Potter speed.

Now here I come, a fine belay, a giggling and quiggling start to the day.

We are fully on the righteous track to find and catch the mysterious Grack.

Is he Purple?

Is he Green?

Is he somewhere in between?

Scales, quills, feathers, wings?

Will he bite?

Will he sting?

We do not care, we must go up....we must keep climbing UP UP UP !

My block ends. Nut 1 climbs on. By now we've both begun to yawn. We've gone non stop since two this morning, our sleep bells are ringing...Warning....Warning!!! We must press on, to see The Grack, to keep finger locking this finger crack. Its yummy, its tasty, the handjams are many, but I cannot stop thinking of breakfast at Denny's. We get to the top, we see the top of Half Dome, but children and wives are waiting at home. We cannot stay here, we must go down, or lives they are waiting, down on that ground.



We caught nary a glimse of the sneaky old Grack. Not a wing, claw or tail was inside that crack. He must live up higher than we'll ever go, up where the clouds, float above snow. He stays there to tease us, to challenge our wits, but I'me sure in my gut, that his type exist.

We tie ropes together with a slick EDK...
"This things gonna hold us? No way.....Yeah way"

We're down on the ground in a lickety split, its as purdy a morning as a morning can git.

We're back to my rig by a minute past eight, now drive Nuts Drive....you mustn't be late!

We're now back in Fresno, the days just beginning...... with mornings like this, life just feels like winning. Our children are happy that dads are home safe, and wives are still happy, no anger no chaffe. So now off to work and into our day, but Denny's is first, life's just better that way.
(Micronut and Macronut live in Fresno, ca, and have awesome wives, lives and jobs that allow them to climb enough to keep the fire burning brightly inside. They climb early on Fridays, so keep an eye out for them on your "alpine approach." They'll be heading back to the car. They do not like green eggs and ham, but have a soft spot for country fried steak, eggs, hashbrowns, toast and grits.)