my actions stamp out my words,

started out on fingerlock, 5.10b
this route had previously sent me flying,
i was anxious to dispend it,

on to self abuse, 5.10b squeeze.
this is a hassle to rope solo, my style,
for i stack the rope on the heart side of my body,
and thus my slack coils are stuffed into the chimney and
im always stepping on them and giving myself tension,
sheesh.
passed the added anchors (soon to be chopped)

mi amour. who gave up all her errands
to accompany her lunatic husby up and outing,

now i've assulted a .10 finger crack and seduced a .10 chimney,
what's up? .10 mixed face crack.
the stone. 5.10a R


stoned-on-up-the-road nowt o the
fracture, 5.10d

with this route i've achieved my most difficult lead, rope solo.
this one was all about smooth system management as to conserve stamina.
i sent,
the crux

lastly we rock hyperspace, 5.10b.
cool undercling moods,

my good gal who sang wine wind to me
all day, she's all.

feliz a.
may the stone inspire us further.