Crack climbing is an inherently strange idea, unlike face climbing where everything is positive (in one manner or another...excluding I'm sure some crazy 5.14's) you are climbing through negative space. Your path to the endpoint (chains, the top, whatever) is through something that doesn't even exist. Now I'm sure that's part of the appeal for some people, but regardless of who you are you must admit it is a bit bizarre.
This weekend Chesy and I got the chance to catch a glimpse of what Indian Creek's negative space was all about. Unfortunately, with the qualms of life it was that, just a glimpse. Nonetheless, we will return.
The day started with a run up Mt. Olympus (we couldn't leave after work that morning because Chesy had an event at 6)
Endless opportunity
A sampling of Indian Creek's finest negative space
Plaque #1 Hand Solo 5.9
My Beautiful Girlfriend
Rambling
On
Cactus
Another sampling Blue Sun (5.10)
Splitter hands
Chesy on TR
No hands rest
Pictographs
No matter where you go in the world you're likely to encounter at least one douchebag
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