So yesterday was a bit of a challenge, I had such high hopes of being able to hustle a partner for the Waterfall but after many, many calls and texts I came up dry. Now I'm sure I overlooked someone, but damn it was frustrating. I woke up sluggish and pulled myself out of bed and decided to make the most of my day. While working on my coffee I decided to pull the table saw out and make a small gear box for the back of my truck. I had the design all worked out in my head but unfortunately I'm not as crafty as I might like. After about an hour and a half, maybe two!, I finally finished my box. Lets just say its very utilitarian and not very cosmetically appealing. Especially after I decided to paint it a flat tan. For some reason even with the table saw I cannot cut a straight line! I'm sure that Nate, Dustin, and Greg will all have a good laugh when they see it but all I can say is "what's the pediatric dose for midazolam?" Yeah, right we all have our strengths!
After the impromptu box building session I figured I would head down to the creek with the hound and see if I couldn't rustle up some trout. We loaded up and rallied down to my favorite stretch of water and set about flinging the flies. The weather was great and after a bit of trial and error I landed about 9 or so small browns which was great. I even hooked one on a fly I had tied this winter when I was laid up. Even with success I felt my frustration level rising after snapping off yet another fly so I packed it up and headed back up the hill. As I approached the top of the switch backs I thought to myself, well hell I haven't climbed at the Overlook in quite some time. So I pulled in, grabbed rope, shoes, harness, a .75, #1,#2, #3 and headed to the Trinities. Within minutes I was rapping of the Trinity roof and in no time I was rope soloing the Trinities. I had forgotten how stout those three lines are. For being fairly short and "only" 5.10 I got quite a workout in, climbed each 3 times and called it good. Loaded up the dog again and we headed home. As I sped towards Sunnyside I thought to myself "one more sport and you'll have a trifecta" so as soon as I got home I switched out my still damp shorts (from the fishing, not the climbing) for a dry pair, slipped on my fancy finger shoes and cruised over to Campbell Mesa for a three mile run. It was great and I felt like I had redeemed my day!
Today was not quite as productive, coffee with Nikki, Ian, Anna, and Alana and then an amazing ride literally around the Peaks with Matt Marks on the motorbikes. It was amazing and I really enjoyed being able to really use the ole KLR for all that its made for. It felt like we were riding through some alien landscape, I half expected to see some Mongolian shepherds come cruising around the bend. Not that I would have been able to see them due to the fact that I was basically stuck in Matts dust cloud for the whole ride. Turns out he's a lot more comfortable than I am on the gravel and dirt! Something to work on this summer! After that I headed out to the 'draw' and threw myself at "Floor Pie" to success and then "Anorexic" no success. All in all it was a very good day! Now what to do tomorrow???
