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The limestone was perfection. We went out to a new wall in Whoville Desert. The joshua trees were straight from a Dr. Sues story. And with each turn and each hill we only become more lost in it. We found a sport crag without a soul on it. I led a few quick 5.9s and then jumped on a 11b K led. What an amazing climb, roof after roof greeted me. and I only become more entranced with it. What an amazing climber my husband.
Saturday led us to the limestone again. The climbing was technical, with tiny handholds, but the footwork, made the climb.
Then sunday on that red sandstone sport cliff. The easiest climb was a 10c. so no leading for me. But K killed it. As did the rest of team crush. Miss Bevee included, making a nearly flawless ascend.
Driving back from Southern Utah is just depressing. Leaving the 65 degree sunny skies, for the cold, wet, snowy conditions of O-town. But, alas, we must, until this house sells and we can climb everything we can touch.
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