Sunday, August 21, 2011



This past week the crew climbed, surfed, and drove their way into the realm of epic trips...we left on Sunday night and made our way through the blazing heat of the desert to Taquitz and Suicide rocks in a little town called Idyllwild -climbed "Whodunnit" (a whopping 800 foot chunk of granite) and threw down an FA that connects with "Whodunnnit" about 400 ft up the wall. We named it "Miss Tery Route" mostly because when we signed into the logbook at the summit Mike mispelled mystery, and ended up writing the name of his favorite first grade teacher instead. A cold bath in the river, and a bowl of fried rice later we found ourselves visiting Grandma and Grandpa Wosen in Los Angeles to try to make our mark at the classic Stoney Point. Unfortunately the morning of was a tiny bit inhibited by Peter's Allergy medication that ended up knocking both him and Megan out for the day.

Mike and I did our best to climb a few boulders and call the day finito with a couple of burgers and a slacklining sess.
Thursday we headed to malibu state park and tried our luck on the steep volcanic boulders that make this area unique. It seems like on a trip of this length you'll occasionaly see disputes between friends even as tightly knit as the crew...and words will be carelessly thrown around that carried no malicious meaning...but can cut to the core...on the way to Malibu, Mike must have fallen victim to the suns rays, and slipped just enough to insult the morality behind the gear deals that Peter so graciously provides...Shocked at the carelessness of Mike, Peter vowed to never hook Mike up again! A harsh promise, but given the circumstances, understandable...Through tears Mike begged for a way to make it up, and in his infinite mercy Peter granted it to him. The ultimate belittiling of Mikes character would be neccesary, but in my opinion worth it, and justified. The chaco sludge toe kiss was required...as seen here...

Malibu ended up being really sick, we projected a ton of stuff each at our own level, and then came back Friday morning for the send. Mike looked especially good in his sending pants..

After Malibu it was off to San Diego for some glorious surfing and a stay with the lovely Lee Anne. She earned herself a seat with the crew. 12 hours seemed to whiz by in the glorious temps...and we were off again to find more desert rock. We ended up settling for a little outcroping of rocks by a rodeo ground not far from Victorville...it seemed like a miserable little place, but we managed to throw down some awesome FA's all named after subtle themes in the trip. "Shark at a sushi bar," "Secret Lover," and "Triple Dog" being some of my favorites.
A stop at the lovely Hard Rock Cafe for our midnight burgers put us at ease and on target for our 8am Sunday morning return...