Incredible late September day, no one around. Got to love these fall days on Yam. We left a #7 Metolius on that 2nd pitch, supposedly I buried it too deep. I just replaced it, so it is practically new if you can get it out. Traverse city on the upper pitches with a ton of squirrel piss on the first two pitches. There should be an adjustment to rating for climbing on hardened squirrel urine. Cheers.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)