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.
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