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.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe