Psychedelic Atomik Dry-Tool Madness

I had the Atomik crew pour me some new plastic my super panel felt a little too austere then there was all that beautiful open wood like naked belly on a girl. In time the new shapes came they saw the Colorado sky one bright afternoon one of those last no-longer-summer days yet deliciously warm. I promptly wrapped them back up in brown paper swaddled them like chilled lambs some days went by I trained around the box they lay in but by then it was time to eat sleep get up and do it again amen...

Saturday came an eerie chill settled in from the east I wore an old tat down coat  tried to envision intriguing movement then chose a blinking hold pencilled the bolt hole went at with rotary hammer avec 1/2 inch wood bit voila new feature. I had decided on some playground shapes they had crafted with TWO bolt-holes no less ostensibly so they didn't spin on a kids climbing structure what was immediately apparent was that mounted by only one hole the hold could be spun 180 degrees to create a different hold. 

Personally I like larger features more water to fish on so to speak then there's the hard vs. soft blend two consistencies which are purportedly like good ice or hard ice respectively I have no idea which they are sending me but these things are a blast to pull on. A certain precision is in order the polyurethane crisp yet rugged. In low light the tones glow seductively no I haven't tried a black light but I really must...

There isn't much ice this year thus far I prefer to bide my time so training is the order of the day.

And there's nothing like a brisk order...

Paradise...

How much fun is that?

A cold front blew through last night the dog and I stumbled about in the dark searching for the laundry line flapping clothes snapping there location even a few minutes of this was too much amid howling frigid east wind. The new Super Panel in my gym has been the focus of my climbing attention since the snow melted what there was of it anyway. Indeed an exceedingly dry winter 2011-2012 followed by record drought and heat this summer portends a dry autumn. The plastic holds bolted to my panel do not run in the heat if anything I am still thawing from the SuperCouloir epic last year. The heat was treat of sorts, "Some ice-climber YOU are..." my wife chided while I wallowed amid the scorching temperatures wincing at the mere whiff of snow. 

But then it came torrent of wet white flakes boring down at us as we hunkered in the hot tub naked wet bodies hidden from the onslaught within the baking water. By noon it was gone yet a chill lingered sky leaden brooding hauling ass off to enlighten Utah.

In fading light after repairing the boiler so our home had heat changing the oil in the Mini I cranked out sets of pull-ups amid the gloaming lifted sent dry-tool laps on fresh polyurethane from Atomik. A drip-drip-drip snow melting onto red crushed rock days drawing in wrapped in an old down coat missing teeth like some old fighter the laps went down battling back from some alternate universe where I don't spend X number of days scaring the shit out of myself and all those watching.

It all seems like such a great idea on a warm afternoon clad only in short pulling around on polymer holds in the third garage space in my house the searing cold  bilious flavor of fear all such a dim memory then the snow blows in and oh, ah yes! My feet lose all feeling old memories of chasing sensations flapping arms marble toes waiting until July before those numb spots on my feet come back to life.

Maybe the sexy panel bikini-wax smooth studded with jolly gaudy holds is just that dry-tool porn not the real thing the pump that lasts a week tops that wreak sweat French deodorant they never come clean and even the girls smell that way when they heat up at the crag...

So I step into the early light dog wild excited to be heading out to see the place the road ahead ground crunching by if it wasn't all so damn much fun I would quit.

And I will learn to surf move some place warm fall out a bit but this year I want to see for myself if winter comes back I still have some nice ropes tools boots...

And after all I just changed my oil.