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.