Blake about to set off into the business of Pitch ...
A quick smile for the camera...
Gotta believe in the undercling...
...he's starting to believe...
...wait, there's no crimp there!
But he makes it work anyways and gets the jug!
It's not quite over yet. "Where are the feet?"
Blake psyched after crusing the hand traverse.
"If you die, we split your gear."
Blake proving that white guys can't jump.
Blake coming up P1 of Ancient Mariner
P2's beautiful face.
Blake adrift in a sea of crystals and smears.
A nice panorama of Blake on top of the Bookend.