|By gregory huey|
From: Pasadena, CA
Nov 18, 2011
Finally bagged the redpoint on Sep 1, 2011
"Those that looked up from afar thought that the mountain was crowned with storm. Thunder they heard, and lightning, they said, smote upon Celebdil, and leaped back broken into tongues of fire. Is not that enough? A great smoke rose about us, vapour and steam. Ice fell like rain. I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin. Then darkness took me; and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I will not tell."
Maybe that last part is how Lukasz and I managed to forget those two draws on the anchor of Nostalgia.
Well, darn it, now I have to find a new Quarry project - and I hope it won't take the better part of a year to send this time.