Badwater (2009)
Badwater
“There were thunderstorms almost every afternoon at this time of year, but usually they just danced around on the horizon, swinging close but never quite striking my little canyon. Chances were that they’d just put on a show for us, crackling and flashing in the mountains to the west. Threatening like a junkyard dog behind a fence but never doing any damage. But if the storm did come, at least the lower part of the rock was protected from rain by the enormous overhang above.
I led her to the bas...e of the one-hundred-foot hand-size crack that was the only way to get to the cave beneath the roof. Rated 5.9 or so, the crack would be harder than anything else we’d done that afternoon. But she was a natural; I was confident she could make it, even if I had to give her a little tension. Roberto had done it just the day before without the use of his legs.
“This is going to be pure jamming,” I advised. “There’s really no edges or holds. Just slot your hand into the crack, then twist and flex to expand those two fat muscles in your palms.MoreLess
I led her to the bas...e of the one-hundred-foot hand-size crack that was the only way to get to the cave beneath the roof. Rated 5.9 or so, the crack would be harder than anything else we’d done that afternoon. But she was a natural; I was confident she could make it, even if I had to give her a little tension. Roberto had done it just the day before without the use of his legs.
“This is going to be pure jamming,” I advised. “There’s really no edges or holds. Just slot your hand into the crack, then twist and flex to expand those two fat muscles in your palms.MoreLess
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