Hueco and its enticing atmosphere, christmas climbing, and globetrotters playing guitar

Everything about Hueco is as good as it gets.  Nice people, rock, sun, ping pong, more rock, and best of all you can breathe the air without choking, unlike a certain home state...

I wake up, throw a t-shirt on and either hit the rocks or head to the barn, or relax and take a walk with the dogs.  The days on rock are high angle bliss, and the days off are calm and sedated.  Every day ends the same though, with a big dinner and either a night with as many climbers you can fit in a building, or a quiet few around a fire; then a walk to my tent guided by the pings of a high voltage wire lending power to people up late watching old school climbing movies.  Paradise.

It's like this every day, with never anything to complain about for more than a minute.  Kinda makes you homesick.  Kinda!  I came here with a pinky injury that never bothered me and is now completely healed, and other than that I got a small flapper going to mass christmas morning on north mountain climbing fern roof.  All is well besides, and I've been having enough fun that I may extend my trip out here for a few more weeks.  If I do, my next post will be from the steep, sustained greatness of Hueco.  If not, I'm heading back to the Gunks....!