This week was fan-freaking-tastic. I finally sent my project after 10 days of battling, 1,879 miles of driving from Boston to Connecticut after work, $3,400,904 worth of gas, and 17.5 burritos from El Sombrero (That's an exaggeration, but let's have some fun here folks). The day it finally went, I drove approximately 100 miles per hour down to the boulder after work (or so it seemed), hiked out 4 pads, warmed up on a traverse, and sent first go of the day. I was all alone. Or at least I thought I was. Dan Bates, the Bradley Sheriff, came ambling around the corner soon after he heard my victory cries. Interestingly enough, the start holds of the boulder were soaking wet when I sent, which led me to stuff the leaking crack with paper towels and chalk the dampened holds for about one minute before I could attempt the start. After a fresh paper towel pack and some chalk, I would have about 30 seconds to go until it seeped to much. It made the final push that much more satisfying.
With a bunch of help from the one and only, Jon Glassberg, my friend, fellow strongling, cuddle bunny, and expert life partner, I was able to put together a video to remember. Hope you enjoy.