I love road trips. I get to eat pasta (my favorite!), drink tea out of a thermos, sit by the fire and stare at the stars, and roll in the dirt and then not shower afterwards. Best of all, it means that I'm climbing. Roll that all together and you get one happy girl. On December 13th, just 3 hours after I finished my last exam of the semester (only one more year until I'm a registered nurse!), I packed up my '89 Nissan Sentra, lovingly named 'The Gopher', picked up my pals Ayesha and Matt, and busted south. 24 hours later, we rubbed our sleepy eyes and set up camp at The Pit. We were in BISHOP! With only 6 days to spare, we set about on a whirlwind tour of the area's classics. Not concerning myself with hard grades, I opted for the moderate range. My goal was to reawaken after a fall filled with school and little climbing. I just wanted to touch rock, and plenty of it. In the end, I did just that. I love rock climbing. I can't wait to do more of it. My dreams are filled with a van, rocks, sunshine and a sweet husky pup. Girl's gotta dream. Merry Christmas everyone!
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