It was cool the day I got to climb at LRC. Temps were in the 40’s and I was feeling good after a few days of rest. My throat felt like I had swallowed a mouth full of glass and my nose wouldn’t stop pouring but I was going to make the best of it. I warmed up on some classics, White Face, Faces in the Crowd and some other lines in that area and then made my way back to my project. It was my first time attempting the shield so i wasn’t sure what to expect. I shoed up and made it to the crux of the climb first try. Got down... pondered the slopey crimps and cruxs move then gave just the crux section an attempt. I did the crux moves independently first try and I felt like the climb would fit me very well. I jumped down and started my red point burns. I jumped on for my red point burn made it to the jug felt great hit the slopey crimps, still felt good did the crux and was amazed that I was at the top of the boulder problem. It felt like i had energy to spare and I was surprised to be at the top on my 3rd go at it. I was psyched however; I couldn’t reach the last move..... I tried everything... but the hold felt completely out of reach. I finally dropped to the ground and made a few more goes at the last move until I realized that I would need to grab the last good crimp slightly differently than I originally thought and needed to adjust my beta. Once I realized what I had to do at the end of the climb I felt confident that it would go down. I did the climb next try and was so psyched to be topping out this amazing boulder problem. The rest of the trip didn’t resonate completely with me. I was so happy to do so many great lines while I was in the south and to have climbed really well even tho I was sick. It felt heady as we walked out of LRC our final day. The south is just an amazing place to climb.
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