I was in the Utah desert for the majority of April. I spent most of my time at a shady wall, giving my all on a project that has yet to be climbed.  I dragged my girlfriend up there a dozen times, recruited spotters, crashpads and tiny cams.  It didn't go, although sometimes I felt I was right there.  The last move of the 50 foot pitch is a 6 foot sideways dyno.  I once fell there and took a gigantic whipper, nailing an arete, bruising my heel, and skittered to a halt 15 feet above the pads.

Hop scotching down the trail one legged, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all....

I'll be back for sure.