from the overhung underpass on green holds, in one

i used to be in a band when i was in high school. mostly fell out of touch with the guys after we all embarked on our journeys into adulthood. but over the last year, i got into a good routine with my old pal, our former bassist, bouldering most weeks at 7ish am. we were both having transitional years. making plans for the future. navigating new relationships. he has now gone up north to be a rugged mountainman. i miss him and i’m looking forward to visiting in the spring.