Generally it was a good week, Of to the Edge at Morin Rd, the big Mt Wellington, on Wednesday night, the main crowd was there, climbed with Ex Army, he was doin the 24-26s and the FBC was Doin the 16-18s, I know my limits.
The Tin Man was there, and although I promised to belay I kinda got side tracked and yakity yak yaked, too dam much. had an attempt at the over hung 18 yellow, made the 3rd clip before crashing out.
Go West Young Man!!
Thursday, the White Rabit, and the FBC headed West, The new "Extreme Edge Westie" Opening night, and what a sight for these old eyes, so new and spanky, so grippy no chalky, we climbed so much was puffy no talky.
It was like being a 6 year old in a candy store with a pocket fulla coins, and teeth to destroy, we went hell for the highways, the Rabit was fast no breaks for Jack, the FBC had to pass.
Thanks to the Hiking Girl who came to the rescue, FBC got a little rest in.
Spinny Norman's dad was yellow pants shining, the Padawan improved, beyond all measure.
The weekend bought Sloth, Saturday was .....not the best of days .....wet wet wet.
To quote an email from the FBC to some of the mid weakers:
mmmmmmmmm ....... I think it was the Whole Camebert(as in a complete scoff of an entire round)(gooey centre with grey edge), port (Taylor's Special Reserve) and 72% Dark Choc (only a 1/4 bar) and 2 crackers on Saturday night, that nailed my arse on Sunday ....... puffed out on Silver Airman. mmmmmmmmm.................. Bloody Crackers, knew I shoulda steered clear of the crackers.
mmmmmmmm blood presure on Friday was 100/70 ....... need a warm rock to lie on.
So Sunday was a bit of a bust ... with low energy levels, got up Grave Yard Grove, Biggles Flies West, and Silver Airman, but was very puffed out. The day was the Gang of four reunion.
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