Split Tips, steep hikes, and other Black Hills shenanigans

I just took a shower. Some may not grasp the significance of this, but I'm almost amazed all the grease that flowed off me didn't clog the truck stop's drain. It's amazing how it builds up. Although, despite my low expectations, truck stop showers are truly amazing. This one, for instance, plays bad country music when you turn off the water, so one can dry their naked body while reminiscing about booze, trucks, and Jesus. What could be better? But, as for climbing, I've just finished off a little two-day stint at Victoria Canyon, in the Black Hills (plus a half day of getting lost around Mt. Baldy). The conditions have been poor. At least that's what I tell myself, as my climbing has been even worse. Baldy had my fingertips stripped by the third dry fire, and Thin Red Line (13b) felt gross. I mean, the right hand crimp just about always feels like a rusty dull razor soaked in pig lard, and with this humidity, just thinking about grabbing the thing split my right pointer finger. But, despite the majority of my sends being warmups, psych is high, and views are to die for. I'm about to leave for Lander, Wyoming, after this donut pit stop, and will hopefully find drier air, and stronger forearms. Till next time!

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