Anyway, I think the highlight of the trip to Baltimore, besides freezing my ass off walking to and from our hotel and the comp, was finding out that the hotel we were staying at was hosting a foosball tournament, which probably wasn’t the nationals, and had a $250,000 cash purse. I’m really not the bitter cynic that I seem. It was actually really fun to see and hang out with some friends I only get to see in this kind of setting, even if a few of them set the finals routes a little too easy. They work hard and I still love them.

     Things are looking up, dammit. Things will change, climbing will grow and become sort of mainstream, probably even in my lifetime. El Cap will be the Bonsai Pipeline of rock climbing.

     On a happier note, I’m so freakin’ psyched to be heading to Hueco tomorrow, and then on to Arkansas bouldering! If I can see as many badass boulders as many times as I have watched the Ozarks dose, the trip will be worth it. It’s a chance for me to grip some real rock, and lay of the plastic for a little while (that $hit's dangerous).