We had a fantastic day at Shortoff, on two top-notch routes. The weather was bright and gusty, and very cool in the shade. I redeemed myself on one older route, finishing something I had merely assisted before I knew sticky rubber from tooth paste. Then I was kindly shown the way on what’s surely one of the most worthwhile face routes around. My toes were screaming from all the thin face. What a pleasure.
Burnt to a crisp, the ridges leading up to Shortoff look almost meadowed, with some sort of tall yellow grass. It’s kind of a curious sight.