I headed down to Trout Creek for a few days last week in order to escape the rainstorms that had covered the region. After badly injuring my finger a couple weeks ago, I haven't been climbing much, but I was eager to get on the stone at a place where you don't need your fingers in order to climb. Trout Creek hosts plentiful hand cracks and stem boxes, the perfect routes for resting my finger tendon.
I was joined by new neighbor Garrett Grove, as well as Scott
Bennett, Graham Zimmerman, and Matt Van Biene. Garrett snagged a bunch of great photos, and we were entertained in the evenings by games of Bocce ball with fly-fisher crowd.
I was happy to send a beautiful tight stemming corner called Purple Pinky Eater (it eats up pink TCUs, not fingers) and enjoyed belaying Matt's onsight sends of Winter Sustenance and Geologic Time.
|First sun at the base of the wall|
|Myself on Purple Pinky Eater - Garrett Grove photo|
|Matt, after seeing bigfoot or a chupacabra or a UFO, somewhere in the tunnels|