wandt
Dec 23, 2001, 5:34 AM
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Prince George, British Columbia, March, 2:30 a.m. Not warm by any stretch of anyone's imagination (-20ish). A party had just wrapped up and my roommate, James, and I had a hankering to do some climbing. In our drunken stupor we took all the cushions off the couch, stuffed them into garbage bags as makeshift crashpads, grabbed our shoes and chalk and set off in search of bouldering. After 40 minutes of tramping through the snow we determined that the only piece of rock within staggering distance was a 4' high piece of glorified sand between the two dorms. We spent the next 90 minutes or so "lowballing" on that awfull thing. During that time we sobered up enough to pull some decent moves, but not enough to realise that 3 a.m. climbing is not necessarily where it's at. We wandered around the school buildering for a bit and then retired to our room to play "traverse the table". Upon arriving home we found our other two roommates (also in a drunken stupor from a different party) wondering where the coush cushions had gone. We convinced them to play "traverse the table" with us. That went until 8 a.m. Though we felt no pain that night/morning, the next afternoon we all had welts on our upper arms, calves and thighs from repeatedly topping out on the table. Hard, square edges are not so good to pull onesself over.
Not necessarily a tale I won't live down, but one of climbing idiocy nonetheless.
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