So here we are, last pitch of Olive oil...Freezing our azzes off waiting, wondering when da heck we are going to get off diss rock.

This is me finishing out the last pitch of Olive Oil. This is an excellent pitch, 5.7. My buddy Chris snapped this pic for me, on my Fuji FinePics digital.

Cropped shot of me on the fifth pitch of the Red Rocks Classic.

This is Chris on the fourth pitch of Olive Oil, about 30 feet below the belay ledge- This is an awkward pitch, traversing under the prow and then right accross the alcove, to the large crack and to the belay ledge.

Cropped shot of me on the fifth pitch of the Red Rocks Classic.

This me coiling the rope after climbing on Olive Oil. The weather played many tricks on us that day. First it was clear, then it rained, then stopped, then rained, stopped, rained, snowed, rained, snowed, stopped. Then about 30 minutes later it started raining again...and didn't stop...and rained harder...until at the last pitch (a dihedral) it was pouring down the crack like a freakin' waterfall. Fun times jamming a waterfall at 45 degrees outside. Hey, what do you expect, we are trad climbers?!?! Something about the day is going to suck!!! Photo by wallhammer.

Topping out on Olive Oil with Crimision Chrysallis in the background.