I do remember that Kristin and I made a trip up to Sugarloaf thinking we would be bathed in warm sun all day, but soon found out that we would be huddled close to the crag staying out of the biting wind.
I just remembered how the end of the day went. We had climbed numerous routes despite the cold and the crowd of PATC climbers that had rolled in throughout the morning. After we had had enough of the chilly weather and were on our way out something remarkable happened.
There was a loud crash a few routes uphill from where we had packed up. The noise was followed by a continuous spray of expletives and moans from a climber who had been dropped by his belayer.
It looked liked the climber, who may have been leading, came off the rock a few feet off the ground expecting the belayer to put the brakes on, but it never happened. Instead the belayer, not moving once, looked down at the climber and simply said, "I pulled down man, it didn't work."
Luckily for all of us there were no broken bones and the climber was able to transport himself under his own power.
Wishing for a bit of warm sun on a chilly Seven Wishes.Photograph by KRMG.
