A 'Voo Weekend

I'm a tardy blogger at the moment, and will have to use breaks in actual work (read: a paper due soon) to write up some posts about recent happenings. Or not-so-recent, as my timing would have it.

We used to have our cousins, Dylan and Ann, living in town with us here in Fort Fun. It was nice. We liked them a lot. Then they moved, and the town was worse for it. BUT, they were recently nearby again for a few weeks, and we managed to enjoy their company over dinners, campfires and climbing crags, most of which in the context of our beloved Vedauwoo. A few weekends ago was such a time, and a number of friends headed North to do some camping and climbing with the long lost cousins.

Arriving a day early, Liz and I got to spend a crowd free afternoon getting our slab on at the Fall Wall. This particular part of the main area is actually the first place that I had ever climbed.. uh.. ever..  with said cousins five summers ago. It was nice to see it again, with a better (worse?) haircut and if anything else, more gear of my own.

The evening and following day found more friends arriving, and we traipsed over to the plumb line crag to get our taste of crack-tastic goodness. Most everyone got a good dose of flailing shoulder, knee and fist first on the rocks before deciding that enough skin had been sacrificed to the 'voo overlords.

Dinner and a campfire that evening with good friends and conversation overwhelmed the crowds in which we were camping, and we were homeward bound come Sunday morning. After running around most of the west coast for a month, it was a perfect reminder of why we love living on the front range with the people we are lucky enough to call friends.

FLICKR.