Jodi, Django and I were blessed with the time and weather window to zoom out to the eastern Sierras for a day of rock climbing. Our goal, as is often the case, the Alabama Hills, which we can reach in about two hours from home--traffic free driving. Sweet. The day was cool and bright with hardly a breath of wind. We both surprised ourselves by climbing at--for us--a pretty good standard and no falls on some 5.10 climbs. We have our aches and pains as a couple of middle-aged warriors, but overall, we done good. I've got no action shots, but some mood pieces will have to suffice. Above, afternoon sun on the rocks.
On the drive: Django in "Gimme sum!" mode:
One of our climbs: The route follows the clean, steep slab in the middle of the picture:
Waste not a minute (yeah, right!) for life is short....