Poopy Ledges

First week in Potrero

Yo yo'd my first 10d on lead

Climbed Space Boyz, 11 pitches, 5.10c, 1,000 feet

Over multi-pitches for awhile... cragging is where its at

Hitching rides into town to buy margaritas

Bondfires on the top of cement buildings

Terrible fire dancer, lit his hair on fire

Was adopted by a stray cat

More Canadians in Mexico then I had expected

Locals are wonderful

Cattle Grates are the devil.

OOOK... Yesterday.... flew out of SFO got to Houston, caught a shuttle to my terminal, and arrived JUST in time to see my plane leave....
I was concerned because there was a driver that was scheduled to pick me up from Monterrey at a specific time and I wouldn't be there.... taking a taxi was something I didn't want to do.... So as I am running around manic about what to do next a woman comes up from behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders. I'm thinking 'WTF?' and she whispers in my ear "Miss, your skirt is tucked into your underwear." YES... the highlight of my day.

Eventually I arrived in Monterrey but my bag did not. I was in a bit of a panic until two women named Jen and Juliet offered me some pants and tequila. My bag arrived at 10pm. There is a god.

Spent the morning shopping for food..
No grocery stores....
Stray Dogs..... Lots of stray dogs.
Houses made out of cement.
Children pointing and laughing at all the dirt bag climbers.

I was unsure about this place until I climbed....
Limestone... pockets, cracks, and cactus......amazing.
pictures to come

One more thing.... be careful around cattle grates they are deceiving.
Bisou.

When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or climbs.

2008 shorthand….
Turned 22, had my heart broken, first half-marathon, began a tumultuous and what appears to be a life-long love affair with lead climbing, separated from my best friend by thousands of miles, revisited my infatuation of Camus and Bukowski, grew a new mole, celebrated the first black president elect, and graduated from the system (FYI college was just as much a lesson in semantics as it was a lesson in social capital).

Needless to say in the last twelve months I was forced to re-evaluate and relinquish my tired construct of whatever it is I perceive...... So I figured: What better way to celebrate my new found freedom then going to Mexico solo and climbing for two months?

It is the eve of my departure and just a few things I wanted to say...

My best friend, if I believed in soul-mates you’d be it. Secretly I’m frightened that you are a figment of my unconscious manifested to maintain equilibrium in my waking life. Either way I’m glad you are around.

Kumquat and especially you Lemur; entered my life at a pivotal moment…. I no longer believe that men are synonymous with emotional terrorism.

Jimmy and the Vertex Crew…..damn fine group of climbers, thanks for all the laughs and beta. Hope to see you around the playground.

Oh… yea, one last thing. Excuse me? SSU? FAAAUUUUWWWWKKKK YOOOOUUU!

I’ll check in soon…. Let’s hope next time I write I will have just returned from the summit with a shot of Pulque and a gorditas infladas in hand. Bisou.