Yesterday Seedy (aka Cedar Wright) and I went out to Indian Creek and braved the cold. And it was COLD. We had grand plans of getting on this offwidth that I have delusions of climbing, but that route was in the shade, so we opted for Cat Wall instead and found ourselves at the base of Burl Dog, a VERY thin 12+ climb that is mostly purple tcus. It's not even really a crack climb, but more facey with scary gear. We both toproped it twice, and then I (being delusional again) decided to try and lead it even though we weren't sure we even had enough gear. I have never been so scared in my life!!

There is one section (the crux section) where you have to put in a purple tcu and then punch it through a lieback that is too difficult to place anything. I would have liked to plug in two purples to make myself feel safer, but alas, I only had one, and I watched the tiny, tiny little lobes of the cam slide into the rock I got completely freaked out. I asked Cedar to finish the climb for me, he refused, so I was on my own. I was so scared (and cold) that my teeth were chattering, but up I headed, praying that I wouldn't fall until the cam was far below my feet and there was no possibility of going anywhere but up. When I finally got to the good jam I let out a yelp of excitement. While I didn't "send" the route on that try, it was nonethless pretty exhilirating to climb through the scary run-out.

p.s. love the "Dorkage" film, whoever made it -- at least, I liked the first few minutes. Hilarious!