Back to the hustle and bustle of Moab. It sure was nice to take a 'spring break' and spend a few days slowing life down in the creek. Plus, camping allows you to take in a bit of the community that you would otherwise miss in between the crag and the house. Evenings around the campfire just don't seem to happen when you're at home. We had a bit of bad weather, including rain, hail, and even a touch of snow -- oh, and LOTS of wind. Still though, it was really fun playing cards and drinking tea in the tent with friends while the weather pounded outside. And we did get in plenty of climbing.
I tried to redpoint my project the day after the rain, but perhaps it was one day too soon. My fingers were still swollen and one joint in particular was suffering from all the tweaking. Problem was, the weather started out bad, but then cleared and the afternoon became gorgeous. Part of me knew I should take one more rest day, but when you're camping there's just not a whole lot going on, and when the sun came out I started feeling like I was wasting the day lying around. So up to the crag I went, and I hopped on the ol' proj. It felt promising, and I felt strong, but the crack had gotten so sandy from the rain that I kept blowing off the thing. It was very frustrating and it did nothing for either my morale or my sore knuckle. By the final try the thing felt impossible and I started feeling like I should just give up and move on.

But alas, here I am at home, waiting for my finger to heal so that I can go back down and try, try again. Hopefully better luck next time...