before I forget

Ahoy,

Three weekends ago, we made the trip to Santa Barbara for a climbing day. This was probably the biggest failure of a climbing day to date for everybody on this trip. The park was called Brickyard, and it wasn't too far away compared to other trips. The RRS immediately lost enthusiasm because he thought we were going to Red Rocks in Vegas that weekend. Turns out he had to go to work to make things explode anyway, which was probably far more productive than anything we did.

Everybody each hopped on a few climbs, and as the sun crawled across the rocks - we all felt the creep of shiftlessness come over us. Think like Snorlax. We spent most of our time gossiping on top of the rocks. I got a healthy sunburn, and everyone else got several shades darker.

I brought some bomb (not arrogant, confirmed by real people outside my own head) focaccia bread I made the night before and it made my bag smell like rosemary and garlic the whole time. After scrapping our climbing plans due to heat stroke and a lack of motivation, we ventured into town for a visit to the Pizza Guru. And topped it off with a stop at McConnell's for ice cream. We lounged around watching hotel tv with some friends staying in the area.

All in all, we were unable to say we did anything besides eat and nap all day. 

heighteningly deanfened,

jt