Monday, March 10, 2008

3.10.08 - The over-dramatized version of a normal day.

Today started like any other day. If I'm psyched I'll...

A: Wake up around 9, eat a couple Jimmy Dean (we southerners know him simply as JD) sausage patties, brew some coffee, play some guitar, and role out to the back door to check the weather.

Or, I may...

B: Wake on up around 6, drink some green tea, do some yoga, role on out to the front door to check the weather. I won't really know which until I wake that morning, so I stopped trying to prepare myself.

"Whoa, nice one today," I say to myself on this day, and after choosing previous option A, I'm getting out for sure!

Paul calls and says he'd like to go try 'Midnight Express' again." So, I'm out...but out the back door. Paul Robinson is a tricky dude however, and I always have to remember that any climbing day with Paul is always an Epic. "Good day for one though," i think.

As we leave town and start to head up Boulder Canyon, Paul says, "I hope we make it." I've been known to be the adventures type, so without asking what he is talking about, I say, "Me too." The digital gas gauge in his GTI reads that there are 10.0 miles worth of petrol left in the ol' vdub. "But Paul," I wonder out load, "it is 10 miles to the boulders from here. "It's downhill from there back he says...we'll just coast it. What's important is that we get to the boulders!"

And I'll now leave you with a visual image of Paul right after he says just this...
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Good burns and good photos always equal a good time. But what happened you ask? Rock, wind, sky, and snow happened. Enjoying the woods, celebrating Monday, and tempting limits is what happened, and although Paul has dialed the upper sections of the climb, he didn't muster the problem entirely on this particular day, but he will soon.

But for now we must leave our projects, and figure out getting back to town...


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The gas gauge soon says 0.00 mi. of fuel left in his car, but we are coasting in gear and blazing downhill. As the road flattens around the intersection of Broadway and Canyon, Paul says to me once again, "I sure hope we make it."


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Ever heard the guy that says "Don't worry, it will always work out. It always does!" Yeah, so I'm that guy. And trust me, I will have usually "told you so." But this time I thought for sure I was going to have Epic on my plate. But not today folks, this day's blog ends like any good fable should...

with a shit eatin' grin on your face while trying to pump exactly 14.5 gallons into a 14.5 gallon tank!

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6 comments:

sock hands said...

nice ABL in the background = ALL BOULDERING LIFESTYLE. word.

this was a good, humorous post andyjmann. i may have a follow up story to type/post on my bloggerthing as a similar story to volley back atcha

lunch time?

Climbing Narcissist said...

cool story. i wish it was 49 degrees here...

Also, i will be sure to hit you up next time we are in b-town to get together for some dinner...just be forewarned i have the most unadventurous pallete when it comes to food

Paul said...

epic!

Peter Beal said...

Good story Andy. Remind Paul to get going on his blog. Kids these days....

sock hands said...

wait a minute... upon second look.... 4:14 ????

PLENTY OF DAYLIGHT LEFT TO KEEP TRYING I CALL DAB DAB DAB !!!

for shame, paul... SHAME !

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