So, I want to tell you guys about a really rad day I had last week.
For me, Ash Wednesday started with Fat Tuesday. Justin and I were sharing a couple of drinks at a local bar, watching men try to convince women, whom were wearing almost nothing, to wear a little less in the name of the suffering of Christ, or something like that. Justin mentioned to me that he was going to take a trip to Maui in the morning, a quick hit – fly in, climb for eight hours, fly out. I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and he invited me to come along.
Four hours later we picked up Kurtis and two hours after that we were on Maui scarfing Loco Mocos at a dreary little diner called Tasty Crust.
Fueled, we met up with Jeff Jackson and his wife Hannah, who were visiting the island, and made a break for the boulders.
First stop was a spot called McGreggor's, a water sculpted lava flow right on the coast with some truly striking overhangs. After a few minutes of cleaning we took turns on a new line. Justin took the FA despite his infamous inflatable crash pad “The Game Changer” springing a leak and exposing an uneven rocky landing, making the final move, a big throw to the lip, precarious. He is calling the problem “The Viking”.
We packed up and drove up the road to check out a spot that the local climbers call “Gramma's” but got sidetracked when we spotted some big blocs up a hillside along the road. We made the short hike and were gifted with an outcrop of bullet, beautifully textured, double-overhead boulders.
Saying our goodbyes and hope-to-see-you-agains we parted company with Jeff and Hannah, who were both gracious and a blast to have in company, and made out way back to Oahu.
It was evening when I parted way with Justin and Kurtis. I took the long road around the East Side to avoid traffic on my way home to the North Shore. It didn’t work. I was sitting still on the Kamehameha Highway when I got word from Matt. Sacreds, night session; the tide was down and the rocks may be dry. I still had skin, I was in.
I am glad I agreed to show up. Lit by a portable floodlight, with waves from the then rising tide slapping me in the back as I wedged between two rocks for an essential spot, I watched Matt manage to repeat one of the most iconic lines on the North Shore, “Saltwater Sound” (a.k.a. “Salty Seahorse Semen”).
It was a pretty good day.
Shoutouts and House Keeping:
A huge shout-out to Jeff Jackson for writing about us on the Rock and Ice website!
Hell yeah to Joe Segel for sending “Peanut Butter & Jelly” at Angel’s Boulder.
Check out Ryan Johns new community for Oahu LGBT climbers here.
And finally, as a personal note, I want to encourage any climbers reading this to reach out to us with their stories. Did you send a project recently? Tell us! Did you have a rad outing to some Hawaiian boulders? We want to share your story! Have a few good shots you think people should see? We’ll help you share them! Let us know what is going on, we really want to be in the business of sharing the news of the entire community, not just our small corner of it.
Edit: Linked the appropriate problem to Joe's note at the bottom and added a couple of commas.