and again on the next pitch. corner, ledge, corner, out left, then back right.
looking back down at it...

That left us at the bottom of the last vertical section of the wall.
a crystalline crack covered in black lichen...


by this time, we're tired of the dirt, but another 1/2 pitch of grovel gets us to the stopping point.

I do what I can to avoid the wyde moss encrusted filth...


Above lower angle terrain will turn into manzanita forests. This 'top' seems somewhat un-eventful. But I realize that the top isn't the point. Sure, while doing it, the top is the driver, the goal, the focal point. But when back on the ground, sitting in this chair, in front of this monitor, the point is the journey. Or to state it another way; The Odyssey.