The days, they blur.

The Edge, or was it the coop?

An arête climb, green, overhanging on pinches. Surprisingly delicate, and only once it was done did I realize how good it was. It was crowded, mostly new people trying this 'climbing' thing out for the first time.

Blur.

Another arête climb, delicate in its own way, though far more burly a finish. Balance, then strength.

We return to the problem of a few days prior, with the swing. I feel tired, sore, but keep working. Again, I fall, my strength and fingers fading, when suddenly I find myself, hands wrapped around a hold, foot gently up to the left, and

Catch. Shift. Match.

Done.