MY hairdo day!

And it turned out just fine. The afternoon, though turning to shit weatherwise, improved immeasurably when our son returned from a climbing trip in California. After helping him and his friend get the gear out of the car and into our house, dear son and I walked over to the supermarket to pick up dinner stuff and an important climbers' essential, cold beer. It sounds as if he had the most satisfying and challenging routes in the Needles' climbing area, southeast of Sequoia National Park. The photos he had looked fabulous, in particular long "splitter" cracks about 1/2-3/4 inch wide, which are known as "finger cracks," since that's all you can use to get up them, as well as jamming your toes in and smearing on the rock face. One route was called the Don Juan Wall. Combined with an enthusiastic "second," a partner who is willing and able to follow and clean the gear out of the crack, and gorgeous 70-ish degree weather, the trip sounded wonderful.
And it's as close to getting out as I've come all year... a friend and I wanted to get out htis morning, but last night it was pouring, and though it's clear right now, we bailed last night, thinking it would be crummy today. Ah, well...later?