Into the wind

After our 8 block late morning ramble, my hands are numb. It's windy and spitting, and now I must head out for my run down to the Nautilus. We crossed the street at our turn around point to get out of the wind, and when we got to the corner where Taz was fishing for ghostly prey, noticed that he had two white plastic fish stuffed behind his tongue. There has been a huge fake spider web strung over the parking strip, with a lime green transparent plastic spider that has a blinking light inside. Ah, creativity.
Running was an ordeal, weightlifting not much better, and the return trip home uphill, a slog. Well, it's done.
Huzzah! Right around the dinner hour, beloved son called from Joshua Tree, Ca. He'd gotten one horrendous-sounding day of climbing in at The Needles before it began to snow. His climbing partner had been there two weeks, was acclimatized and solid on gear placement when beloved son arrived, worn out from a long drive and rusty on putting in difficult gear. Sounds like their multi-pitched 12+ route, Romantic Warrior, put the bloody fear in him. Well, as I told him, you can't expect to be "on" every time. He followed well, and after a terrifying-sounding rappel in the dark, they got it done.
Now he's trying to find a party of Swedes who escaped the snows and headed to J-Tree as well.
Said he's got lots of food, and just needs to get back in there, cook, and climb. Sounds swell to me!
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