Rode hard

And you know the rest of that old saying; I worked as hard as I could on routes done and attempted previously, and got worked by them. Feeling like a wrung-out dishcloth, but part of that is due to an unusually late night enjoying a musical trio we haven't seen for a while. So this is what it feels like to be in your nineties...
The day was astoundingly gorgeous, the kids were patient as I worked on re-learning footwork necessary on the unforgiving granite cliffs. The swallows and peregrine falcons swooped above us in the delicious air, the mountains were out and proud, and we had a fine day of it. The music later was fine, too.