Pics from our trip to the New are up
Good times were had by all. We decided to stay at Chestnut Ridge, since Drew had never been there. The campground Nazi was just as bad as usual. I had to read a one page description of the campground rules and sign a form to indicate that I read and understood them. He also took down more personal information then any hotel I’ve ever stayed at. I’m sure that if I messed with this dude he’d paint my name (and license plate numbers) in blood next to his bed, and vow to get his revenge.
In the morning we went to the Tattoo Wall, but it was balls-crowded as always so we just did that one 5.6 there and then headed on over to Bridge Buttress. Bridge Buttress was great. Looks like there’s a lot of great climbs there, easy access to the top of the crag to set up a top-rope, and there seemed to be some sort of sorority climbing event going on. Busty coeds were bouncing by at least once every 10 minutes.
Here’s Steve getting pumped to climb.