The Climb!

Yep. It's still hot.

Despite the scorching heat, Aaron and I decided to leave Denver to search out a place to climb. Destination. Castlewood Canyon, one hour south of Denver.


After a short ride in the car, we arrived at the ranger station, where the ranger politely asked us for our $6.00 entrance fee. Whoops. We had a five dollar bill and nothing else, except spare change in the car. We were too far out to just run to an ATM, so we just decided to pay the remainder in spare change. After scrounging and digging, we came up with that dollar. However, that dollar also consisted of 35 cents stuck together with melted gum. Not our finest moment.

On to the climbing (I need to learn to be more concise in these entries!). We ended up meeting a local, Gary, at the trail head who gave us a great tour of Castlewood Canyon. After doing a few climbs with Gary, a meet up group also appeared; and soon there were about ten lines set up to climb.

After a long day of climbing, Aaron and I found a camp ground to crash at for the night. Setting up in the dark is never fun, nor is eating supper from a jam packed car at ten at night.