A Great Decision

Some choices are very easy to make. I guess being easy to make means that they're not really choices at all, but logical courses of action. And so it happened, around 9:30 on a Wednesday night, me sitting, palms damp, biting my lip in between sends of pure and endless blocks, that I became very anxious and terribly upset. The problem (and normally this phrase would constitute heresy) was that I was drinking a beer, sitting in a nice, padded chair, and that the blocks being climbed were in Turkey, and finally that I was not climbing them. I was sitting as I said, in the Loft, watching the Tucson presentation of the Stone Alliance Film Tour, along with a healthy sample of the Tucson climbing community. With adrenaline and frustration mounting, the last film ended, leaving many of us with the kind of determination and gumption that simply can not be wasted. The logical course of action in this situation, in case you were wondering: Night Bouldering.

After first dispersing to gather gear (headlamps, beer, full-fledged film lighting kits, etc.) around 10 of us set out westward from the marmalade glow of the town, and headed over the Tucson Mountains, utterly determined to squeeze a few minutes of glory out of the night. Instead, we were flooded with the kind of glory normally reserved for fearless warriors...





Sorry about the ass shot Stefanie, but the spandex had to be shown.












After about four hours or so of climbing, our clocks struck 3:30 am, and our stomachs confirmed what our bodies had been screaming and our minds had been ignoring; we were hungry. And thus a second great and easy decision was made to go to the Taco Shop and eat burritos. The sky had turned blue above the crest of Mt. Lemmon by the time any of us were remotely close to our beds.