one bit of wood to another bit of wood, but that really hasn't anything to do with climbing...Perhaps John Sherman predated the act of updating 8a.nu by actually nailing his ascents to a board at Hueco... Meanwhile, before the sun turned us both to glistening, bubbling red smears in the grass, Carmilla sent yet another Froggatt V6, the PREVIOUSLY UNNAMED Crow on a Skull, after a brutal warm-up consisting of crimping the crap out of the problem. And I managed to yelp and tremble and pump my way up Direct Threat, for which I'm profoundly thankful, because it played havoc with my left wrist. I hadn't been on this route for almost a year, and back then it was even hotter than it was yesterday. I had a very inefficient and low-percentage sequence for the upper section that just wasn't working, so last week, in the cold, I roped up again and re-worked my beta into a more user-friendly method. It still revolved around one greasy slimper and a quick snatch for a bad two-finger pocket, but it was good enough. This week I tried it from the ground, fell once fumbling the last tricksy move, and did it on the second attempt. It highlighted the fact that I might need to work on some stamina, as by the anchors I was pumped, and the route's only three feet tall! Also, I'm picking that it was Jamie Baron who excavated fifteen cubic tonnes of dirt and grass from the top