She continued her interrogation. See, one of us gets in it for the night while the other hangs off these straps on the bottom. If it's a two night climb, we'd switch for the second night. She frowned at Jimmy over the rim of her glasses. Her faith in us appeared to be slipping.
Nobody sleeps up there.
There was a break in the traffic, so we dashed across the road, stumbled 15 feet to the base of the cliff and started the route. The sun had reached the valley an hour before and it was ripping hot. Sweat ran into my eyes in streams as I sat down to belay. Jim stripped down to shorts and Five-Tennies and started climbing. He had no chalk, and with hands so wet they were pruning, the 5.6 pitches were mildly challenging.