We were still battling the major clusters of multiple haul lines, tangles and endless knots at the belays. Upon reaching the bivy, I decided not to repeat the performance I gave the previous night opting for an early sleep. Morning again, the same old life, eat, drink, pee, climb, sleep ad nauseam. Life on the wall is simple life. I finally had my shot at something approaching aesthetic bliss as I launched into the first lead of the day.
Thin heads lead to a perfect lost arrow crack singular in size for entire pitch.
More importantly, a small stance awaited me with breathless lust. Cold, content, and still half asleep, I watched Brutus attack the next lead. The best part of this climb was the company. Soon Amanda had reached my stance and we passed the time making fun of Brutus, of each other, of the world at large. This was not a team for someone with a poor self esteem to join.