It was dark out but the moon was glinting off the hood. A fully loaded truck rolled easily down the 395. The chatter of my conversation was not enough to keep the attention of my co-pilot. Some how he muttered answers to my questions and then fell back asleep. I kept on rambling.
The graveyard shift, driving late at night, is something I do enjoy. It strikes me as the best way to get the most of out life. Why stop when darkness takes over? Some things may be harder to accomplish, but I could deal with the lost of sleep. I was very excited to be in Bishop.
It wasn’t some pressing sort of desire or specific motivating climb. I was just psyched to be on the road, to be going climbing, to be able to hang out and have fun. Bishop is like a good book or favorite chair. It makes me feel comfortable and soothes the soul. I treasure the smells and day old donuts of Shatt’s Bakkery and the yummy chai at the Loony Bean. I quickly fall into the Bishop routine.
Recent snow on the east side presented us with a pretty white cap on Mount Tom and the surrounding giants. The weather was good for most of Thanksgiving week, with only a few drops of rain. We sampled all of the main areas and even spent time rope climbing in the Owens River Gorge.
Bouldering is a great way to socialize and I often run into friends while in Bishop. It was great to catch up with people from LA and San Diego and to check out new climbs that I had not been on. Overall a great trip with many fun people and another Turkey Day out in the wild.
Enjoy the photos!