Another random mid week day off meant another day looking for some adventure. One of the best local places to look is at the toe of Salt Lake Valley (not sure why it's the toe, but in my mind the head would be the hills above the avenues). Follow the "Point of the Mountain" up the mountain and at the top you'll find an alpine wonderland.
A nice morning stroll deposited us at the nicest crag in the Wasatch.
On the agenda for the day was the classic, Triple Overhangs and a second route yet to be determined. We entertained thoughts of linking up routes on the main Summit Wall, the South Summit, and Question Mark Wall but date night was penciled in long before my calender opened up to go climbing.
Jumping on Triple O's, I magnanimously gave JD the plum pitches since I'd led them before with little brother Sam. Here's JD getting started.
JD sinking #2 cams and hand jams.
The best pitch in the Wasatch? JD posing. Poser.
Next up for the day:
The Lowe Route is a thing of beauty, that while visible from the valley floor, remains elusive to some (for those unaware of recent events, JD, Mike D, and Viking Lars tried to find the cirque to climb the Lowe Route, but ended up in Bell's Canyon and traversed over to Big Willow, and eventually found themselves dumbfounded in Sandy...Retards).
Goodbye to the cirque. Tons of climbing up there left for another day.
Looking back to Box Elder Peak, scene of one of my first and most terrifying ski descents.
Perfect weather, not another soul to be seen, and home by 7 to be a really lousy tired date. Not a bad day.