Robbers' Roost.

Yesterday John and I visited Robbers' Roost at Mt. Charleston. It was John's first time there. We had the entire crag to ourselves. Almost. A relatively constant stream of day trippers with their children caused no little amusement. One fat kid wearing a t-shirt the size of a bed sheet offered to climb into a small cave for $5. His mother said, "I'll give you $30 if you do it!" implying he couldn't because he was too fat. Then there was the 8 year old with a 50 year old he addressed as "Steven". He kept saying "Steven" this and "Steven" that and we thought he was yelling to his little brother or something; nope. He had no little companion- he was addressing his father/uncle/friend? But then John thought, "Why not? Why can't 50 year old men be friends with 8 year old boys?" I agreed, but a puritanical and by logical extension a perverted and paranoid society would disapprove. This was followed by the father who lit up a joint once his kids were busy scrambling on rocks. All in all, a pretty fine day. Below is a photo of some route that I guess was around 5.10. I can't seem to match the routes here to any topo or guidebook. It's one of my weakest climbing skills. The book could describe the route hold by hold, and I still wouldn't be able to identify it.
Below John demonstrates his magical no-hands belay technique. On the drive up, John ate 4 fried chicken wings purchased from Albertson's supermarket for $3.49 and tossed the bones out the window at various picturesque intervals on Route 157, to no small delight. This is completely irrelevant to anything; but I felt that the event merited recording.
Below, King John the Mohawk King holds court at Osaka Japanese restaurant. He won a $25 wager with Pilar that the caucasian american waitress spoke Japanese, by the way she corrected my abysmal pronunciation of nigiri sushi pieces. Turns out the waitress lived in Japan for a year.