Scene I. Triple Right, a dank forest dwelling swelling with black flies and mosquitoes.
[Enter King Matt, Lord Mark, Squire Jeff and sundry barons and such from New Jersey.]
King Matt: Use your feet! Push!
[Gym Rat Boulderer struggles, falters. Whimpering.]
King Matt: Do something!
[Gym Rat Boulderer falls.]
King Matt: How's that workin' fer ya??
Mark on a V4 called Captain Blowhard or something. It has surprisingly nice movement, and is even a little long. Atypical for the area. The top out is notorious for creating beached whales.
Here's King Matt leaping towards the downclimb. "Pretty Spry for an old guy," pronounceth the King. One of the young guns from NJR looks on in amazement as a flash of techwick old enough to be his father bounds overhead.
I sent some stuff, but don't know the grades. I think a V4/V5 by the initial warmup slab, then a V2/V3 on the arete with the spiffy undercling which I didn't use, and finally "Gillette" V6 over by Didactic Tactics and Captain Blowhard. All names and grades are open to change; all I know is that it's a long walk and you better bring gallons of DEET.
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