6 people, 6 pads, 1 Suburban
We recently returned from another trip out to Joe’s Valley. It’s almost impossible to not have a good time there. My first time there I had a broken knee, and I still loved it. Perfect sandstone, a seemingly endless number of boulders, and an amazing atmosphere. No wonder we keep going back.
This time the Maxes, Esten, Erica, Bob and I went to reunite with our long lost crew member Paul aka Kupcake. Although we might have to change his name to Kookie based on what was eaten during our trip. Paul has been meandering throughout climbing land and finally arrived in Joe’s almost a year later than planned. You can read about his adventures here. We also met up with ex Earth Treker Gabe and Paul’s friend David from his stint in Chattanooga.
But anyways, the most important team send of the trip was stashing 6 crashpads, all our gear, and 6 people into one Suburban without a roof rack. It was quite a feat.
The climbing part of the trip started out well (let’s just pretend we didn’t try to night climb after a very full day of traveling) with Paul crushing The Hulk (V9) and some sends of Frosted Flakes (V5). That day we also trekked up to Raiden (V6) and Dunkin Donuts (V10) and there were many sends on each.
And some of Paul’s video:
We then spent a couple days going back and forth between New Joe’s, the Big Joe area, and various other boulders including Kill by Numbers (V5) and Water Painting (V7). At New Joe’s we did Planet of the Apes (V7), Chips (V7), Contact (V5/6), Pocket Rocket (V7), Self Service (V4), and all of the super fun problems in The Closet area like Pimpin Jeans (V4) and Bad Genes (V3).
And that’s where the photos I have stop. I swear we were there for longer than 3 days. Well, most of us. Unfortunately we had to take Bob back to Salt Lake City on Wednesday so he could hop on a plane to go home. But there was still time when we got back for the Maxes to get Wills of Fire (V6), Erica to climb The Angler (V2) in the dark, and a bunch of people to lose skin on Feels Like Grit (V8).
Thursday we went out to Dairy Canyon, except that at first we went to the wrong canyon. Esten, General Max, and I had been to Dairy Canyon a couple years ago, but we totally failed at recognizing the correct turn off. So we wandered around most of the morning until we figured out that there were no boulders. When we finally found the magical place that is Dairy Canyon, we took full advantage. Shark Max made quick work of Stir the Pie (V9), the Maxes sent Rabbit Fur (V6), Erica sent Dime a Dozen (V4), and there were a bunch of sends on Vortex (V9) and Cowbell (V8). We finished the day with some more night climbing at the Big Joe cave on Big Joe (V7) and Nerve Extension (V10) and with some cheesecake for General Max’s birthday. Luckily, the only cake we could find at Food Ranch was a hit.
The last day we were all extremely tired but there was still some climbing on the Triangle Boulder uphill from our camp. Esten also completely ripped his hand open on Dyno Time (V5) – good thing that happened on the last day. After much lounging we headed over to Hooters (V9) but there were no end of the trip sends. Next time.
And in what may be a first for the pebble wrestling crew, we made it to the airport with 2 hours to spare. Everyone actually got up that morning and was coherent enough to pack up their stuff and go. Amazing. Although we still were not able to finish either of the crossword puzzles in the airplane magazine, even as a group. Oh well.
As per usual after an awesome trip, we’ve already discussed the obvious question: When are we going back? Hopefully the answer will be some time next year. But for now, time to train for Hueco!