here and there.
Our time in Index, Washington is coming to an end. We came, we grabbed face holds around the cracks, and now we’re leaving.
A memorable note from Tantric Bazooka:
After baby girl hung a top rope for me, I anxiously scampered to the roof. I was super excited to see if the illusive morpho reach was indeed 12+ for shorties.
The bottom of Sagittarius went by in a blur, the stretch of my top rope building the fear in my heart. Overcoming the pressure and emotion, I continued - blacking out through the choss fingers layback and finally reaching the roof.
I reached, and at 5 feet 5 inches and 3/4 of an inch, it was no surprise I couldn't reach!!! But it felt close enough to jump! My heart pounded. How does one jump out of an undercling!? I made a prayer to an ant that was crawling across the rock just 2 centimeters from my nose, and jumped! My right hand stretched out while I bravely let go with my left hand.
I know the Olympics are coming very soon, and I felt Janja's spirit pulsing through my veins. To my delight, my right hand latched the crack while my left hand simultaneously cobra snatched the lip of the roof - like holding a plate of pasta. I'd successfully executed a double clutch through the morpho reach.
Upon reaching the end of my free snake (top rope), I lowered back to the roof to repeat the sequence - I had to make sure it wasn't a fluke or a top rope dab. With a little more confidence this time I reared up for the move. Right foot high on the nob, left foot pasted on the far right on the blank slab below the roof. Again to my surprise and delight it felt even easier- but just as cool the second time. I looked again at my ant friend who had climbed cautiously through the sequence without a dyno or reach. A small nod of appreciation. If he can do it, I can do it. And if I can do it, so can you.