Climbing in the high desert of Oregon.
My air conditioning has been broken for about three years. So, about a month ago I took my Subaru in for a tune-up. I looked at the mechanic, and stated that although no one in Seattle actually needs A/C, I would be heading out on a few climbing trips to the desert. I pleaded kindly that the unit be in perfect shape. The cold air never came, but we embarked on our trip with windows down and giddy enthusiasm for a place that would leave us utterly twitterpated with welded tuff and basalt.
Many thanks to Phong Duong and Arie Voorman who set the routes, to Kara McKay for her awesome attitude and Charlie for sloppy kisses.
