Ok, I'm bored with all the 2nd-guessing and arm-chair quarterbacking going on in the "Cliffhanger II - The Gunks" thread. What'd ya'll do over the holiday weekend?

I climbed 3 of 4 days and went for my longest road bike ride so far this year. I wriggled up a 5.8 at Peterskill that sent me home last year with my tail between my legs, and scored my first booty nut. Oh, and I bought a new rope at the R&S sale.

Who's next?

Kathy

Nothing really, but I did just pick up a shiny new knife today

I was at the Gunks Fri-Sun climbing. Scariest moment: running out High Corner. Didn't have much of a rack and wasn't thinking and ended up running it out from below the chockstone to the little roof. Another party was rapping down to the right and the leader laughed at me. I was sort of proud, but then again I figured it to be a stupid move. Fun though.
My partner Alan put up some 5.7s. The scariest one of those was Miss Bailey. I think MB is technically a 5.6, but it felt a little more difficult. We both agreed it wasn't a good first climb of the day. The first and second pitches were sketchy seeing as though neither of us had ever done a chimney and both of us had a bit of a Busch hangover. The third pitch was magnificent though. The guide book spells it pretty well.
We had some awesome breakfast at the Main Street Bistro (my first time, his umpteenth). Great hangover food - and cheap. Sunday night we had some Gilded Otter to top off the weekend. Also good. We also managed some hit up Bacchus a couple times. Kasteel Brown and an awesome reggae band (can't remember their name, but I got a sweet shout out for having on my Thundercats shirt).
I dropped a ton of cash at R&S - sweet sale!

Chris

"Nothing really, but I did just pick up a shiny new knife today."

Stay away from my new rope!

Spent 4 days mountain biking in George Washington NF. Put close to 100 miles on the bike.

Too much hiking and driving this weekend, but we did manage to get up Monadnock on Monday in about half the time the ranger said it should take. (In Lisa's case, after running an ultramarathon the previous day...) Sometime this year I have to actually go climbing again. So far this season I've only done one and a half route outdoors: Columbia (sorta, followed a leader who went left) and the first little bit of Gory Thumb--got rained off, need a rematch.

Ran

avoided accidents on high e on saturday, hung out with wife and friends in the city on Sunday/Monday. And drank beer.

Shivered on the couch with the flu (or maybe Lyme Disease).

Annual trip to Acadia. Did some *superb* climbing at Precipice, the highlight of which was keeping it together for the onsight of a stiff 10a called Fear of Flying as the skies opened up and poured on me.

Wasn't the scariest moment of the trip, though. That moment would have to be asking my fiancee's parents (they live just off the island) for their daughter's hand in marriage. Went pretty well, all things considered. And Allison's mom adores the ring, so that helps.

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