Bittersweet-like

Sean and I wake up at 7. It's sharp. 7, that is. We pack up the tent quick-like. Sean runs into Wal-Mart's bathroom to charge the kamera battery stealth-like. We hit the short road to Rumney. Sean makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the car careful-like. We eat them hungry-like and pull into the second parking lot for climbing. We snatch our gear angry-like and with only the rope bag (not the huge pack) this time, we practically run the mile uphill! Legs burning acid-like, we rope up and climb the super-fun 5.10 we both know and like buddy-like.


I lead and leave the last sweet picture pan' of the trip for Sean. See him at the top? Sean cleans the anchors and rappels down. We're moving all efficient-like and run the mile downhill back to the car. Mixed playlist carries us back to Boston. We dodge the police traps, rabbit-like.
Back in Boston, who knows what'll happen. Erica "wildpebblesloth" Griffith has strep throat. Her mom has a birthday: Happy birthday! So it looks like no friends in Boston. Tomorrow morning, I will leave Boston early for NYC. I wish it was actually shaped like a big apple. Or there were gigantic apples that weren't apples but structures that you could climb to the stem of and oversee the entire city. I think the judicial board of NYC's building and operations should find the construction of such an apple a priority for the sake of the city's integrity, no?

Anyhow, there will be much going on in my one day in NYC and surely a lot tonight in Boston! Of course, this time is bittersweet-like. But I like it!

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