It was a beautiful day on the cliffs. We were climbing in the sun in t-shirts most of the day.
I had my ass soundly spanked by Apoplexy that afternoon (only because some French Canadians stepped in to the 8 feet between us and the cliffs below Horseman and started flaking out their ropes as we were trying to decide if one of my partners wanted to lead it, and we didn't care enough to call them on their total rudeness) (I bailed at the roof after whipping twice and accidentally cursing up a storm not realizing the kids on the road below and ducked off to the right and took the ropes up the chimney to the top of the cliff) and one of my partners did his first trad lead on Bunny (how appropriate for Easter!). He did have a brand new shiny rack, but he didn't do anything gumbyish