Epic thunder storms spin from inside the continent unleash a wicked amount of rain that evaporates within an hour.
... Water, no water;
The cars will drive regardless.
Was it always so?
Meanwhile, the rocks slumber. I visited them once and looked like this.
... it was not raining
There is one area outwith the trees. Here, the humid air can breathe, likewise the boulderer. I took photos on a 10 second timer with my smart phone, thus:
... looks pretty good, eh?
The heat relented for one day and the bouldering was bliss. It's hot again.
... the 45 board went up
Inside my buddy's barn, we spent our Trump Bucks to build a climbing wall. Richard Thompson said, Red holds and pine plywood, my favourite colour scheme. It's madly humid too, though there is a beautiful, necessary lake to swim for immediate relief.
Perhaps the night will suit me?
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