Beast Coast Bozoo Blowout 2.0

Trying to figure out the best way to say "Thanks liver, you got us through another one," is a little more difficult than it seems. When you see--at 9 p.m.--the sandwich you ate at noon floating in the toilet with what looks to be your soul, you know it's been a good day of bouldering. Not to mention the cloudless sky, leafless trees, whispering river, hawks soaring through the canyon, texture-out-the-ass sandstone, and alcoholic beverages-a-plenty. Oh, yeah, and some killer tunes. There might've only been three of us on Sunday, but we brought enough funk for six, maybe seven thousand. Trash was slung, boulders were scrubbed, beers were pounded, more trash was slung, then someone said, "Hey, let's take some photos." And it was good.

Thrutching up some dope blunt arete-ness : The Chub

Jay following suit . . .

. . . and Adam for the send.

Another of Adam on The Chub

Adam working the upper moves of a perfectly tall prow to trad-ish topout. So good!

Slappin' the slot

. . . from another angle.

Pulling up onto the slab

Reach, motherfucker!

Pointing at the sloper with all four fingers

Sloper: 1, Jay: 0

Hollywood pulling out of the cave and up onto the arete

As W reaches for the lip, Jay can't help but join in the fun

Hollywood discovering how deep the pornhole really goes . . .

Basking in the porn cave's central air conditioning

Yet another amazing slab

sussing out the middle moves

the suss continues

and the send rolls out like velvet

eyeballin' with heels

then givin' some right palm to right ass cheek

W squeezin' out all the goodness this arete has to offer

Knee-deep in the Rabbit Blog hole

this is called the 211 spot

That's it for the photo-log. There's enough here to keep your fingers sweaty til next Sunday. But there's more, oh yes, there's more. Video to come within the next two days. Dear readers and fellow climbers, did you really think we'd hold out on you? The Beast Coast is back in full-tilt-stumble-drunk action! More to come.

Joe