A shower passes by across the valley, obscuring Caley from view.
Frankland's Green Crack. A route with history, steep, intimidating, green.
Layaway, smear, jam. Gear under the roof, step delicately right to a poor rest. Another shower, closer than before.
Layaway, smear, jam. A cam in the wide crack, tricky step up, look for the next jam, too wide, off, back to the poor rest.
The rain starts.
Step up, layaway, hidden hold!, keep going, jam to a good rest. More gear.
Overhanging, exposed, wet. Water runs off the small, useless, bridging holds. Deep breath, contortions, foot jam, made it.
Horizontal rain. Carmen climbs regardless, dry beneath the overhangs.
Time to go home.
Tags: rain
You could have come to the wall. Are we getting into verse now ?
The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella
But cheifly on the just because
The unjust steals the just's umbrella
we made to within 5 miles of the crag before the rain set in, sat and watched Carmen finish the route then headed for the wall ! Ho hum