I have been trying to get my hands and forearms back in shape recently. Memories of The Yellow Spur on Redgarden Wall, I suppose…
I’m a pig compared to 35 years ago, but it’s still fun and I’m quite thankful I can still get out and do something on the rock.
Yesterday I popped over to a place we used to go for some quiet “buildering” (bouldering on buildings) to see if it still existed. It does. And the fresh chalk marks were proof that it is still being used, although I’m not sure of the official policy on the activity there.
It doesn’t take long to burn out your muscles on the sandstone–just a traverse or two back and forth (or much less, as is my case currently). It’s a great workout in a very secluded, but easy to access, area.
It’s location? I’m mum on that. If you are a climber or long-time local, you may recognize the location based on these images…I’ll just say it is in the heart of Boulder.
(If you go there, by the way, pick up some trash. The wind and inconsiderate partiers sometimes deposit extraneous debris in this hole-like locale.)
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