From last weekend's excursion to Birdsboro. Top, my usual climbing partner on a 5.9. Below, a new acquaintance on a 5.10. Or maybe 11? I can't remember.
This was my first trip to Birdsboro, a disused section of a still-active quarry about an hour from Philly. It had a nice range of climbs for scrubs like me (5.9s), and a big-boy wall (5.10+ to, I think, 5.14). My second time climbing outside, my first time leading outside, and all in all, a very relaxed, enjoyable day in perfect pre-fall weather. The nicest thing about climbing outside? My hands didn't seem to get as sweaty- maybe cause of all of that naturally occurring chalk ("dirt"). I was, however, much more conscious of taking a fall on lead- those rocks are shaaaarp!
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