SZ in (a crappy, sketchy, sandy) hand crack at Second Meat Wall, Indian Creek. No fewer than three people, myself included, bailed off of this moderate. It was a cold morning and a weirdish route- there were face feet, which should make a splitter easier, but they were so sandy that the wall just exfoliated under your shoes and you felt like they could pop at any time. The sandy crack made the gear less trustworthy too. But mostly I think we just didn't have our heads in the game for the day yet.
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