perhaps the best way to preface a synopsis of last week would be to quote herman hesse in demian.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

somehow, years after we’d all graduated, we traveled more than 2,200 miles to meet in the middle of kentucky. and somehow it felt like home.. for a time.

(for a slideshow or to download the pictures, go here)

thursday: i picked kathrine up outside morehead in the morning. by morning, i mean 3am. we drove for an hour and made plans to get an early start on the day. four hours later we were up and off to cracker barrel to down eggs and toast. given that it was snowing when we woke, we weren’t too anxious to get the earlier of starts on the day.

despite the fact that the temperature couldn’t have topped the low forties and that we hardly saw the sun all day, we stayed relatively warm. solar collector worked out alright for the first half of the day and we got in two climbs while there: super pinch and green horn. johnny jumped on black gold.. actually he got on it three times with about ten minutes or so in between goes. pretty damn good, especially since he was a move or two away from bagging it on his third run. as a note, we’d have pictures of all this but kathrine’s camera didn’t have a memory card.. who takes the memory card out of the camera and doesn’t put it back?

so, with the sun drifting behind the cliff and nothing left that we really wanted to jump on, kathrine and i headed to roadside and jumped on crazyfingers and awol before the end of the day. we walked out in the dark. johnny had run off to get some wine in campton.

when we got to miguel’s, the sun was gone and everyone was settled in for dinner. it’s pretty fair to say that kathrine was psyched about the setup: miguel’s was decked out in candles and pine and everything felt warm and homey. dinner didn’t disappoint either: a full plate of mashed sweet potatoes, turkey breast, cranberry sauce, garlic toast (..i’m forgetting something else) and a slice of either sweet potato pie or apple pie for five bucks. we grabbed our place and went to the basement, stuffed our faces, drank our wine, and generally enjoyed the climbers’ family dinner.

around 9:30pm, we headed off to the cabin and, after some finangling, we got the fireplace going. with three bottles of wine gone between three of us, the warmth of the fire, and the four hours of sleep the night before, i promptly passed out on the floor.

friday: we actually did get up early but again took it slow since the air didn’t break forty until around noon. we hung out at the shell for a while with johnny until we’d avoided the weather for long enough and headed to phantasia and he headed home to oxford. that it was snowing was not lost on us.

before we even touched the rock we started with the hand warmers. they would help some but, in the end, the rock was just too cold in the shade and numbness took hold by the afternoon. by then, though, we’d already done creature feature, creep show, count floyd show, and pogue ethics, the last by far being the coldest.

being as hardcore as we are, though, we thumbed our noses to the 4:30pm sun and headed to eastern sky bridge ridge to get on super dario. on the way to the trailhead, the two guys who were leaving looked at us quizickly and asked, “you headed up?”

“of course! it’s not over yet,” i said. later we’d both confess that, at the point, we were both seriously considering turning around and jumping back in the warm car and melting back into the heated seats. we didn’t, though, and super dario, as always, was more than worth it.. despite the snow that started up again 😉

we grabbed a pizza from miguel’s, stuffed our faces again, and topped it off with some more pie. yasi was there, too, and we sat around slightly comatose before we hobbled out to johnny’s place. when we got there, we couldn’t help but be creeped out: here was a white house in the middle of nowhere with no heat or running water, half finished carpentry, freshly painted walls, and the lingered stench and mess of alcohol and climbing bums. before we could really settle in, though, we wanted to check out the climbers’ hostel and try to get the story on this place. we walked down the hill to true north and talked a bit with dana. as pleasant as that was, we were fading fast so the three of us, kathrine, yasi, and myself, packed into johnny’s room to try to trap as much heat as we could.

saturday: we were all excited for what was supposed to be the warmest day yet. as the rest of the week had worked out, though, we were in for disappointment. clouds kept the sun away almost all day, so the normally warm drive-by crag was chilly at best so we busted out two sets of hand-warmers. before we headed off to a new crag, we’d finished up whip stocking, make a wish, and breakfast burrito.

whitney showed up later and john did, too, but without any gear since it was locked away in my car. if you look closely at some of the pictures, you’ll see he’s wearing my shoes and harness, marked by the unpredictable and almost unmanageable “hippie” chalkbag. those two jumped on kaleidescope while we watched and froze slightly.

we head to sore heel from there and i finally got to put kathrine on something a little more technical. unfortunately, there was a good reason for having avoided it the other days: her ankle was still recovering from pretty serious strain. in fact, it was eight weeks later and i could still see the swelling. each day it seemed to get harder and harder for her and, by the end of kentucky flu, she was ready to call it a trip. the vertical stuff was just a little too much for the ankle to bear. still, though, i was happy she was able to check it out. the other routes will have to wait for next year and a stronger ankle.

by now it was nightfall and we rounded up the troops to head to tomo for sushi and mellow mushroom for a pitcher. with kathrine’s ride heading out at 7am, we had to wrap it up a little early and we all crashed out pretty hard.

sunday: not much to be said, really, other than kathrine and i got a good chance to talk for a while until her ride showed up at 8am. yasi took off for home, scared away by the cold, and whitney and i debated climbing or not until about noon when we headed back to drive-by where it was surprisingly warm. i don’t think kathrine got home until 10pm or so.. another 14 hours in the car. i’m not jealous 😉

there are gaps.. mostly because i have a terrible memory.. so please fill them as best you can. to all, it was great and much needed. plan on next year, same time, same place, same home.