Close...

But no cigar.

Today Clinton and I hauled our asses out to Oorlogs. It was awesome. The wall was in blinding sunlight until 1 pm, which meant we were trying to redpoint our routes with our eyes closed. Not the best tactical decision.

Climbing with Clinton was as inspiring as ever. On one go he botched a foot placement low down. I would have given up at that point, had it been me. Clinton is almost entirely unlike that. He thrashed and fought, never once thinking about saying take and almost redointed the route.

Sitting at the base of lines between redpoint attempts, and looking up the wall made me realise that there are two astoundingly good lines. It's a pity that there are only two of them on the wall.

At the end of the day it turned out that we shall both have to go back. I had 3 redpoint attempts and got close but no cigar. It was more or less the same for Clinton on his route. I had a 4th go on tope rope but by then everything hurt  - wrists and finger joints especially.

Sunday it's Oudtshoorn for a change of venue. I hope to come back in good shape to give my line a really good try in the week after that.