Send Turkey!

"Hey Melissa, It's Nick. So I decided to call you this morning and give you another chance to come climbing outside with us today. You know, I wouldn't be a good person if I didn't call....today it is PERFECT CLIMBING WEATHER!! Seventy degrees and not a cloud in the sky... You wouldn't be a real climber if you turned down this day; so what do ya say?"

....That was how I was woken up on Sunday, August 15th. The night before, Nick had called me to ask if I wanted to go to Farley. I wasn't feeling my best, I had worked everyday up to then and was just flat out exhausted. I was still a little unsure about going when he called me...until I walked outside. It was like God had sucked all of the grease and mank from the rock and left it with friction and a hint of love. The sun was shining, but there was a cool breeze leaving it surprisingly cold for a summers day. Seventy degrees. The perfect climbing weather. The only reasons someone would say no to Farley on a day like this is...


a) They are unconscious
b) They are an overweight xbox 360 geek who will die if their skin hits the sun
c) They are in labor

So lets cut to the chase. I went to Farley. It was amazing.
I sent a 5.12a (name unknown) on my second go (my first go could be considered as my warm up along with the hike). Then I got on a rad 5.12c. I also got the chance to take some shots of my friends on the 12a. Overall, it was a great day.

5.12c. On Sunday Cam, Steve, and I left it unfinished. Thursday, we went back to take care of our unfinished business. At first we were all psyched and ready for the send. After a couple of go's our psyche started to fade.
"Eh, today just isn't the day", Said Steve.
"That move is beginning to make my wrist hurt", Cam whined.

......bunch of pansy's.

They're complaining re-vamped my psych to send, so I got up and sent the damn thing. When I got up there I was yelling like I was Chris Sharma when he sent Jumbo Love. For one, it was my first 5.12c ever. Also, the look on the guys faces were priceless. They were just standing below me with huge gaping mouths. After I was lowered the fun continued.

"Dammit, if Melissa sent this, we gotta send this!" ....Typical guy statement.

So I belayed Cam...one last time. He sent it. Two sends in a row, the pressure is on Steve. But Steve didn't hesitate as he hopped on the send train!

So Steve, Cam, and I all sent the 12c. The three of us made a send turkey!! (The word turkey comes from the bowling term of getting three strikes in a row). From now on when the three of us climb, we are called TT. TT is short for Team Turkey!



Cam on the 5.12a


Steve on the 5.12a