It was a tiring, but good weekend. Saturday we climbed at North Table Mountain, outside Golden, for the first time ever. It was okay. The routes were mostly pretty short, and there were definitely a lot of people around. However, there were a few longer routes, and everything we climbed was really fun. I took one little fall. I think I'd go back during winter, but will probably skip the spot for the rest of spring and summer. Oh, and I forgot to mention the view—Coors Brewery. Yeah, I think I'll skip that spot for a little while.
We capped the day off with a drive to Denver to go see
Great American Taxi, getting home around 1am after a monumental 45-minute ride with the hiccups (too much red stripe). Jacob works with the keyboardist''s girlfriend, and we had been talking about going to one of their shows for a while. It was a jam band. I think their website describes them as "nothing short of pure American bliss," and I remember being told they wanted to stay away from the jam band categorization, opting instead for the Americana category, and they did have a gospel group on stage, but no, it was a jam band. But what the heck? There's nothing wrong with jam bands. They jam. You gotta respect that.
Sunday we drove up Magnolia road to Gross Reservoir, walked in the sun for an hour or so, detoured to
Backcountry Pizza, where my perfect slice of pineapple-jalapeno was devastated by some asshole who unscrewed the top of the red pepper (I ate it anyway, as the New Year's resolution was to go with the flow, but I complained a lot and made a show of turning down one of Jacob's jalapeno-pepperoni slices). On the way back down the Canyon we stopped at Nip/Tuck and bouldered (not powerfully) for an hour or so as the sun went down.
This morning, tired and sore, I'm pretty impressed by our tenacity after some months of serious not getting out.
