With one day left before catching a flight back to the States, Sam Stuckey and I decided to try and climb something in a weather window that was getting pushed further and further back. The night before at basecamp was grim. Drizzle, rain, everything was soaked and hope for rock climbing the next day was almost lost. But then we woke up to sunshine and bluebird skies, so the decision was easy: we were going up.
This is dedicated to John Boltey, who cameos in this story and who died by rockfall a day after I took these videos. I'll never forget getting in a water balloon fight with a bunch of 5 year olds in the streets of Chalten together. RIP my tree-loving friend.
