notes on San Diego rock climbing

How many times did we get sh#t faced drunk
and stoned out of our minds up there?

It went on for years. Before the climbs during the climbs after the climbs and
quite often too much beer camping out at night. I am sure the birds or the lizards
or whatever found my "burrito barf" in the bushes a rare treat. Holy sh*t.

If you took all the weed we burned up there from '75 to '85 you would probably
be looking at about three huge bails sitting in front of you.

This had an inverse effect that "stimulated" the climbing. When we
got too fukked up to climb, we grabbed our machetes, headed off into the
thicket, went exploring and found cool new places to do more bong loads
and cool new climbs, all over the place.

Once we were so trashed driving back to IB, I thought my truck was stalling out
for real - sh*t! Right in traffic about to hook a left up a freeway onramp. In a
panic I said aloud "there's something wrong". Dave glanced over, knowing smile,
message recieved, I pushed down on the gas pedal, the truck was fine.

True story.

Homegrown "grass", mexi, lumbo, thai stick, infinite variations of homegrown
green bud, anything we could get our hands on. And, the devastating uber-
lord of all, Humbolt; there was no fukking question about that. Dave had a
tree house and grew some green. He also had a pit in his backyard covered
with window panes for a hot house. Dave's weed was way better than mexi;
sometimes we'd break open an LB and find an old tennis shoe or other
"artifact" in it, not to mention all the stems.

We'd read how grit climbers often belayed at each available good spot, that
was good news, we could stop, hang out, and pull more tubes. The FA of the
Fang is a classic example. We needed to cut away some brush in order to have
a neat new spot to hang and rip some loads. Dave led the thing wearing a red
Wildy Klettersac (donini, now you know). Inside was his "unit", weed, and water
carried in a glass mason jar - how the hell did he do that? It never broke! At
the belay between the pinnacle and the main block, we consumed more
marijuana, prepping for the challenge of smooth white granite soaring above:
maybe 30' of actual climbing. :-)

Oh, we adapted to the "environment" alright. Strong steady onshores flowing
inland provided us with what can best be described as "god's own air
conditioning". Hard to light a match - Bics hadn't come on the scene yet.
So, having read Basic and Advanced Rockcraft by Royal Robbins, we used
our hard-wired "adapability" skills once again and developed our own
techniques to suit the specific demands of the situation. Magifying glasses
became a standard part of our kit and, the "Magnafry" was born - let the
wind blow, we lit our bongs with the Sun! Good god.

Contractor, there is no such thing a Thai Stick lol, a BS made up sales gimmick here in good ole, USA.