Shelf Road, that is.

In 36 years of climbing, I don't ever recall scaling limestone. I probably did somewhere, but at my age I don't recall things too well. That's why I'm writing this trip report, so I can remember the trip in the future, like, say, after lunch.

I was talked into going by my daughter Meaghan, who lives in Denver. I taught her from an early age how to climb, and so I know I can trust her. The kid is solid.

As for me, I hadn't climbed in weeks. I moved to Colorado to be close to great climbing , but between biblical floods, closed roads, trying to establish my business, family obligations, and life in general I haven't gotten out as much as I had hoped. I really need to find additional partners in my new home town.

OK, enough of me whining.

We arrived to see the line of cliffs spreading for miles.
Yours truly on the road in. I'm giddy with excitement! Really.

Meg lacing up her shoes, but I got mine on first and took the first lead.

We pulled the rope and she jumped on next.

The next routes were crimpy and balancy, with a little pumpy thrown in for good measure.

Hanging out with my kiddo, what could be better?

That girl really needs to wash her rope.

For the end of December it sure was warm. Or can elderly men experience hot flashes? Whatever.

It got cold fast when the sun went down, which was our cue to head to town for a hot meal.

We woke up early the next morning and walked into Cactus Cliff just as the sun was starting to hit it.

My belayer positioned herself in the warmth of the sun's rays.

I took the first lap on a 5.7 bolted crack. When in Rome, and all that.

Now that's a view that most people will never see.

Meaghan pulled the rope and took her turn.

Wave for the picture!

The next route was a fun mid-range .10, but a bit cool in the shade.

Meg styled the low, reachy crux.

Fun moves up high.

We finished up right around noon with a beautiful .10 b/c. 11 bolts, and impeccable movement. Always end on a high note!