The "Super Sloper"
I just got home a few hours ago. I was able to climb yesterday, albeit not as hard as I would have liked to. Anyway, I was able to climb some of the classics on my list so all was not lost. Nonetheless, I was sad and somewhat reluctant to leave but aside from my physical woes I have some business that requires my attention here at home.
The drive home was more or less uneventful with two small exceptions. The first was the sighting of a condor flying over my car in the middle of the Utah desert. The second was a quick stop at the "Shoe Tree" for lunch and brief break for some entertainment. For those of you unfamiliar with the Shoe Tree, it is a large cottonwood that grows out of a drainage alongside highway 50. It grows in the middle of nowhere, about 30 miles in every direction from any town whatsoever. This tree, for no obvious reason, has been decorated like a demented shoe salesman's Christmas tree. From nearly every branch hangs at least one pair of shoes. From loafers, to ballet slippers, to roller skates, and Chuck Taylors, just about anything with laces hangs from the Shoe Tree.
I stopped at the Tree to make a sandwich and a deposit. Yesterday I wore a hole into the sole of my Muiras so I thought I'd contribute to this surreal communal art piece.