Every time I go to Indian Creek, I have a fantastic time. The weather is super conducive to climbing, the scenery is eye-numbingly beautiful, and the climbing is some of the best in the world. To jam into perfectly parallel cracks with nothing else for your hands or feet is such poetic climbing that nearly everywhere else seems a little sub par. I have been dreaming about getting out there since my last trip in the fall, and now that the weather has made a break for spring, I am back to my old obsession. I wish I could explain to my boss how much it means to me to be out there, but no one is going to understand my affinity for the creek.
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