Silas in the Ritz REI.
TP setting up camp.
Silas and TP in the morning.
Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area is off in the distance on the right.
Silas and JF at the base of Ultraman.
TP at the base of Ultraman.
Yours truly, also at Ultraman.
Bruce is my hero (?)
The classic ambiguously gay buddy climbing picture.
JF was our rope gun. Silas about to climb Ultraman on top rope.
Ultra-slab, no hands allowed on this pitch.
I think that's the Pyramid and Rainbow wall on the right.
Scrambling around.
Desert bride?
TP leads 911 on the Rescue Wall. 5.11d (?)
View out of the Rescue Wall drainage gulch.
JF finished 911.
JF hits the crux on 911.
Bruce and JF slept outside our tent in the 40 mph winds.
Morning.
Morning at Red Rock Rendezvous.
Anchor clinic with Peter Croft.
Peter Croft!
Storm blowing in. Rained us out and flattened half of these tents with 70 mph gusts.
Yet JF braved the threat of weather.
Rained off the rock, so we headed to the Strip.
Silas and TP in front of Bellagio.
I really hate Vegas. Really.
This was depressing. These two lions could have totally eaten the two trainers who were standing around in the lame lion paddock.
Yeah, I ran into my dad at the airport on the way home.
