Tim Murphy made it to the lake. Today we headed to McKenzie Pond to scramble on some boulders. The holds were exceptionally sharp and all were missing quite a bit of skin by the end of the day. Overall, a great success.
Originally a photo-a-day project, then to document my travels, now to document building my tiny house
Saturday, August 29, 2015
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