Choppie wrote:7. miss giant death block with head.
His biggest mistake.
Choppie wrote:7. miss giant death block with head.
elblat wrote:Choppie wrote:7. miss giant death block with head.
His biggest mistake.
JakeDatc wrote:Since we don't have a "video that should make this guy quit climbing" thread..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwg8peo9hok
niceporch wrote:Anyone who doesn't wear socks at Breakneck gets laughed out of the crag.
Breakneck Rocks is a small outcropping of gritstone in the shadow of the Chestnut Ridge in southwestern Pennsylvania. The main cliff hosts a handful of easy to moderate sport routes ranging in height from 50 to 80 ft. The sport climbing is typical of the region -- vertical faces that are technical, balancy, and reachy. You can see many a noob pianoing their fingers desperately toward distant peanut crimps. The bouldering is a different story. Below the cliffline rests mossy house-sized boulders in a talus field. Every line looks futuristic. The landings are horrendous razor-edged rocks. The long slab topouts are covered in centuries of moss. The lines are blocky, pocked, angular, epic, steep, tall, and perfect. It would require a full season of top-rope cleaning and mondo-stacking to develop it properly. What little has been developed is scary, powerful, and precise. But down in the valley an evil hangs in the air like thick grey fog. It reminds me of Deliverance or that episode of X-files where those rednecks fuck their mom who lives under the bed. It's a mobile home cracked in half with the insulation sticking out. It's an old washing machine in the mud. Shady rednecks give you the eye. Babies smoking cigarettes. That's Breakneck Rocks. A world apart. When I bouldered there, no lie, I packed a machete. Bitches don't even know.
One time, I stepped in human poop there in my sandals. Then I realized, THIS IS WHY YOU ALWAYS WEAR SOCKS AT BREAKNECK ROCKS.
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