This weekend I (Nate) took a break from Driggs and cruised to the City of Rocks with Phil and Jess. Phil is the issue room manager at NOLS. His wifer, Jess, works for Mountain Khakis in Jackson. Their two dogs don't work much, but if they had to, I'm sure they'd do a good job.
On Friday night we ate hot dogs at Grumpy's Goathouse in Victor. The interior of the goathouse is covered with half-naked women; well-read playboy magazines fill the shelves. Red neck weirdos come in with their sons and talk about how the price of gas is going to skyrocket if Obama is elected. Weird scene.
But the City was pretty sick! We climbed a few routes on Saturday; Thin Slice (.10a), Just Another Pretty Face (.10d), Retail (.11a), and Rye Crisp (.8). Phil had a little single pitch epic on a burly .10d that was loose, messed up, burly, and horrible. It was cold. 
After beers and meat on Saturday night, we climbed Sabbatical (.10c), an .11b left of Sabbatical, and a .10b on Parking Lot Rock. We ran into one of the most classic hicks of all time in the inner city--this gap-toothed, cope chewin, bud-drinkin', airborne veteran who carried two buck knives on his belt. He said he could identify climbers a mile away because they have canoes on top of their cars and bloody shins.
It was fun climbing with Phil and Jess. They're both great folks, even if they are from the South. They like dogs and climbing and beer and hanging out, which is cool, cuz those things are good things to like.
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