We began at the crack of noon, a boulderer's modus operandi, with a romp uphill to the Black Mountain fire lookout. The amigos proceeded to put in a hard hour or so on 8th Dimension (V8), a stout climb involving a full-span stretch around a corner to a small crimp, before a bump to a sun-baked sloper and on upwards to a proper crease. From this point the top out turns right, bringing into play a not-so-welcoming adjacent boulder. Luckily Mike kept his head game and ankles intact (photo sequence can be seen below).
With a couple well-earned flappers and pink-circled tips to show for our efforts, we turned towards a more casual enjoyment of our time out of the city. We came into close contact with funny red not-plants-not-animals-not-fungus organisms, repeated classics such as The Wave (V2) pictured above, and enjoyed car-temperature bubbly beverages.
The drive back to San Diego brought us through Idyllwild, where we took fried food and cold drink at the Lumber Mill. We were gifted shots of whiskey by a waitress of fifty-something named Manny who seemed particularly susceptible to the charming nature of a climber (namely, those of us with pony-tail buns). We departed shortly after Manny rescued Casey's crotch from a devil bug by urging him to flick it; and flick it he did. And happy she was.