After a series of delays: trying to warm up in the chill
morning, feeding cats, and getting a flat tire, Isabel, Ian and I set off for a
partial day of climbing in the Poudre Canyon.
It was our first time at “The Palace”, a rock formation on the north
side of the river that indeed resembles the turrets and towers of a castle. We got in a few climbs each and I experimented
with my new camera. When the sun was
shining on us, the weather was perfect, but it got a little chilly as the sun
set, mostly causing a problem with the fingers as I climbed. It is difficult to climb with numb
fingers. Tango acquired some war paint
and we left to a fantastic sunset and crossed the river again for the drive
down the canyon.
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