Having survived the Trans-Atlantic flight, with a kid screaming as loud as I have ever heard one scream. At first I thought that the mother was trying to hammer a nail through her sons foot, but apparently not. I just wish that they banned kids under the age of four from long haul flights, its not fair on them or the rest of the passengers! The Tube and the Train weren’t that much better, hot, overpriced and overcrowded.
I am sat in trying to stay awake in the hope that I can reset my body clock for UK time, and looking forwards to a long soak in the bath. Llion and I have been reflecting on our little adventure as we travelled back, and with retrospection we are under the impression that we had a kick ass time, and that to repeat the same routes we have in the same time frame would be an epic undertaking for anybody, and I would urge anyone to attempt it.
Imagine turning up and on sighting a *** classic multi-pitched route on a different route virtually everyday. The experience was like no other trip I have been on. Not only did I see half of the USA, we also climb their best routes.
Anyway must nearly be bedtime, if only it gets dark!