Hail to Big Bear.

Thanks to Jason for introducing us to the land where climbs only get better with time and don't take off four layers of fingertip skin in the process. And where the Italian food is so good that the oh-so-bad service doesn't keep you away. And where high clearance vehicles are a must, even if Vicky doesn't mind you bottoming out her lovely blue Infiniti. Twice.

So how was my 4th of July weekend? (photos by Jason)

low to mid 80's. slight drizzle, intermittent and sporadic. tank tops and capris. frozen Nalgenes. classic 5.7-->10a's and 5.9's. our fearless photographer anchored to the top.


slight drizzle-->heavy rain-->Is that HAIL??? I don't think I've ever seen hail before.


yeah, that's hail.


sweet jesus... don't f*ck with mother nature.


it's a good thing we had shelter planned from the get go. it's too bad we didn't plan the mud rivers.

Well, my first hail storm. Kind of crazy and wonderful at the same time.