The Space

A tour of The Space, where bands play:

No pictures exist of the outside of the building, so that its location remains classified. Once you enter, though, make for B Stairs.

 

 

Head down the delightfully foreboding B Stairs into the basement.

Hang a quick left at the bottom, and pass through a thick, deadbolted door into the main hallwway.

At the end of this hall, take a right. Do not acknowledge Lord Vader; making eye contact is an invitation to be Force-choked.

Take another right and your there. That's us, first door on the left. Room S8(N).

 

 

 

Be careful, though, for if you make a wrong turn or go too far down a certain hallway, you'll have to face this beast:

An Unexpected Guest

Today, Lucas and I had a companion at Dark Waters:

We all got along well, even though she didn't bring a pad. Come to think of it, she wasn't too keen on spotting, either.

Made you look, Asher...

Neither of us had ever seen a black widow before, and we were both excited and terrified. Several things surprised me:
1) that she was at Dark Waters.
2) that she was so big.
3) that her hourglass was so vivd. I didn't adjust any settings on these photos; she's all natural.

It's great that climbing gives one the opportunity to be in the natural world (not that Clear Creek really exists in the natural world...) and come across such unexpected sights. Somehow, I don't think I'd have seen this if I was into racquetball.

Yellowhouse

Why, might you ask, does this post lack any new climbing media? Well, I'll tell you. This weekend, despite rather nice weather, I was busy preparing the house for occupation. Behold, the splendor of Yellowhouse:

 

Much work was done and much work remains. In the kitchen, especially:

beforeduring

In place of climbing photos, look upon these less exciting, less interesting shots, and despair:

 

 

 

While I'm excited to be moving into an actual house, the knowledge that my glorious November weekends will be spent working on said house and not climbing has me dangling on the brink of a total Jaegeresque depression. At least I'll be using a chainsaw soon.

In other news, I'm keeping a little log over here documenting my NaNoWriMo exploits. Warning: total waste of time.