It's raining in Fayetteville, WV (duh-idiot), also know as New River Gorge. But there's also something to climb - like a barstool - like OW cracks and overhung 5,7s.

Spent the last three hours catching up on emails. Thought it would take more time. Glad I got rid of my self important cow shit. Before that, bacon and I climbed a most gnarley 5.7 at Bubba Wall. Bubba was a mo, looking for lost Boy Scouts, and this route brought about instant vile export when bubba saw it for the first time. Well, vile or hot butt chocolate. It's never been confirmed.