With an oncoming storm and wind advisory all along the east side, we called the trip. I was hoping to fly fish for the day in bishop, but c'est la vie. At least I made it back in time for a friends BBQ.
Spooky Canyon. Which, was rather spooky. Mostly because of the extremely ghetto rigging someone had left to ascend the ledges inside. As a climber I feel ashamed to even call it “rigging.” Needless to say, we didn't rely on that. 2015-05-22-MNP-062 copy by at_olw, on Flickr