Keeping with the tradition of last year’s crag choice, the spring trip hosted by the Climbing Club at FSU brought our slab-happy crew to the paradise of Rocktown, an untamed boulder field near La Fayette, Georgia. Naturally, I kept my camera in tow, and shall now present the best photos and stories from our adventures.
The drive up on Friday evening delivered dumping rain and tents filled with puddles. A small group opted to stay at a motel near the base of the mountain for fear of getting stuck in the deep mud that lined the switchbacks up towards the campgrounds. Lucky for me, the evening downpour led to plentiful sprouts of fungus, flowers and gooey insects.
Surprisingly, the boulders weren’t too wet the next morning. Our hands didn’t hold up quite as well as the rocks though; Nick’s peeling palms are a testament to the burning itch we felt every time our fingertips popped off the wall.
My favorite problem of the weekend was an ‘Unknown’ V3 roof crack found behind The Vagina. It had a sweet top-out over the back of another boulder. As usual, I spent way more time taking pictures and playing with bugs than I did actually climbing – but hell, I was a happy camper.
This was only my second visit to Rocktown, but definitely ranks as my favorite. We spent a lot of time diverting from the trails (thanks to Niko’s inability to follow a path), and got ourselves into a few sticky situations. Everything was moist and slippery, but that just added to the excitement.
‘The Orb’ was a big attraction on the second day of the trip. Feeling lazy and worn out, most of the group clamored around the boulder, sprawling out on crash pads while Niko, Douso and a few other strong climbers worked this V8 problem.
Rocktown was a great way to get the adventure spirit roaring in anticipation of my upcoming trip across America with Niko. It was a mini-sampling of what I’ll be enjoying during the next month of toting crash pads, muddy shoes, sleeping in a car and campfire food.
The above left photo is one of my favorite Rocktown photos of all time. Niko took that great shot of Douso, who was climbing a V-ridiculous that sat next to The Vagina. Douso’s body has a shape that works so well with the flow of the rock sediments, it’s perfect!
Naturally, we ended our trip with a customary stop at Cracker Barrel. It’s always a hoot to see the look on Sunday churchgoers faces as our muddy clan shovels food into our mouths and wave our arms wildly while we imitate the moves on routes we can’t wait to work again. We must look nuts, but then again, we certainly are.