I think I've become a nocturnal climber somehow, not sure what led to this, but it appears to be the case. With the quarter coming to an end, this is the only time I seem to find to get outside. An entire day is out of the question. Don't get me wrong, you can't climb for shit at night without a head torch, but it's excitement, and I live life to the maxx.
So Jake, Amna and I headed out to Rubidoux for some bouldering. Just as it passes midnight, Amna's birthday began! Then she sprained her ankle. She got what some might consider the world's longest piggy back down. What a lucky girl.