Halfway up the pitch, I fruitlessly shook my lactate-filled arms, perplexed by the chalk a long reach away in the opposite direction of where I found myself perched. Chris swore the pitch was 10+, but now I heard a faint giggle below as I found myself stymied as to which way I should go. Both chalk paths couldn’t be right, I thought in my bewildered state, and my confidence quickly began to shrink.
We were climbing The Great Escape, a five pitch, 5.11c sport climb a few minutes walk from the car. Click here to read my full review of Yosemite Sport Climbs & Top Ropes.