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[The following is Lisa's account of the trip from her livejournal entry ...]

6:20am: alarm goes off. ah, the sacrifices we make for our art. shower, dress, throw climbing gear in the car, wake up enough to grab some OJ in car cups on the way out the door.

7:30am: brueggers bagels - breakfast of daytripping champion climbers

8am: meet fellow climbers / volunteers in the great outdoor provisions parking log, drive up to roxboro boulders

9am: clear trails and pick up trash as part of access fund adopt-a-crag day. sixty-some degrees, bright sunshine, a slight breeze, and every butterfly in person county came to supervise. we tromp around in the woods, get rei and access fund schwag for showing up, get dive-bombed by butterflies, and accumulate a half-dozen trashbags of crap - not including the car door, hubcap, and modern art sculpture that turns out to be the rusted-out remains of a sleeper sofa (!). this is my kind of service work. :)

noon: go over climbing concepts, gear, and terminology ("you guys practically have your own language!") with our two climbing-newbie volunteers from unc. toprope two routes on the practice wall with them. take pictures of roger's incredibly cute, smart, and athletic daughter caitlyn climbing the lefthand route. not her first time climbing, but she had EXACTLY the same reaction that i did on my first climb - went up it like a monkey, lowering off involved tears and panic. i so get that. she was brave about it, tho, and five minutes later she was running around again. kids like caitlyn make me reconsider my general disinterest in procreating.

3pm: watch billy cranking on 'somebody gimme a snickers.' banish my overwhelming feeling of unhipness long enough to ask jimmy ("if i had abs like that, i'd be wearing that shirt, too") for a belay. make the first sweet-and-easy swing move, fall off twice due to overwhelming shortness trying for the second move. finally find a tiny little intermediary fingertip barely-a-crimper and claw my way up to the second move, then nail the third move. YEAH! promptly fall off again, too pumped to see straight, but i think i'm in love. watch other people crank for a while, try again, can't find my crimper. belay a while, try again, nail the first sequence and then find my short-people's way up to the fourth move, too. promptly - you guessed it - fall off again. i'll be back. [i'll put up pictures to illustrate this epic battle if i can get them from roger - this route is worth seeing.]

5pm: collect email addresses (note to self: post pictures!), pack up, load up the entire back of mike's subaru with trash, drive it out, drop off lewis and daniel at gopc, drop off trash, clean up, and head for sushi yoshi.

8pm: eat serious amounts of raw fish. i suspect that it makes a lot more sense to go for cheap mexican when you're in the mood to eat the entire door off a barn and then start working on the barn, but billy had suggested it on the way out, and i got my sushi bit set. mike was feeling adventurous, so we had abalone and squid - both new tastes for him, and the abalone was new to me - with mixed success; i'm apparently more into chewy than he is.

9:30pm: ahhhhhhhhh ...