After leaving my harness and belay device behind, I called on some friends to help me send the First Sister in a Day.

Maculated stops on this incredibly high angle route to get her barings. Note thoughtful warm vest left for the second.

Photo of my esteemed partner before she starts her harried 5.7 route.

Nothing to do but send! In style! Up! In approach shoes and no harness!

Pinnacles. You're driving along, you're driving along . . . no rock, no rock, no rock. HOLY CRAP!! THAT IS ROCK!!

Today was not my day. As I'm cinching up my swiss seat, the button on my pants pops off, revealing my thermal underwear. How embarassing!

Toward the end of the day I was SURE my pants were falling off. Or apart. Note swiss seat strung through loops to help them stay up after loss of button.

Maculated demonstrates why she and Carrie sat at the top of the first sister for a half hour like dummies not setting this thing up right. Once I got it, though, we were golden.

You can't see it well, but that's me in a hanging-belay swiss seat and using a munter hitch (it's locked off) to belay my second (who is taking the photo from above)

"So, let's do that big formation there!" "Sure! It's not very hard, but it's a good intro for you to the rocks-in-mud that is Pinnacles. Wait . . . . . . I DON'T HAVE MY HARNESS!"

Harried! Get it? Hair-ried!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Photo of Carrie and I at Pinnacles. There's me with crooked sunglasses thanks to a past broken nose. The hotness!

Carrie arrives with coffee and scones while my dog tries to maul her with love. She is not evil!