Half of America sits between Colorado and the Red the River Gorge, but to cross that expanse in two days, on four wheels, and with a huge Rock & Ice Easy Up booth in tow, was never out of the question.
I was in like Flynn as the expression goes. I wanted to carouse like that ancient movie star, bark at the moon, shoot the shit, drink Kentucky bourbon and stay up late. But more importantly, I desperately needed a vacation. Work had gotten tough in Colorado, and the endless weeks of a little climbing mixed with a lot of business had worn my psyche paper-thin.
Fortunately the 2012 Rocktoberfest celebration provided the perfect excuse to take a week off and head down to arguably the greatest sport climbing destination in the good ole US of A.
So at the crack of October, Lily and I rolled through the flatlands, hoping to glimpse a piece of history in that southern sandstone Mecca.
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