Boulder, CO
(Andrew, perched on top of a rock with Brea):
Don't look down. Don't look out. Ah, shit, this is the side of a slab, it's impossible not to look out into the distance. How high are we, 500 ft, 600? Ok, just hug this rock, yeah this will work. I'll spread my legs around this....why is this position called a junk smear? What Brea. You want me to tidy up the rope, up here? Are you out of your mind.
Why do people do this? Why are we so far above the ground? I'll jump, then I'll be on the ground, but then I'll be dead. Ok, calm down, sing a song. 'We are young...'
(Brea, belaying matt as he climbs out of sight):
This is quite comfortable right here. Ugh, where is matt, over that ridge? Yes andrew, we are very very high, I got it. I wish Matt would say something to let me know he's alright. I can't believe he just tried to stick that cam up my butt. (Matt shouts from his spot over the ridge) I have no idea what he just said. Andrew did you hear him. No. Whattt? God, why does he have the vocal capacity of a three-year-old girl. O, look at that hawk, that's a graceful bird. O well, I'll just sing a song. '...no one can tell us we're wrong'
(Matt, leading the climb, placing protection into cracks along the way)
Ah, this is so peaceful up here, so far away from everything...(brea shouts to matt), ugh, is that brea, o well, I'll just ignore her and tell her I couldn't here her.
