I’ve been getting a ton of spam comments on my last post, for which I figure there are two possible explanations: 1) spammers are really dumb (because no one reads this blog and I never post and I ignore the whole keyword thing) or 2) it’s some kind of weird conspiracy of climbing bloggers trying to run me out of the blogging gig. There are no other scenarios in play.Either way, I figure you all deserve the immensely boring update on my climbing life. Don’t worry; it’s brief.Since we last talked I did some climbing, most of it of the sport variety. A couple trips to Rumney yielded very little success, but several new items of unfinished business. A pair of trips up to Shagg yielded one send (my hardest on a rope) and progress on some other stuff. A trip to Sundown yielded a bunch of falls off Eyeless in Gaza (which is like kryptonite to me for some reason – I can’t even remember half the beta from one visit to the next) and a surprisingly high level of psych about Mithras, which is a strange route (it comes in four parts – sketchy 5.8 intro, short V4/5, 5.9 slaby cornery thing, V5/6).I’m still a pretty bad sport climber. Or, I feel like a bad sport climber. I screw up clips, get scared, pump out, forget to try hard, and generally screw myself up. It can be frustrating, but since I’ve got a ton of other crap going on right now (more on this later… maybe) I’d rather not let it get to me. For the rest of my summer I’ll try to squeeze some climbing in around the weddings and family visits, and then, come fall we’ll see where we are. It will probably look a lot like where we are right now. (Indoors, thinking about climbing).Oh, and I met Peter Beal last night. He’s in town for some family vacation and I supplied him with a couple loaner pads so he can hit some of his old stomping grounds. Was cool to put a voice to the blog. Now I “know” someone in CO should a window of travel opportunity ever open up (not terribly likely, but you never know).