As I led Reppy's crack, the wind picked up, and comme d'habitude for Cannon, it felt more like Patagonia or Alaska than a "roadside" crag. With numb hands, I started belaying, but we made the decision pretty quickly that Moby Grape in the 30 degree temperatures was not worth the suffering.
"Back to Cathedral," Dick cried. So we rallied, and were soon enclosed in the wonderful, secure, classic climbing on Funhouse and Upper Refuse.
|Hiking down the talus...a common occurrence on cannon.|