The first go up, I matched the seam, launched into the dyno, made contact but didn’t stick. A generous helping of air. The cam ripped but the RPs held and I narrowly cleared the ledge. So, up again, jump again, peel off again. This time the cam stayed put, but slammed me sideways into the wall, my thigh brutally colliding with a spiky boss, creating a burning meteor of bruising. I hobbled off to heal.
An overcast day in September brought cooler temps. The seam felt crisp: jump! I caught the sloper again, swung out again… and stuck it, glancing at the loop of slack arcing out below. Yes!