And the Beast Showed its True Colors

I must write about this because it must stop.  So I went to Vegas.  Yep, good ol' Red Rocks.  I roped up for a day with a total stranger and could not take any pictures but the next day I went bouldering in Calico Cannon and it was freaking sweet.  The rock is a smooth slightly over hung sandstone and it has  very small in-cut crimps that are pretty sharp but there are also tons of roofs with larger holds.  In order for you to get the picture there is this one boulder before you enter the Wash Area called "Monkey Bar".  I hope that gives you some indication as to what you will experience in the Red Rocks bouldering areas.
Ok.  I am only writing this because once I write about it I can put it behind me.  Well, the weekend before last I went to the Red River, KY and met up with some friends of mine and I had a BLAST.  It was the best trip I have ever taken to the Red River but as I was leaving Torrent and driving home I became overwhelmed with sadness.  And I boo-hooed for 15 minutes in my car on the way back to North Carolina because I kept thinking about my ex and how much fun he would have had and how I wished he had been there to see me climb.  I don't  mean to brag for someone who boulders pretty much year around, I climbed pretty well that weekend.
Then, when I came back from an awesome day of bouldering in Red Rocks I boo-hooed for 5 minutes because once again, I was thinking about my ex and how he would have totally crushed a majority of the harder climbs I saw that day and how proud he would have been of my climbing.  I hope now I can put this to rest because I do not want my climbing trips to be sullied by tears for an individual totally annihilated my heart.  He is not worthy of such an honor.