That dude is hot. I hear he almost fell out of that crack though cause his sun hat got caught...
When he's not dealing death blows to trad climbing by stick-clipping his way up choss, the guy with the round black head and the orange eyes sends forgotten lines that blur the line between R and X.
Piece #1, 25' off the deck, useful as a directional maybe:
Piece #2, 40+" off, probably OK if the choss god is in a lenient mood:
I don't have pics of the rest as I was too busy extracting bad gear from piles of bat guano while holding on for dear life to bother with the camera.
Yo mama's so fat her patronus is cake.