This is Al, all tied in and ready to climb. The smile is fake. He's not liking the cold. He's got his puffy jacket on under the hard shell, and he's wearing two hats. The handwarmer in the chalkbag doesn't seem to be helping him either, and his hands are about to freeze as he goes up this lovely 5.11a. This is the fateful day that Al was longing for home, for a warm australian summer day, and invited Richard and I to join him there.
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