Bad Ass Roof, Priest Draw
I must admit, it has been well over ten years since I stared down the sequences of this compact, squatty, athletic boulder problem at the Draw.
My repertoire of moment that I gleaned over the years scouring rock faces had changed drastically. I evaded upside moves on moody two finger pockets, and intensive bicycle foot beta on dueling pockets that I never could see (holy beta). I gravitated towards technical face, stemming corners, and devious 'zero star' crack climbs all over the desert southwest (and other places, but that anther story). The Draw fell out of vogue.
Since my big ride (that's slang for a big fall), I went back to my roots. Back to where I started. Back to the inception of the hand-foot-coordination lightbulbs that went off in my head. Priest Draw is where my bouldering started. This area created the first chapters to my foundation of movement. It set my stage for fifteen years.
This puissant slab of limestone...This was one of the formative boulder problems. It is back into my life. Still my anti-style. Still hard.
Now it's time relearn.