Movin' and Shakin'

So its November. Winters done and dusted. Primo bouldering is out the window. And for me, schools out, for summer. After stringing together a couple of good months bouldering and feeling fitter, the looming end of semester assignments and exams got the better of me and low and behold I slithered away out of the light of humanity and buried myself in books. For the last say, 6 weeks, I've been hit with vicious hayfever, flu like virus and general I-can't-be-fucked-ness while grinding out the last of my school work. Happy to say however that first year is done and dusted and its back to happy days and socialising!

Big news is that I'm moving to Natimuk for the summer. I was very fortunate to get a job with the DPI Soil Science division in Horsham assisting in the lab with chemical analysis of soils. OK so that may sound as fun as paint drying to most, but to me its a pretty sweet gig after having completed only first year chemistry. So in a couple of weeks from now I'll be relocated and calling Arapiles my local crag, hiding away in the shady gullies over summer.

Joshy and I were out at Gramps too for a couple of days on the long weekend. Driving up late Monday arvo, we got all dressed up for the Halloween party at the campground. Needless to say we both got a bit wild, most likely embarrassing ourselves infront of strangers, but hey, since when do either of us give a shit about that sort of thing!

Who's up for a bit of the old ultra-violence then hey?

Arse-Pirate Will!

All kids love clowns, right?

This kid was an egg beater I think. Probably should have beaten him with eggs instead.

On a side note, I would just like to remind any of the 7 people that read this blog, to take a look at our pal Simons blog, http://blockmonster.blogspot.com/. Arnie is definitely the most prolific boulderer I know, and without him there would be a great less enthusiasm in the scene. I would single him out as my biggest inspiration in climbing. Always motivated, generous, enthusiatic, he is a bona-fide frother! Just don't challenge him to fooseball or table tennis.

So, with the temperature rising, the sun shining, the days getting longer and chicks skirts getting shorter, summer is on its way back again. Summer means stinking hot, dusty days in the campground, dogging routes in the cool of the gullies, icy beers and BBQ's, and music festivals. Ahhhhh, its festival season again......



- TheBigAl