Man. No idea what came over me yesterday. Haven't climbed in nearly 6 months and with day 1 being our warm up day, I woke up on day 2 (Saturday) oddly confident and eager to jump on the walls. I started off leading a slabby 5.8 to get the arms loose when Meagan and I jumped on a 5.10+ nearby. We both failed to even clip the first bolt on a lead Suspending my finger tips on two, shallow crimps and feet on two little lips I took a deep breath, trusted my foot and jammed it on a shallow sloper and pushed myself up and clipped into the first bolt. I yelled from excitement and then sailed up the rest of the route, following a shallow vein and little nubs up the slab to keep my foot placement. When I got back down, fellow climbers gave me a celebratory beer and the bar was set for the rest of the day. Meagan and I went back over to Wall Street where I flew up a 5.9+ full of all sorts of twists, turns, and slopes without any falls or breaks! Then we went over to a 5.9 slab where there was ...