"Twas the night before Christmas, when a snowed out Sierra climber found himself cynical
About the early morning departure to a place called Pinnacles;
The cams were left hanging, with the 70 meter
The Sonora Pass Guidebook when repacking, accidentally left on the heater;
The poor rock quality was rumored, or so he had heard,
To be consistent with mud, strewn with prehistoric turds;
Arriving before sunrise, the temp was much colder
Than an outhouse (a former local happened to be sitting in), outside of Boulder;
The party he was to meet, was nowhere in sight
F'ing GPS had brought him to the wrong side;
...(to be continued)
