An email I sent talking about the my first trip to Squamish this weekend:
Yeah, I fell at Eric’s head first landing at Eric’s feet and all he could say was ‘Jesus Jon!’. Apparently he didn’t want to be bothered by my falling.
The back story, so early on Saturday I hurt my hand. I spent the rest of that day following everyone around the forest feeling sorry for myself … still super psyched to see everyone climbing hard and destroying the 8 point total I had for that day. With high hopes for recovery after eating prime rib for dinner I woke up the next morning with pain still in my hand. Pulling a marbarian I decided to bring some alcohol with me into the woods as it would be another day of spotting. Not to waste the Kokanee we had picked up at the border I brought a 6 pack with me. Thanks to EJ for convincing us at duty free to choose such a fine beer 
. Needless to say I was drinking by noon. Eventually we made our way up to Black Slabbath. With EJ and Choi’s progression through the problem and the awesome sunlight coming through the trees I decided to take some photos. I started by shooting from the bottom and then from the right hand side. Always wanted to find a new angle I scouted a sweet vantage point about halfway up the problem on the left hand side. I climbed up and approached my perch. I took a moment to suss out the danger level … mind you I was 4 beers in already. I determined there was no danger and slowly made my way underneath an overhanging boulder to my position. You know, nothing more precarious than anything I had scrambled to for taking photos before. I didn’t realize that I was stepping on black slabbath 2 (the mini version) covered in two inches of dirt and moss. Instantly everything I was standing on gave way. I started to fall feet first and thought everything was going to be a-ok. I was just going to land on my feet and Eric would spot me, no problem. The only thing was my left foot caught a root and I fell head first. All I could think to myself was ‘FUUUU#$@!’. Then I heard Baisy scream, ‘oh, Jon!’ I crumpled at Eric’s feet, half on a pad and half not, and heard him say ‘Jesus Jon!’ in a tone as if I had disparaged our family name. I got up, brushed myself off and noticed Choi was still perched on the problem looking at me with a very confused expression on his face. I laughed and he continued to climb. See the attached picture for perch and fall line.
[smoke bomb] But, let us not forget about the time Eric almost slipped off the top of the boulder in Leavenworth. That was hilarious too!
By the way, on the way out of the forest I bashed and bloodied the top of my head by jumping into a branch on a fallen log. Somehow this weekend I managed to injure myself more than any other climbing trip and I didn’t even climb.