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| Jaime Bohle on the exposed 5th pitch of Snot Girlz, 5.10d, 7 pitches |
Hanging out at the base of a limestone crag at Potrero Chico, I look down into the gravel wash, what qualifies as a road in this part of Mexico, and see two pickups with soldiers in the back driving upstream. A few minutes later, having turned around, I look again and see them driving downstream. And then they are gone – no flying bullets, no blood-filled gutters, no square groupers. I look up at the rock, see two other people on the wall, and decide with the crowds and all its time to find some peace and quiet. In 5 minutes, we’re in the wash – in 10 we’re in the Virgin Canyon with dozens of classic routes all to ourselves. Over the course of two weeks, that’s the only time we see el ejercito (the army) – but we wake up each morning to solitude, sunny weather, and a candy store filled with the sweets of climbers’ dreams.