“Ain’t you as pretty as a peso?” -Roger Clyne, Smaller and Better Things I kept glancing at the pony-tailed, 19-year-old college girl in the passenger seat, because I was certain she hated every bouncy inch of the seven-mile, slow-going, rocky, dusty, switch-backed trail.
She’s never going to go out with me again, I figured.
Then she smiled at me and said, “Can I drive?”
In fact, she was not only ready to drive, she was also ready to climb a gorgeous single-pitch rhyolite rock tower before the sun went down, just as we’d planned—a onenighter in Devil’s Canyon at the end of this trail, where we’d work some climbing routes in the afternoon, camp, make a warm dinner, and climb a few more spires in the morning. The Z-shaped rock…