Index Town Walls & Goldbar

I've always said the Northwest is like a beautiful girl who rarely smiles. Well this summer she is smiling and wearing a skimpy schoolgirl outfit and making very suggestive eyes at me. In short, it's glorious.
I took the opportunity to head up to Index town walls and Goldbar this weekend and sample some of the NorthWest's Finest granite, I haven't been to any of these places yet.
First off, it only took me 1.5 hours to get home, and would have been similar getting there if we didn't f*** up the directions.
Getting in a little later, we decided to do some bouldering at Goldbar. Warmed up on a V2 on the Camp Serene Boulder, did that a few times then moved onto the next easiest line, which was a beautiful v4 highball, topout about 20 ft up. . Worked it a few times then decided we needed a safety break. Mowed down on cheese/hummus/avocado (my specialty) sandos, got safe and then I strapped on my brand spankin new anasazi v2 blancos. Sent it 2nd go, F yeah, go new shoes. W, my partner hopped on the train and sent just after.
All throughout the weekend I have been presented with opportunities to trust myself and the universe with mixed results. For one, we pull up to the boulder, and W says do you have a brush. "No man, I have no brush" then I open my trunk and low and behold, my snow scraper/brush. which works perfectly (see pics).
Later, I ran back to the car for chalk, about a 5 minute roundtrip, but still annoying when you realize that you had the chalk in your bag at the boulder all along. trust the universe, Bobcat. Next we hit the beach boulder, W did the jump start to the classic v4 first go, no splash landing for him. we did the v2 slab, i did it again barefoot, in full wet boxer-thong splendor for the camera, and for a group of river running tourists heading down the river. Then jumped from about 20 ft into about 3.5 feet of water, that was fun.
Camping: If you camp near index, the Reiter road as lots of place to stay, but beware of getting really close to "the gravel pit" on a busy weekend. This area is sketch if not just for the abundance of Rainier Beer swilling offroad fanatics driving very fast between roads and gravel trails.
This area has no good campgrounds, but lots of little side roads that for some reason you are allowed to camp at. besides climbers, there is one other user group that frequents this area, the ORV'rs. The offroad vehicle crowd is a slightly different bunch than us climber hippies, and throughout the night, as W and I cooked beans and drank beer under a tarp in the rain, what can only be described as restructured Jeeps with tires the size of ponies and 2 foot lift kits kept wizzing by. I don't know if the same guy kept jumping on different trucks, but it seemed like a bald headed guy with a cutoff t-shirt, and a beer in his hand was standup up, leaning over the rollbar of every redneck vehicle that rolled by.
"W, this might be the last night of our lives. The rednecks are going to kill us and make cloth tops for their jeeps with our skins. Lets have another beer."
We didn't die, and next day, after a quick stop in Index town proper for a bathroom stop we hit the walls.
First wall we came to had 6 parties on each F***ing route it seemed like, and I got discouraged. Well, Godzilla is nearby, the classic 5.9 crack, but I'll bet it's busy too. Mounting frustration, flipping through the book, not knowing where I am I hate this shit. Just then a funny little guy who may have been related to sasquatch came through and suggested that Godzilla was open, if we wanted it. Trust the universe.
The line was great, though after about 30 feet i was in full sun, and being the sweaty bastard I am, couldn't really jam anything as I would just slime out. I ran out most of the climb, not wanting to spend lot of time in the sun, and not having enough in the .4/.5 size range. It was great though.
After that it was over to Aries, took our safety meeting and then climbed the first pitch or so until I set up a belay in full blazing sun. Not wanting to climb the second pitch flaring chimney in full sun, i ran around the corner to set up an alternate belay. After setting it up, I realized i was dripping with sweat and there was no way I wanted to climb anything. "W! It's so f**ing hot here man, I think we should bail and get lunch. Indeed, so we did. good call because at the base of the route was a little cave with ice cold air blowing out of it, F***ing perfect air conditioner, trust the universe, Bobcat.
Finally, we hit up The Country wall, which looks like a station from the TV show Lost (check the photo). It was all shade, so though we actually intended to go to a different wall we decided we shouldn't press our luck. We eyed a sweet looking sport line and I managed to onsight, as did W. Both of us were guessing mid 11's for the grade. On our way out I gave an oldtimer a belay on a 5.7, which he climbed in like 2 minutes place 2 pieces in about 70 ft. He called our route a 10d citing "Index grades". Shiiiit that was hard. This place definitely grades more stoutly than anywhere I've been except Yosemite.
Anyways. that's the trip report. Great weekend out with a good friend, awesome.

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