Broken age knot4/9/2023 I limped about a quarter of a mile to the car, and we drove to the closest urgent care center. However, I determined that I did not need a rescue. I had a feeling that my left shoulder or wrist, and maybe my ribs, were broken. After I’d sat on the bank for about 10 minutes, the pain started to set in. Once my belay partner got down to me, he patched up my elbows, which both had some nice splits in them. I had cuts and scrapes on my body, and blood was soaking my pants. I felt no pain at that moment, just utter disbelief. I shot up out of the water, stunned but alive. Seconds after that, I fell into the icy river below. I saw my belay partner reaching for the falling rope, and I heard and felt a thump as I hit the belay deck. (This was in hope that the rope would stay clipped to the first bolt when we pulled it, so the next leader would not have to make the same unprotected traverse.) I remember unclipping the rope from that second bolt and then free-falling. He stopped me at the third bolt to unclip the rope, then lowered me to the second bolt to do the same. On the way down, my belay partner, who has more climbing experience than me, lowered me at a good pace. After clipping this bolt I was feeling relieved, because a fall before then would have taken me straight into the river. The route traversed climber’s left for about 20 feet to the first bolt. The belay platform was a shelf of rock about 20 feet above Clear Creek. We checked the book and decided to get on the route next door: Furlough Day, reported to be a 125-foot 5.9. By the time we made it to the crag, there were two other parties waiting to get on the same route. On April 28, three buddies and I set out to climb Playin’ Hooky, a three- or four-pitch bolted 5.8.
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