V3! Crush!

Our V3! Crush! went well. It went REALLY  well because  we crushed and were crushed in turn. Crushed, crushed, crushed!

I will spare you the laundry list of the sends but suffice to say that between the three of us we did

• four V0s
• thirteen V1s
• four V2s
• four V3s
• two V5s

I found that despite my physique I am much better at face, crimpy climbs than I am at roofy, overhanging climbs, which only goes to show that these guns I am sporting are FOR NOTHIN'! If the pictures D took of me sending one of the V5s (it was only a repeat, mind you) actually make me look good, I will post some.

Next weekend we (and probably half of Melbourne) will be in Arapiles, which will either teach me how to trad climb, or kill us. We'll see.