A bunch of us headed out to Bishop for the Thanksgiving week.  I left Bishop in my rear-view mirror last May, a man with a broken foot.  This would be my first time back to this little town since then. I was understandably a bit anxious to climb there again, but yet also a bit scared of suffering another injury.

Thankfully it didn’t happen.  Everyone came out of there pretty much intact except for ripped up fingertips, but that’s pretty much normal.  

This was also the first time I’ve not taken my camera out while climbing.  I wanted to climb, not take pictures.  So all I have to share is non-climbing pictures.

Tailgating it in the “Pit” campground.  Mt. Tom and Basin Mountain lie beyond.

Nightfall in the cradle of the Sierra valley.  Ooooh! Pink marshmallows!

Go Obama!

Biggest burritos you’ll ever find anywhere can be found in this little mexican joint in Bishop.

A bit of arcade and bowling action before heading back to the campground.

On our last night, we had too much firewood and had to burn it all up in a hurry.

Other than a stupid rain day on Wednesday, it was a great week out in Bishop.  I didn’t get to finish up any projects, but I found comfort in the fact that I was able to climb nearly at the level I was climbing back in March, and that pretty much tells me that I’ll be ready to move on up to the next rung next time I’m out there.  I look foward to it!