I'm climbing a scary black rock, on a sort of arete, in the dark. Pieces of the rock are breaking off, and falling hundreds of feet off into the darkness. It looks like something form a noir movie, and not at all safe. My climbing club friend Nathan is on the route just above me, and I call out to him that I'm not going any further, this route is too dangerous.

It was supposed to be a fairly easy route, that ended up at somebody's house up on the cliff, but we discover - from a book or something - that it wasn't the fairly easy "Wherever I May Roam" (I sing the Metallica song aloud), but a different route rated 5.13, a pretty much impossible route.

It's getting late in the evening, so we end up going to our hotel, where I get ready and get into bed. Nathan has his own bed in the room, but a couple other climbers come in. Apparently he is taking them out on the mountain for some other training exercise.

Climbing on the sacry route to comebody's house, later to find out it wasn't "wherever I may roam", it was some 5.13. Then we settle in the hotel, but Nathan is still taking some students out on the mountain for some training exercise.