Ran up to Squamish on Friday after skiing plans fell through, and managed to cruise through Angel's Crest before the monsoons swept through on Saturday night. Worked in the .10b hands variation and I got to 'onsight' every pitch, but we had to pass on High Plains Drifter on account of my worthy partner's foot pain (mistakenly brought the super-tight bouldering shoes; maybe I hadn't completely emphasized the 'adventure' aspect...

).
Emotional highlight of the day was perching at the top of the crest pitch, hearing a chute pop, looking left just in time to see a BASEr bail into the trees at the bottom of High Plains Drifter. W.T.F.
Dude just shimmied down a tree and walked away. Sick bro!
We met him and chatted at the gully escape turnoff. Nice guy. Mostly the good kind of crazy.

Still alive... must be doing
something right? We told him we would keep it quiet from The Press and The Man.
Bailed early Sunday on account of flood stage conditions (that I am almost certain abated) and other plans. Need to go back soon and get on some of the amazing .10+ / .11's.