Really, those Romans were genius. After a day of climbing next to a highly dysfunctional family with sketchy climbing practices, we stopped at the Pub. Yes, if you have ever climbed in Squamish, BC you know there's only one Pub. Well, there's only one Pub to the adventure sports crowd. Sitting at the head of the inlet, the Pub gets incredibly cold in the evening. The sun sets behind the mountains while the wind whips up the sound to steal warmth from your skin as you sit on the patio and watch climbers finishing routes on the Chief. It's the contrast. Less than an hour ago you were hot, too hot, and seeking shade anywhere you could find it but now you're huddled in your down jacket, sipping beer, discussing the day with your fingertips slowing growing cold as sun disappears behind the Tantalus Mountain range. Maybe watching those last two people struggling to reach the top of "the Ultimate Everything" isn't really necessary. And so we move indoors to the wonderful delights of central heating and a cup of coffee before the long drive home in the dark.
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