The Raven

A thin seam soaring upward takes pause at a small roof. Contemplating options, one is forced to dig deep within negotiating a flare over the void. A bolt provides little relief as you lunge forward, taking hold of the few options provided. Upon a small precipice, move rightward stepping off into the void once again. Follow merciful cracks which jaunt the overhang leaving little to be desired. Upward moving until a challenge presents itself. Again, contemplating options, the overhang bares relentless. Barely but a hold, or foot to be had. Hiding in plane sight the Raven watches, watching desperate as you soar.  Clasping to what have you, moving upward, moving forward up to the ceilings floor.  As you move once again rightward, this time desperate almost frightening, peering the Raven watching, silently watching as you slip up to the heavens door. Rounding the corner you grasp holds galore, good and strong, big not like before. Moving ever upward, skyward to the foot of heavens door. The Raven ever watching, watching as you soar.

To the Right of The Womb.

Cams, .3 to 2”. Nuts 1 set. 4 bolts.