Memorial Day in J-Tree
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By Brett Cassidy, MHW Customer Service
What better way to kick off the summer than with 90 degree heat and 90 degree granite? Honestly, there is none. To celebrate the official start of the long climbing season out here in the Mecca known as California, The Oakdale Rippers, and eclectic group of pagan lunatics who live for rock and snow (none of whom are actually from Oakdale) headed down to Joshua Tree National Park to slaughter some crack.
Friday morning we loaded up five cars with beers, raw meat, cams, chocks, beers, ropes, about a thousand Mountain Hardwear tents, carabineers, grills, beers, crash pads, climbing shoes that smelled like dead whales, a bottle of mescal with no less than two worms marinating in the bottom, and beers (dudes, it gets hot in the desert). After 10 hours of driving and only one ticket (public urination on the off-ramp), our greatest epiphany was that the funniest tattoo one could get would be a portrait of the character Frances from Pee Wee's Big Adventure with a caption reading "I Stole Your Bike". As we entered the park and bombed along Park Boulevard to claim some campsites, the bizarre outlines of Joshua trees popped out of the night like deranged ghosts flying past the car.



