'No pain, no gain'? 'No guts, no glory'? What other useless, hopelessly cliched axioms might possibly apply? The subject in question, of course, is the apparent re-sprain of my itinerant damaged digit that occurred yesterday afternoon on some crimpy pile of a route at Little Si. I'll cut the whining and simply state that this is a slightly frustrating situation. Another two years of dealing with this and I might need to take up knitting instead of climbing, if only I could still move my fingers.
See you all on the bunny slopes!