Night Bouldering

There's something about warm, starry nights that awakens some sort of latent nature-ADD. Evenings when you have to get out, go run, feel the air currents brush your skin. Last night was one of those nights. One of those rare October dusks that feels alive, that draws you from your house and sends you spinning through the dim streets by foot or longboard or bike. Mid street-twirl, a buddy called me up, having acquired three 1600 lumen bike lights (my car headlights are only 700 lumens for reference) and with a wide open schedule for the evening. We biked out to one of the Boulders, one of several climber-made public boulders sprinkled around the city of Bozeman, and set up the lights. The sharp contrast created by the lights added an element of surprise: not knowing if a promising shadow was a solid crimp or a smooth sloper fading into the night. It was my buddy's last night before a two-month-long yosemite dirt-bagging adventure, and so we celebrated in fine style with peanut butter sandwiches,  games of add-on, and a bit of dry-tooling.