James Litz sending at Ten Sleep: a report by Alli Rainey
James walks through the doorway to the upstairs hangout area of my house dragging his sleeping bag after a day of climbing in Ten Sleep Canyon, ready to watch a movie with the rest of the crew. I look up from the couch with a lazy yawn, tired out from the day’s endeavors, to see his eyes light on the hangboard above the doorway. He drops the bag, grabs the second crimper up, and starts to do a one-arm.
“No, no,” I scold. “Do it on the really small crimp.”