Peter Pan, a.k.a. Mini Ovest, a large overhang upon my first glance seemed unclimbable. My first view of the lustful climb was on a cool fall morning of which I was first introduced to 'real' rock climbing. Being a 5.7-5.8 climber at the time, I did not ever believe that this overhang would even see an attempt by myself, let alone a pinnacle of my amateur climbing experiences. Six months have past since my first glance at the shrewd overhang. The thought of this climb at first filled my spirit with fear. That day, as I bouldered several hundred feat away, I heard the painful screams of one whom attempted this perilous overhang. The poor girl, a member of our group, did not achieve a height of which the swing would be safe. We nicknamed a sedimentary rock on the ground after her. Though I had warned the climbers in our group, my warning was not heeded. After this, the thought of this climb slipped even further into the back of my inexperienced mind. I had attempted this climb earlier and successfully reached the jug of no return as we sometimes call it. Upon my release of the hold I received a stunning swing, hence the name, Peter Pan. This climb (5.11d) and its counterpart, Tinker Belle (5.10d/11a) filled my thoughts in the following months of winter. A safe ascent for any ability became my goal for this climb. The answer seemingly simple now, was once quite puzzling. A back rope, but to what and how? I picture a single rope, first leading up to a point before the overhand and then jutting out to the omniscient top. This though was overruled by the possibility of a second rope, and second belayer, a second gunman for that matter. This belay could belay the climbing in unison to the jug of no return, and then upon the success, feed rope to the pending climber. This became successful with the free climb onto a small ledge, but my climbing buddy, Chuck Norris Carter. His small brother, Phil, belayed the second rope. We were reached with our next dilemma, the anchoring of little Phil. We placed a nut into an opposing cliff. This allowed him to hang uncomfortable like a man on a meat rack. However, the anchor held, at least the anchor I placed held. Then next attempt at this, we learned the important concept of not letting a moron set an anchor. Upon Chuck's fall, little Phil jettisoned forward, pulling out the nut. Phil proceeded to slam into Chuck as they both suspended on my belay. Now, I am beginning to approach the crux of this climb, for the main crux of the climbing is the reaching it in the first place. If this does not make sense, the face of this rock appears as a large version of Swiss Cheese, layer with thank-God holds. I am really excited towards the completion of this climb and I believe the summit will be achieved quite soon.

This is an upward shot of the roof of the climb....