Rockin’ Out-Okie Style

Right before I met Biceps, I was preparing to move to Colorado in order to pursue a life of rock climbing, white water rafting, tent living and armpit hair growing.
However, the good Lord knew what was best for me-and my armpits. He sent along a tattooed rock and roller who caught my eye and sealed my Oklahoma fate.
He works in mysterious ways.

And He’s omniscient. He knew my desires and provided for me (and a few others) a natural craggy formation to satisfy my rock climbing needs.

Biceps and I like to load up on coffee early in the morning and then drive out to Chandler Park, which lies west of Tulsa.

The available climbing areas are pretty tame compared to what I was attempting to climb in Colorado.
I will reiterate the word, ‘attempting’. I would not have impressed anyone with my ‘skills’.

This photo is a an example of terrible rock climbing form-by yours truly.
Don’t judge. My toes were still getting used to being back in pointy rubber shoes that feel as if they are approximately two sizes too small.

I mean, look at the size of these things.

Even Biceps whines about putting his rock climbing shoes on. But, don’t tell him I told you that.

I’m still in trouble with him for doing this.