I got my first flapper in a long time today. And it was a bleeder. I decided to enjoy a beautiful Saturday with a nice bouldering session in Wolcott. Started out great and I was feeling really strong. I finished one route that was shown to me earlier this week that I couldn't get because I didn't have the strength. I easily got up that route on the first try today. The hardest part is at the bottom, but the scariest part is topping it out. It is about 20-25 feet high and the feet aren't very good up top. A fall to the crash pad is ok (if you hit it) but still not ideal. I messed around on some other problems and started working this one crimpy balancey bastard (a.k.a. tiny finger holds that require impeccable balance). After trying it a few times I fell off with my right hand on this tiny sloper. Apparently it was pretty sharp because it sliced off the first few layers of skin.
The focus on the pic isn't that great, but you get the idea. I was surprised that it actually didn't hurt that bad. At least until I tried to remove the gauze that I was holding on it. Some kayakers gave it to me at the rock and then I sped home to clean it out.
The lesson from the whole ordeal: bring your freakin first aid kit. As I was getting ready to go to the rock, I thought about bringing it. Internal dialogue = "If I bring it, I won't need it. If I don't bring it, I will need it. But I won't be out that long and nothing will happen anyway." Stupid.
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