Driving home from Beanfest yesterday, a little dirty, a little beat up, along that winding dirt road as the sun was dipping down and causing that pink granite to glow, I was smiling. I thought about all the people out there this weekend and their enthusiasm to make Beanfest happen. How the flame is passed from one Beanmaster to the next and how Beanfest, like the Stronghold, is not like it was thirty years ago. There are portapotties and microbrews and politics and public image and dehydrated food and jimbe drums and nudists and ATVs. But there will always be climbers looking for their next big adventure sitting around the campfire swapping stories of their last. All with a blob of beans on their head.
So in the fall, we will do it all over. Everyone is welcome. Hopefully, there will not be 30 mph winds followed by baking sun. We can test ourselves at silly games that can put us out of climbing for months, and still the mystery of why none gets hurt will not be revealed. I will have more beta and topos for people so they can get the most out of what the Stronghold has to offer.