Later that day..
Me: "Meghan, the screen comes off my window and it opens all the way."
Meghan: "You don't have to say any more. I know. And we're doin' it."
So, that night, when the RAs had rested their weary heads, we rapped down the side of our dorm.
Meghan preps the beds for anchor-building..
We needed to move the beds apart to equalize the two pieces of webbing. The beds were really heavy..
Our anchor... Not that great, but functionable in the circumstances..
What a pair of dumbasses..
Needless fiddling with our gear to amplify our "coolness"..
Rope!
Kyle the bystander, who also kept watch.
Preparing to go
On Rappel
Rope-bitch flakes and coils the rope..
Forgot out catcards? No problem, we just climbed back up to the third floor..
