In which Sarah and I get up ear­ly to meet our ride to the not-so-local, but very nice-for-a-change crag, Bil­lie romps and holds her own with a host of oth­er dogs and dis­cov­ers the joy of tuna-water*, and Sarah and I redis­cov­er our love for the pure and sim­ple joy of top-roping


* water poured into an emp­ty but appar­ent­ly still tasty tuna fish can.