Martin arrived in Tuolumne in the summer of 2004 with more stoke that usual. He was on vacation and in typical fashion wanted to bite off more than I thought he could chew. Usually I try to be the good angel on Martin's shoulder but this time I was happy to oblige. In a weeks time I would be going for a big link up in Yosemite Valley with Jake Whittaker and I needed to not over exert myself. My plan was to go out hard and tire out Martin right away in the hopes that his energy and stoke would fade by the end of his trip allowing me some much needed rest for the big showdown in Yosemite Valley. A trip up Tenaya Peak to Matthes Crest would do just the trick.
Coming from sea level I thought the thin air of the Yosemite High country would quickly put the hurt on him. However, Martin is a natural mountain goat and the air at 11,000 feet did nothing to slow him down. We had no sooner soloed the link-up and Martin wanted to know what was next. Damn! Foiled. Maybe Cathedral Peak would slow him down. Wrong! On the summit Martin was chomping at the bit to keep going. I pointed him in the direction of the Echo Peaks and Unicorn Peak and off he went. Onsight soloing them both.
I thought for sure he'd want to chill but he wasn't having it. "What's next?!" He pestered me. Defeated I knew I'd have to go all in and figure out a proper adventure. Temple Crag would surely satiate his thirst. We humped in the evening before our climb. Venusian Blind Arete 5.7 IV our objective. Our alpine start put us at the base at dawn and we started up the immense choss pile that is Temple Crag. Things went smoothly but at one point a block the size of a refrigerator shifted and slid. With me on it! If it hadn't stopped I wouldn't be here. We topped out to a brooding High Sierra scene. Time to bail.
Finally I tired out Martin but it took its toll. The next week I fell off the first pitch on our attempt at a triple link up in the Valley. My adventures with Martin had wobbled my legs. However, I took a full week off and Jake and I sent our link up in fine style. A day worthy of its own story at some point. Martin always the pacesetter helped whip me into better shape. Against my wishes as usual.