Climbing Orientation Trip - Froggart

Climbing trip to Froggart Edge. Amazing trip. Left Friday afternoon and drove with 3 other guys - everyone else at least got girls in their car, but whatever, had a nice talk about philosophy and religion. Got to the camp site before anyone else and were pretty worried that we took a wrong turn, but people showed up about half an hour later. Had one of the most awkward evenings of my life as no one knew each other and everyone was just trying to make conversation, but it was dark enough that no one could see who they were talking to anyway - I met most of the people in the next two days and I don't have the faintest idea of who I was talking with that night. ended up sleeping in the hammock under a awning for a BBQ. Next morning drove to Froggart edge and the committee members started setting routes. Took a while, but as they finished everyone started climbing. Good routes - very impressive, I ended up doing a couple top ropes early on to get warmed up then a couple leads, one of which was slightly above my level and was pretty freaky. The rock was called 'pocketed ignimbrite' and it was really shrarp, but had deep pockets all over the place. One route was called 'Bring your daughter to the slaughter' it was labeled as a signature route, quite an amazing climb, maybe 25 meters high, with a horrible little crimpy start, a nice ledge to get up on, followed by a face with nothing to hold onto, had to stand on tip toes on the edge of the ledge and reach up as far as possible to grab a little ledge and do a pull up over it, the rest of the route was pretty decent, except for the last move - some opposition and then a layback into a series of razor-edge two finger pockets. It was rough. At the end of the day they let me clean the anchors from some routes on lead which was really cool. Then we headed back to the campsite and prepared for a par-tay. Got a run in first with Till, about 7mi I think - he kept complaining about eating ice cream just prior to me making him run, but then kept dropping the pace down-we were going like 6:15 by the end of it. He kept pointing out landmarks: 'see this gate? it's only 10k more from this gate' and then 10 minutes later - 'Ahh, we're at the hill, it's only 15k more from this hill' - we only had about 45k left to go by the time we finished. Got back and stood in the lake for a while then ate sausages and got pissed for the rest of the night - I put up the hammock and we promptly blew out some of the stitches by putting 4 pissed people in it. Next morning went back to the edge, some more leads and then back home, with the same four guys I rode over with - although there was close to a 50/50 ratio on the trip.