Ginger Cracks, pitch one.

If you like me have a sound respect for loose rock, especially teetering stacks of immense sandstone flakes defying obvious gravitational physics, then you might approach this one with some trepidation.
As it turns out all these cubic yards of old seabed may just stay in place for a while yet.
And the crux is down below, anyway, right off the deck in that striking downward flaring OW.

BTW, my aforementioned focus on potential looseness stems back to an episode in the Alps 20 years ago, during which some hurtling flakes of granite removed one of my fingers. Among other things.

On to the second pitch.