I spent the weekend in S.F., N.M to visit the Kuhns, but failed to take my camera with me anywhere I went, so you'll just have to believe me despite the lack of photographic evidence.
We got in a lot of climbing at a place outside White Rock called Gallow's Edge on a crag chock full of nice, moderate sport routes. I even tried to lead one at the end of the day, but got too freaked out because it was really run out and a fall would've resulted in some hamburgered skin at best and maybe a broken bone or two at worst. And I didn't really feel like getting maimed this weekend.
I remember specifically doing 99 Red Balloons and Once Were Warriors, but have no idea of the other three or four we did. I lost count. I haven't climbed in so long that by the end of the day almost every muscle in my body was sore and I was that tired you get from a hard day's work. I'd forgotten how good that feels.
A also gave me a walking tour of downtown SF which was nice. There's adobe everywhere. That's all I really remember of it.
The weekend was filled with some good outside, good food and beer and quality time spent with good friends whom I miss greatly.