A black fin of sandstone protrudes from the right side of the crack. I pinch it like a tufa and look up at the iron ring. Next stop, ring, I tell myself. Feet up, then hands. I layback the crack for a few moves and then pull in to stand atop the fin. It wiggles…<hr /><p><a href="https://climbingzine.com/traumzeit-sandstone-dreamtime-by-tanager/">https://climbingzine.com/traumzeit-sandstone-dreamtime-by-tanager/</a>
