OUT OF HADES
Summer in Tasmania – a place for those of us from the mainland who aren’t too keen on slapping sweaty slopers on Taipan Wall. Me and a ragtag group of Geelong bums hit the high seas to venture south. Our first stop was Fortescue Bay and the Totem Pole, but not before a quick trip out to the Paradiso. Along with being amazed by the punchy swell, the crew started flapping around on some of the crag classics. We kept on doodling when in walked some locals. I spotted a familiar face, Roxy Perry, I knew of her from the Lead Nationals a few years back. She knew some of the Geelong crew and joined the conversation. There was a kid behind her, a thin kid who looked a bit distant, like he didn’t care for the crag-side conversation. I just thought he was along for the ride while Roxy sent something crazy-hard. I forgot this kid was Tasmanian.
It was a funny moment when I turned to one of my mates as he said, ‘Oi, you should get a shot of this, this guy is about to go for an onsight of Total Recall.’ Total Recall is a steep sort of rooflet thing, graded
