6:30AM - the alarm clock chimed, time to get up. the day's faint light illuminated the cliffs enough to see that it was wet and there was cloud cover. after a hot brew and some discussion, we ponied up and and began our scottish adventure. the wind was blowing south-westerly and the temps were around 35F and didn't get much above 40F all day. we had talked about moby grape and hoped it would be doable desipite the ribbons of water gushing down the cliff. upon arriving at the base of reppy's crack, we were pleased to see the first pitch was dry. the luck of the draw had me on the sharp end first. it was just like I remembered, jam-jam, foot-foot, all the way up to the first bolts. a rest to un-tweak the ankles and warm the hands, then on to the second belay atop the butress. powell made quick work of the 2 stitched pitches, and arrived only to note that it was rather "torquey". he gathered the rest of the rack and cast off on the easiest pitch of the route. the next pitch was all me. the finger crack leading up to the crux roof had water gushing from it which proved to be a little heady. the roof was dry, so was the climbing above it to the next belay. again, powell made quick work of the climbing. for someone who says "this is my 10th day climbing this year", I was impressed - he is strong like bull. the next pitch proved to be our last. the sickle traverse was drenched, and would provide no friction. that, and the clouds overhead were darkening, so we decided to rappell. very soon after starting our descent, the rain started. after returning to the cars, we shook hands, clanged our bottles, and agreed it was a great outing.
there were 2 other parties that did the witney gilman ridge, which seemed like a more obtainable goal given the conditions.
having been my third time on moby grape, I've yet to reach the top. all with different partners and different reasons for bailing off. the descents were not without action, from stuck ropes to pouring rain, it's always an adventure.