The old mens' trip was a big success. Lots of climbing (and hiking and birding) over six days.
Thursday was hot though - 82 degrees in the High Peaks (as I type this, more Goddamn snow is falling at our house... and sticking).
Here are five of the seven old men (Bob Walton had left by this point on this day, and my 89 year old father, who hiked to the High Peaks with us on Tuesday, did not do so this day, preferring to bird out by The Balconies). From left to right, Joel, Dave, Charles (Footie, really), Brad and Bart:

Caleb and Steve also joined us on Tuesday, but since they are only coming up on ages 50 and 60 respectively within the next two months, they did so not as old men but by special dispensation.
Here's Dave leading The Sponge - Left. The start of this route is definitely not 5.6 any longer (it'll be 5.8 at the start in the new book). Footie is spotting and, out of sight, Bob was belaying:
