Having a hard time figuring out who you really are? Is there someone else, deep inside you, that really wants to wear a dress and watch movies that feature naked gladiators? Then this is your route. Just beware that the first bolt is about 12 feet off the ground and don't blow the first clip. Once you've established yourself as on belay, enjoy a frolicking good time with lots of pockets which dissappear and transgender themselves into thin crimps that will force you to get your shit together faster than the tour manager for the Village People. Can you imagine that guy's job? "Checklist...let's see here, boots, boots, boots, mocassins...everyone get on the bus!"