Bouldering is great; you have fun, get strong and the biggest threat is the back-slap chalk huff. But routes are why we climb. Great big soaring, intricate, technical, step-through aretes and awful, thuggish huck-fests to who-thought-of-this crossover monos and those bequiling little overhangs that coax you out just a little further, a little further until you're cursing like a jilted prom queen and guessing whether your lob is going to drag the belayer through the first draw. Yeah, those routes. We do those.