Galla Goes V17: Shaolin Falls in Red Rock
Zach Galla rolled into Red Rock like some desert-dusted seeker and walked away having tangoed with the master: Shaolin V17.
This is no ordinary chunk of sandstone, it’s the riddle Sean Bailey carved into the Nevada landscape, the third V17 ever born on U.S. soil, kin to Return of the Sleepwalker and Megatron. The line is a wicked Zen koan in three stanzas: a warm-up hymn, a single-move lightning strike, and a final sky-toss in the hard realm.
Noah Wheeler stepped up after Bailey, floating the second ascent, just a couple moons after he cracked his first V17. Galla was up next for his first of the grade, a rite of passage scrawled in blood, chalk, and cosmic stubbornness. “What a damn battle,” he broadcast from the digital mountaintop.
And now Shaolin has a new disciple, another name carved into the sandstone scrolls of Red Rock. What a wild year it’s been on the V17 wave.