I was out hiking today at the Meadow and found this hilarious bolted crack. It's probably about 5.7 and 20 feet high. It made me LOL.
There's no sense in getting all preachy and running through the last 50+ years of climbing history including the current consensus on how routes should be established. I feel like this picture accurately portrays my feelings and the feelings of...well, I would say everyone but I guess that's not the case.
There are some bizarre ironies here as well.
Irony 1: It's actually kind of run out to get the 2nd bolt. If you fell, you'd probably deck.
Irony 2: The equipper was thoughtful enough to camouflage the hanger with a neutral-colored spray paint. He's a real minimal impact kind of fella.
Irony 3: He spray painted the hangers after they were placed and got paint all over the rock.
This route has probably already been named but since I get to write the guidebook, I'm trying to decide between some of the following options. Other suggestions are welcome.
Murder of the Possible
Too Short for Sport
Stirring the Pot
I Smoked SuperCrack
Bolt the Planet
Two Bolts and Three Ironies
I Do What I Want
Sell Your Rack, Buy a Drill
What's an Ethics?