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?
Durpy Durp
