Early December, 1995, at the base of Shake and Bake. Dave Harden and I walked in to do the route and found it taken by... Clint and Dennis. While Clint led the first pitch we waited and I talked with Dennis. I quickly realized that he was someone I should climb with. The next April, we spent most of a week in The Valley and on the Sierra Nevada East Side (that was back when his employer allowed six week sabbaticals every few years).
Now, speaking of The Devil: I led his route Jingus yesterday. We drove to Pinns expecting clearing, but arrived to sprinkles. So we went exploring two places where I suspected we might find old, never-reported routes (we found nothing). As we were hiking we were engulfed in periodic snow flurries but also had some blue skies. Then, with skies "clearing," but things still wet, I decided to go tick this route.
About all I can say is: "what the hell were you thinking Dennis?!!!" That is one scary route. It didn't help that halfway up it started raining again and I had to finish the run-out free climbing on wet rock. Moves up and left on utter choss (almost sand), followed by so thin a crack that I was aiding an overhanging section on ball-nuts and green Aliens, followed by the not-so hard (but slimy) run-out free section, and then no summit anchor. The whole experienced left me not-quite shattered mentally. Today I'd intended to get on Wild Turkey (another Dennis what-the-hell-were-you-thinking route) but couldn't summon the mental strength.
Holy Guadalcanal.