I'm sure you've heard it said that if mothers remembered the pain of childbirth we would all be only children...well somehow not believing that the 2 star route If We Bolt it They Will Come was as bad as I remembered, we headed back out there the other day...the first time I climbed it I was truly frightened not for my own safety, but that I would kill my belayer, Erik, with the loose rock constantly falling every time I tried to pull on or step on a hold...I started the route as a Caucasian and finished darker than most African Americans, covered with black lichen and a mossy lawn from the exit moves that made the event even more exciting...
couldn't be that bad though...unfortunately, it was...this time my belayer moved to a different zip code after I clipped the first few bolts...rock constantly raining down despite exercising much caution...I thought I must have cleaned it for my partner, but he had 20 lbs on me and knocked even more off following me up..."what was that? my hand hold..."what was that?" my foot hold....and so it went for 120 feet...perhaps the only consolation is that my memory of the first time included softball size rocks mixed in with the baseballs, golf balls and marbles, while yesterday it was baseball size on down...
which led me to wonder, despite all the choss I've climbed, which routes have I been on or belaying while the most rock has fallen off, not potentially fallen off, but rained down....immediately 2 other routes came to mind...the first pitch of Loveline, and Cross Your Heart...
needless to say, we sought the relative safety of the Monolith and Back Door yesterday...
your list? not just loose crap, but actual quantity of rock hitting the ground...