- When moss is good
I was taking the bolt apart in order to put a hanger on the bolt when I drop the screw cap. I had two bolts, I needed one where I was and one more for the top. I said something like ,”f*ck I dropped the cap”, as I watched the cap drop away into the chimney below and in the general location where Nelkins was sitting 40 feet or so below me, the ground was another 100 feet below Nelkins. I pulled out the second bolt, took it apart and started putting the hanger on when I heard Nelkins from down below say “I felt it hit my leg”. We had about 15 feet of climbing before the summit where we had planned to use the second bolt to get down. Right about the time I finished putting in the bolt and I heard Nelkins say “ I found it”. The cap had buried itself in the deep layer of moss between his legs (somehow that does not sound right).
We topped out enjoyed the summit for a bit, put in the last bolt and rapped down. OCD Overdrive, 5.7, some count of bolts, some gear, lots of moss, good views, new summit, good weather, good day.