Climbed the original route. The first pitch is a long bolt ladder, up a dirty drainage. I recommend wearing protective eyewear, as this doesn't get climbed much so it is very dirty. It was fun watching my partner wallow up the squeeze and being psyched I didn't have to lead it. The last pitch has surprisingly solid rock.
Disaster was averted on the summit as – upon reaching the tower’s highpoint in the earliest stages of a heat stroke – I nearly impaled myself on the folded cheater stick hanging on the back of my harness narrowly missing my hrem by mere two inches. Another visit to the Moab emergency room (though this one would’ve proven more difficult to explain no doubt) was thus avoided albeit a prize-winning shot for the “Here’s To Suffering” album was lost. Wyrick-Merrill is a nice climb - Shirley & I enjoyed it but Shirley wished she had ski goggles with her. Tad warm on Labor Day weekend.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)