Wow, there is a lot of air under you. I remember pitch 8 was a 5.8 and that was about the last pitch of good rock.
Ha! Yup, there were a lot of pitches of not so great rock to come. I got used to seeing the loose stuff coming down and sailing out into oblivion on this route.
Oh man, that's just sick. Your photo makes me dizzy just looking at it. That must have been taken before the snowstorm hit us, eh?
Looks like a heck of a climb!
I stared too long and started tipping over in my chair.