These nuts roped me in despite my knowing full well that these are the same two guys who climbed on Flies on a Pile. The roulette aspect of the route diminished each time the designated masochist went up for a new bolt. Out of my comfort zone but a rewarding experience nevertheless.
Brad was needing stuff, he trailed a rope to enable the procurement of various items. While sending up a socket, sling, or biners, JC moved upwards causing Brad to suddenly drop a couple of feet, causing spontaneous excitement.
We were uncertain of the end of route but the rock outside the chute at the top was relatively solid with big holds allowing a cool exit onto the headwall at the top. 12 feet to go?
Thanks guys for the invite.