The start of the route requires you to be in the blast zone. Rocks wiz down around you from more than a thousand feet above. Helmet or not, if one of those catch you, it would be a closed-casket funeral for sure. There is also slab pitch up higher. You clip the rope to a 40-year-old angled piton, then climb diagonal and up for 40 feet across a slime-covered slab that is wet from the perpetually melting snow patch above. So if you do slip near the top, you are going for a tumbling, cheese-grating 80-footer... Read more at smileysproject.com.