In reply to harold walmsley:
The Gram Traverse finish to Oz on Drug Dome, Tuolumne.
Now I know this has pretty good gear, but not under the circumstances we climbed it!
In the last year the Beard and I climbed together before our terminal fallout, we were camping in the meadows, broke and permanently hungry. A couple of days earlier, we had inadvertently found ourselves in possession of six Hershey bars we had forgotten to pay for from the Ahwahnee Sweet Shop in the valley.
Four of the bars had already been eaten, so that morning I was looking forward to my Hershey bar breakfast. Alas, they were nowhere to be found in the tent. I asked the Beard, but he suddenly went dumb. About five minutes later I found the empty wrappers stuffed into the top of his sac!!!
The tw*t had eaten both in secret, and I was seriously pissed off. A row ensued, which turned violent (not for the first time) resulting in a bloody nose for me, and a black eye for him!
Eventually we made a truce, and made our way up to Drug Dome. All went well on Oz, until we reached the belay at the end of the third pitch and the start of the Gram Traverse, where the two Hershey bars reared their head again. After another furious row, the Beard headed off across the first pitch, and proceeded to put NO runners in at all.
We now had a game of bluff/chicken going on.
I followed the traverse, trying not to contemplate the swing if I came off, and also trying to display as much nonchalant bravado as you can on an unprotected 5.10 traverse with 600' below your feet.
When I reached the belay, the Beard gave me a snide grin, and licked his lips and rubbed his stomach.
Right I thought, two can play at this game, so I lead the second 5.10 pitch without putting any runners in too. I must admit, that I did start to shit myself a bit - especially on the last few moves when my arms started screaming and my feet started slipping on insecure smears, but I had a big grin on my face by the time I reached the big 5.5 holds leading from the end of the traverse to the top.
Unfortunately the expression on the Beards face was out of sight when he followed the pitch, but by the time he poked his head out from round the roof, he too had a big grin on his face.
There is a time and place to behave like petulant 12 year old brats, and the Gram Traverse is probably not one of those, but it certainly was one hell of a blast!