Upon reaching the logical belay point, I whipped out my drill and started drilling a ¼” hole to place a 1.5" belay bolt. We were running very low on good drill bits as lack of financial stability was unanimous and expending money into drill bits didn’t take precedent over visits to the mountain room bar prior to leaving on our granite voyage. As a result were in the habit of starting the hole with a dull bit and then breaking off the tip for a fresh, sharp edge to drill with. After 25 minutes of non-stop drilling my sad little hole was only ¾” deep.
I was loosing patience and tired of drilling so I yelled down to my partners, Jim Bridwell and Dale Bard, “let’s not haul from here, let’s just climb through and fix ropes. It’s taking too long to get the bolts in and I’m out of bits. Is it ok to belay off off 5 equalized rurps and a rivet?” Although this may seem ridicules the seam that the rurps were in was harder than a W*****’s heart and quite solid. Besides nothing like that had ever been done before to my knowledge and the pure novelty of it … I thought. Thankfully Dale strongly protested, as he would be the one cleaning the pitch so I slogged on and put in a 1” bolt, still very substandard for a belay, and backed it up with a rivet. The drilling must have taken an additional half-hour.
I knew that when Dale reached the anchors it would be an amazing photo op so I brought up the camera on the tag line and got positioned. Unfortunately it was so windy that when the time came one of my aiders blew up into the image and there was no way to stage his reaction so that’s why there’s this big blur in the photo behind his head.