Main Wall 

We used to call this Papa Bear.

I got on to this in 1986 and went too far left and just shy of the big step 50 feet from the top of the cliff. It was too warm and I got caught in a slush cul-de-sac. I was wearing AT boots, Chouinard rigids and a pair of X-tools: one arced and one with the new (too short) reverse curve pick. I couldn't get anything to stick. I flamed out and when my right crampon sheared I took a graceful head-first 80~100 footer. I didn't hit anything so when I stopped bouncing I told my partner, Bob Horton, that it was his lead.