After the stonefall on the Rowell Route in 81, it seemed best to look elsewhere. We started with very little water but made good progress until Dale fell in the upper dihedral on the 2nd day and strained a tendon in his little finger. It also spooked him. We talked about it and then rapped to a ledge for the night. Next day we left for Seattle to hook up with Gary.  

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