About 10-15 feet before the end, the crack narrow again--but luckily not
quite as narrow as at the start. Miraculously I found one last cam on
my rack, a .75 Camalot, and found a spot where it nested nicely.
Several feet higher the crack widen to an awkward size for me. With a
totally pumped out right arm, I botched a tricky jam and fell. I
sailed downward about 20 feet before coming to a stop. After a short
rest, I headed back up and managed to keep it together. I've never
been so relieved to clip into an anchor. I was totally spent. It
wasn't until I was back on the ground that I realized just how sore my right
bicep was!
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