The Web

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There was a time when you couldn't open a climbing magazine without seeing ads featuring some wannabe hardperson clinging to the sheer overhanging rock face that is the Web. Sure it's about 25 feet long and 100 yards from the parking lot and picnic tables, but something drew the early '90s sport climber crowd to this route like long-lost relatives to lottery winners. Now, the glory is gone, but the greasy slopers and crimps remain, polished not merely by overuse but by virtue of the slick quartzite they were hewn from, by nature fortunately and not Chris Alber. So, go to the top and throw down a TR to scope the holds, and after changing into your best pink lycra and matching pink/yellow harness, grit your teeth for the camera. Sponsorship is right around the corner!

4 draws, helpful to have a couple of medium Friends for belay or directional at the start.

Currently, the anchor bolts that pulled has been replaced in 2013.