bcombs wrote:
I wouldn't drag them out to an out of the way trad crag.... They likely won't have as good of a time, they aren't likely in hiking shape, a they are more likely to step on a copperhead and ruin your day.
There are copperheads at sport crags too, just skinnier ones.
Best overcrowding story I have:
Way back at the dawn of time when I started climbing my partners and I went to Left Flank on a Saturday afternoon hoping to get in some laps.
When we arrived at the crag we found it totally immersed in gumbiness (even more so than our gumbiness) and we got in line.
But what had happened at the crag was that one group had taken over everything. They had TRs set up on To Defy, Face Up, Bungle and Bro. Stair. We thought it was four separate groups, but in fact it was one huge glut of gumbiness...maybe 15 people total.
So we waited, but people in the group kept coming in from around the corner and hopping on the ropes that were hanging. We waited patiently until finally the day was beginning to wane and we still hadn't climbed anything. When both Face Up and Bungle were sitting empty we stepped up to the wall with our gear.
I asked the guy who seemed to be the leader of the menagerie if we could get on one of the two currently unoccupied (but claimed) routes and he said:
"We're from Michigan and we don't get to climb here much. So if you don't mind..."
I scowled at him. I was from Kentucky and didn't get to climb there much because of all the idiots from Michigan, Ohio, Indiana and Texas who hogged the routes all day.
"...and I want my wife to get a chance to do these before we take them down," he added.
About that time Bertha boom-badaed around the corner wearing lime green spandex and a tube top/sports bra. It was an ugly sight. Fat rolls flattened rhodo, knocked belayers into the bush and effectively cut us off from the crag completely.
All hope of getting on anything under 5.11 that day were dashed, as this vision of 90s era sport climbingness lumbered up to the base of the wall, tied in and began ripping edges off the wall.
She wasn't going to get up Face Up to that Crack with a boom truck, but her considerate husband was going to give her every opportunity to try. Hours would pass before the Michiganders would give in. We finally gave up and left, not wanting to enrage the guy's 500 lb. wife.
Y'know all the erosion and rounded edges at Left Flank? Started in force that day...