I've regurgitated my Lamplighter tale to many a fellow climber - my mate took a whipper while I was belaying - in short, she got off route on the second pitch about a couple of metres before the top of the pitch (crazy offwidth that other lost leaders had confusingly chalked up), peeled off, a couple of pieces popped and she ended up level with me at the belay ledge at the end of the first pitch. Scared the bejeezers out of both of us. |