It all feels like an unpleasant reminder that disasterous free solo falls happen,
even to people who are very good climbers.
And that we may have to live with the sometimes bad consequences of our risk choices for many years.
Or our survivors will be doing that.
I was bummed to see this the other day. Troy and I hung out a bunch BITD. In 1983 we tried a new route on Half Dome, but after a pitch with a completely closed off corner we started jokingly calling it The Big Drill. We bailed shortly thereafter though Bridwell ended up going up a few years later to finish it, drilling a massive number of holes if I recall correctly. Troy was always super fun and friendly to everyone. After his accident in 1991 Walt and I drove down to Visalia where he was in the hospital. He came out of a coma right when we got there, and as you might imagine, with Walt and I, we did our best to entertain him until the hospital staff kicked us out. Peace to Tobin, and RIP brother.