You're wasting your time, Smack. It's 1960 in Yosemite ... right? On this side, Harding, Robbins, Chouinard, Herbert. On that side, pipe-smoking Sierra Clubbers pontificating about "unjustifiable risks". Throw down your ropes from Heart Ledge: The way down is over the summit. I'll meet you there.
Ever hear of the Crab Bucket? Crabs are good climbers. But you needn't put a lid on a crab bucket, because if one crab tries to climb out, the others will grab its legs and pull it back into the bucket. That is what is going on in this thread. Also known in EnZed as Tall Poppy Syndrome.
Ronnie's given to hyperbole and self-promotion. But he did what he said he would, raced solo to Hawaii (taking second in class) and then
brought a keelless boat 800 miles into SF Bay under its own power. Different risk calculus -- all of this was cake compared to Dawn Patrol, Fallujah. Certain crabs whose notion of adventure is motoring up and down the ICW, then maybe
a quick dash (motoring) to the Bahamas, want to pull him back in. Though I haven't yet done diddly on the ocean, I'd rather push the bold crab over the edge and shout, "Alright Ronnie! Now give us a claw, dude. I'm coming with you."
I got lots of time for people who do what they say they are going to, and who stake their ass as ante. I got no time for people who seek to minimize others' achievements to mask their own lack of same, or who hide their own risk aversion beneath a pallid face of wisdom.
We remember Harding, Robbins, Chouinard, and Herbert. Who were those Sierra Club guys again?