“ I remember hearing a yell or a scream of some sort, and then I heard something start to fall and
my first thought was that it was a haul bag ” said Cannon, who
was underneath a rock outcropping, known as a roof, and could only see out to his left.
Suddenly, Wells flew by, violently bouncing, rolling and sliding down the
granite face, he said. As frightening as that was, Cannon expected his fall to be arrested
by Klein, who, had they not been simul-climbing, would have been tied
into a fixed anchor bolt at the bottom of the pitch they were climbing.
Instead he heard Klein yell “ Oh f—!!! ” as the rope pulled him off the
wall. A split second later he too wooshed through the air, still attached
to the rope. Their free fall was halted for a split second when the rope
got snagged on a granite flake or block, but the force from two falling bodies was too much.
“ The rope exploded ” Cannon said. “ It was a blue rope, and we could see the white core strands fly out.”
'...I went up a few moves in a layback, rather pumped, and placed
a poxy RP. I tried to clip, the rope went whoosh, and I went all quiet.
Andrew started yelling "Below!, Below!!, Below!!!". I got back down to
the lip and I reached in and grabbed the block and swung in on
that, it came off instantly but I managed to grab the gear on the
wall (which I must of hit fairly hard). I got back to camp
and fell asleep for 24 hours...'