About the first ascent: Joe popped a hook while drilling pitch 2 and took a long fall, the hand drill flying out and down into the scree below. That looked like the end of the day but Brian lowered down and hopped around the scree in too-tight rockshoes until he found the spoon sized drill. Joe was back on the sharp end.
Joe was drilling the last bolt when hoodlums on a school hiking trip started hurling rocks off the summit ridge - the winds were such that Joe and Brian could hear their every gutteral word but the hoodlums could not hear the team's calls of "climbers below". Joe stopped drilling and ran it out through a rockfall storm to a sheltered spot to drill a one bolt belay while Brian showed off his dodgeball skills and cussed the hoodlums. By the time Brian started following the pitch the rock tossing was down to one missile a minute and he was only hit by schrapnel of exploded limestone. After a last pitch of typical dodging and weaving , the route was complete, but the hoodlums were gone.