I first spied this line on my escape from the east in '66. I pulled off at the Gallatin Tower pullout while extremely intoxicated. As I awoke from my daze, I swam across the Gallatin River as I was not aware of the bridge half a mile upriver. With soaking gear, I pioneered rope-solo techniques and ascended this gem.
Got in a fight with some thornbushes on the short first pitch into the base of the shaft. Broke the shaft up into 2 pitches, first was pretty messy and covered in bat poop and lots of big loose rocks. Second pitch in the shaft was pretty nice after 20 feet or so, we finished up on the right wall to get around the chockstone at the very top. Besides a few dents in the helmet from falling rocks, a sweet climb that made us scratch our heads once in while.
Rack - full rack of cams to #5, big nuts, lots of slings. No pins needed, they wouldn't hold in that shit anyway.