Mal and I took two beginners up to BP yesterday. We arrived there and the crag was basically defiled. Some rednecks must have spent an entire night drinking up there, chucking beer bottle after beer bottle over the edge. All told, we packed out four full shopping bags of broken glass, cans, cases, tp etc... The bottom and top of the cliff were entirely covered in broken glass. You could not even find a spot to flake out a rope. We spend the better part of the morning cleaning up the bottom before starting to climb.
Later that afternoon, I was on a ledge halfway up taking pictures. There was a climber on TR and Mal was belaying on the ground. Then a helicopter shows up and does a couple of close loops around the top of the hill. On the third pass it decided to land briefly on top. I had time to yell “glass” at the climber and the group at the bottom, before curling into the fetal position on the ledge, protecting my face. The down-draft from the landing helicopter blasted us with all the broken glass from the top of the cliff. The girl climbing was cut on the arm (not serious). Another shard blew into Mal’s chalk bag, which we only found later, when one the beginners cut his fingers going for chalk. My dog was terrorized.
This was one of the most surreal days at the crag I have ever had. An example of compounding circumstances creating a dangerous situation.
For anyone going up there, bring bags and gloves, there is still a ton of glass left. It is all over the ledges and bigger holds on the climbs as well.
Stef.