“I “spotted” Kat Whipple as she set out to establish an unclimbed route in Indian Creek, Utah. What happened next turned out to be easily one of the top three most metal acts of rock climbing I’ve ever seen. Leaving the flake, Whip committed to an absolute horror fall. Zero, zero options for failure or retreat. I heard deep psychological pep talks to the higher mind and the basement dwelling animal. There were tears in my eyes as I watched a true death battle: a mix of brutal scrap-fight wrapped up in a mastery of technique. It was a moment of mastery. At one point I thought to myself, “she doesn’t realize how hard she’s climbing right now...” She was just going. Unstoppable. No option to fail. I’ve never, ever seen anything like it. It was art, and death, and life... mixed up before our eyes in a form of climbing I won’t claim to fully grasp. It was like magic. Scary, scary magic. Necromancy.”