Looking down from high on the route at a rope. The picture does it little justice, but for our last 1/2 day on the wall we followed these two Germans that caught up to us (and we allowed to pass). They were somewhat of a spectacle to us. The leader, this long tall dude who lead every pitch and moved very fast and smooth, would simply tie off the rope and allow his second to jug' and clean the pitch. The second never tied into the rope, ever ... So for the last 1/2 day.. we followed right behind this bitter end of climbing rope jiggling up and down. We even had to toss it at times, away from cracks we were climbing. It was very eery almost spooky.