Most memorable was a 30' 5.7 handcrack at Rattlesnake Gutter called 'Ground Out'. I had actually soloed it a couple of times before, but this time was very late in the day, almost dark, Steve and I were supposed to take our fiancees out for dinner, and we were already several hours late.
Our gear was on the tree ledge above the crack, and I could have walked around to retrieve it, but obviously the crack was faster. I'm whipped, so I'm climbing ultra cautiously, but five feet from the top this gigantic hairy spider popped out of the crack, and I instinctively try to brush it away. With both hands. I had enough time on the way to the ground to think, 'that
was really fucking stupid.' Then I noted the big block at the base rapidly approaching my face and reached out to push it away. But it all worked out. With an unimpeachable excuse we escaped homicide, and I had just enough time to get the cast cut off my arm a couple of days before my wedding. They did cut it off a week or so before they wanted, but women are weird that away about weddings. However, spiders and I have not gotten along so well since then.