A thuggish start gains the open corner in the middle of the wall. A perplexing crux at the tombstone feature leads to easier climbing and a delicate finish. There's a big runout before the last bolt, but it's on easy terrain.
Three seasons, six visits, countless hours. What was it going to take to send my hardest project yet? Better fitness? A beta breakthrough?? A next generation belayer??? If you guessed the third option, then you must have spent some time on Prince. You would know how the belayer would have to somehow keep the rope tight during the tenous stemming off the deck, yet pay-out enough slack for the wild horizontal dyno, all while dodging the notoriously slimy slugs and voracious mosquitoes at the base of the climb. Could such a belayer actually exist? Yes, one does. Her name is Daphne.