Safe Harbor was a nice area BEFORE the R&I guide was published circa 1992 [?]. Those guys really got some whiplash on that ego trip. I imagine the thinking went something like...
Douche Bag #1: I've saved my dope money for a year so we could buy some bolts, man.
Douche Bag #2: Cool dude! Chicks will dig us if we get a mini-guide published in one of those climbing rags!
Douche Bag #3: I just put that kick-ass 20 watt stero in my step dad's Firebird. We could blast that and put up some lines.
Douche Bag #1: Let's do this thing!
Douche Bag #3: Right on!
two years later...
Douche Bag #2: We fucked up dudes. Now every geek from Brooklyn to Richmond has decended on our little secret spot like locusts on corn.
Douche Bag #1: Yeah man, this is OUR spot. I'm going to get the neighbors to make some complaints to the cops. My half sister lives over the berm with her boy friend.
Douche Bag #3: My Yugo just dropped the pan. We need to walk home.
Douche Bag #3: It's nice here now. Only our buds get to score the same 40' climbs over and over and over...
Douche Bag #2: Killer!
Douche Bag #1: Let's cut down some more trees.
Autumn Arch was a better climb without the bolts or crowds. And I wasn't Douche Bag #1 or #3