Climbing on the Minuteman with Szykowski last fall, I got the pitch through some rotten shite in a sort of gully. Apparently it was the way to go. After traversing 30-40' from the belay, I started up, backed down, moved over, got a blue tcu (marginal), moved up, moved over, got a marginal nut and was rewarded with wonderful ropedrag. I finally committed to some face moves and pulling down on some rotten flakes that hung like the swords of Damocles above me. I made it to a tree stump and latched onto that thing like it was gonna disappear. I'm pretty sure one or both pieces would have ripped and I would have been looking at a nice, tumbling fall down the gully. I got to where I needed to set a belay and found blood where I don't even remember cutting myself. Phew I was glad when that pitch ended.