Hoodenett, 5.9

Looking down just after the second crux, an ever narrowing squeeze chimney that terminates in some strenuous jamming negotiating a small overhang. It's all there (especially if you look over your left shoulder), until immediately after the overhang where you might find yourself living thru a few tense moments with poor holds and bottoming cracks until you can clip the old rusty ring peg right below my foot. The piece below that is one of the smallest Aliens, a blue one I think.