The anger was real, and from what Honnold had seen it was getting worse. As his list of victories grew, so did his list of enemies. Death threats had been sent to his office in Bozeman. The off-road vehicle suit Honnold had won had inspired someone—presumably a disgruntled ATV enthusiast—to leave an unlit gasoline bomb on the steps of the local ranger station. A note scrawled on the side read, “Bye, bye, fuckers, boom!” The West was caught up in a culture war, and for some people it was more than just a metaphor.
