The crack above you runs forever. You reach and sink your hand up to the wrist, again and again, plugging cams at will. You're a hero. You're laughing. You couldn't fall if you tried. Suddenly the crack gets tighter. You can't get a hand jam; your feet won't go in. You grope desperately, losing skin. Two hours later you've dogged to the anchors, almost as exhausted as your belayer. The scars are mostly emotional, but there is a lot of blood.
Here is the link to a very detailed article about climbing off width cracks. I have never experienced an epic crack such as those descibed here but a girl can dream....
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