When I led the first 5.11 in Yosemite in '66, a resentful local went up and later pried a loose block from the crack so that a handjam was created where there had been space only for the tips of fingers. The route could then be downrated to 5.10c or d. This sometimes was how an outsider was welcomed. There is a parade of RV's the inhabitants of which peek out upon occasion to view Yosemite falls or El cap, excited as they observe Texas Flake, which they have believed has moved. Climbers throw their excrement off it packaged in paper bags which, as you stroll up along the base of the wall, you encounter.
People hang glide from the summit.
People parachute El Cap. Parapalegics prusik it. There is a type of climber who must do the Shield route on El Cap. They form a line at the foot of the wall. They are unfeeling and have no good connection with other people, like the climber in the 60's who, fearing a bust, swallowed his complete supply of acid and for years afterward struggled to make sense of what people were saying in conversation.