Short Reports 2003
I have to keep a list of the Index climbs I’ve done.
|Godzilla (5.9)||Princely Ambitions p1 5.9+, p2 5.8||G.M. p1 5.8, p2 5.9|
|Heart of the Country (only p3, upper 5.10a crack)||The Lizard 5.8 (aka "Aries"), 4 pitches||Libra Crack (5.10a, haven't successfully led it yet)|
|Great Northern Slab (5.6)||Pisces (5.6)||Velvasheen (5.7)|
|Sickle Crack (5.7) (aka "Taurus?")||City Park (C1 - pitch 1 and 2)||Iron Horse (C2 - first pitch)|
|Beak! Beak! Beak! (5.9) w/original finish|
Eagle Creek Skiing, December 27, 2003
This is the Eagle Creek near Eagle Rock, Townsend Mountain, and Eagle Lake, the region bordered on the west by Baring and Merchant peaks. I skied up the Forest Service Road, able to drive to 1 mile past switchbacks, at 2400 feet. Once in the Eagle Creek valley, the snow became deep. I made it 4.5 miles in to just below a ridgetop at 3800 feet, because I was tired as could be. I did see Baring Peak and Merchant Peak, with dark clouds behind them. Despite a forecast for storm today, I was in the sun for long periods. The views were pretty broad and open in this valley. With more time or better snow, it would be great to continue to Eagle Lake. Now that I’m home looking at a map, I see I would have gone through a “Paradise Meadow” to get there. That knowledge might have been enough inspiration to keep me going! The trip down had some gliding, but the angle just wasn’t steep enough to feel like I was really skiing. Hurry and use the tracks before they are gone! 3 hours up, 1.5 hours down.
Joshua Tree Climbing, December 23, 2003
Kris and I climbed for about a 1/2 day here on these formations:
Trashcan Rock - “B-2” (5.3): Pretty nice crack climb, which Kris followed. “Tiptoe” (5.7): bolted slab climbing.
“Karpkwitz” (5.6): thin crack over a bulge.
Atlantis Wall - “Men with Cow’s Heads” (5.5): pretty steep crack climb for a 5.5. “Wet Pigeon” (5.8): Only on top-rope,
the boulder problem start made me pause.
Hemingway Buttress - “White Lightning” (5.7): A really great hand crack with off-width start. I had some difficulty
cleaning the route, because Kris couldn’t lower me all the way. So I fixed the line at the top, rappelled, cleaning gear.
Then I reclimbed the route using a prusik self-belay. Then I coiled the rope to go find a rap station that would let
me descend from the buttress with a single rope rappel. By the time I was down, it felt like I’d done three climbs.
It actually started to rain, so we left.
Kris and I spent the late afternoon hiking to an “oasis” in a bowl between mountains. It was about 3 miles round trip. On the way back, I went cross-country across some ridges and basins, eventually meeting up with Kris at a high pass with views of the town of 29 Palms. Their lights were coming on and it looked purdy.
Crystal Mountain Skiing, December, 2003
I skied a bunch of blue runs here, making several trips on “Downhill,” “Mr. Magoo,” “Rolling Lanes,” “Stump Farm,” “Gold Hills,” “Lucky Shot,” “Gandy’s Run,” “Greenback,” and “Kelly’s Gap Road.” Pretty tired by the end.
Steven’s Pass Skiing, December 14, 2003
Kris and I went skiing at the pass. We rented alpine gear, and did pretty well. We skied green runs, and a blue run together. I did a few more blue runs. Very fun with short skis. Kris was lovely, as ever. We’ll be back for more!
Exit 38 Dry Tooling, December 4, 2003
Alex and I each led the M3+/M4 bolted line on the Black Ice Wall. I nearly died of pain when my fingers froze near the top - I had foolishly worn fingerless gloves. The severe wind froze them quickly, and the re-warming was sooo painful. The climbing was fun though, gotta get back for the rest of the “routes.”
Exit 38 Dry Tooling, November ?? 2003
Aidan Haley and I used a few hours to go dry tooling…in the pouring rain. Definitely a silly thing to do, but we had a great time top-roping a route at the “Black Ice Wall” of Exit 38.
Alpental ice, November 22, 2003
Alex Krawarik invited me for some ice climbing possibilities at Alpental. We both expected to find something, based on the cold temperatures in Seattle. Hiking up the trail to Source Lake, we stopped to investigate the Alpental Falls, which were spraying water. Another cliff about 1/2 mile in didn’t have enough ice. Finally, we tried mightily to reach ice about 400 feet above Source Lake. I snow-shoed up a slope of deep and powdery snow. It became steep enough that I might slide back a few feet, or at least cover myself in snow while fighting with the slope. Alex went ahead further, and realized the way wouldn’t work. So we went down (with a great slide over a cliff, fun!), and tried again on the other side of a rocky buttress. Alex led the way for a long time, then sent me in front for a steep gully. I progressed by inches gained with great effort. We gave up on this route too, and made our way over to the Rap Wall.
At the Rap Wall we met a host of folks that Alex knew: Tim L., Tim M., John, Frank, Justin (hope I got all the names right). Justin led a route on the left, but couldn’t reach the anchors above the last bolt. Tim Matsui and Alex worked to free an ice-covered top-rope from a route on the right. Finally, Tim L. led the middle line, so we ended up with three ropes available for TRs if desired. I only attempted the TR on the right, which was pretty exciting and enjoyable, despite my very poor performance. First, thin ice over rock on a steep ramp leading up and left. Then, an awkward transition to turn and face right for an intimidating and improbable traverse up and right. With one good ice foothold, I placed my tools on verglas-covered ledges and committed to the traverse (using phrases like “committed” on a top-rope seems kind of silly, but indicates my state of mind - it was scary anyway!). Tiny nubbins of rock for crampon points allowed me to keep going, and higher ledges for tools gradually made it possible to reach a decent ledge for feet. This was really strenous, I fell a couple of times attempting it. Alex made some comment about hauling me up and I realized that he was. What a sad sack I am, I thought. Oh well, there were a few easy moves, then I tried a few times to reach a big rock that I could hook with my tools. After a few attempts I made it, then continued up thin ice to just below the anchor. An awkward move which involved hugging an ice bollard and scraping away on bare rock with crampons allowed me to stand up at the anchor. Although this was by far the easiest route there (M6? M7?), it was too much for me - but I enjoyed getting to explore it.
Alex worked on the middle line to a high point, and Tim M. had an exciting lead fall trying to reach the anchors for the left line. I tried the route one more time, successfully making it to the start of the traverse without falling (yay!). I needed to get home, so Alex and I left.
Mailbox Peak, November 10, 2003
With Carlos Pessoa. We made pretty quick work of this hike, reaching the summit in 2 hours - I think that means we climbed a bit more than 2000 feet per hour. I had not really been looking forward to this long slog of a hike on a morning trip, as you have to climb so far to get any views. However, things went more quickly than I expected, probably because the last time I came here with Peter Chapman, we had knee deep snow to climb through in the last mile. The final hike up rocky ground with light snow to the summit was really enjoyable, with a favorable wind and the morning sun for dramatic affect. On top, we found the mailbox, but also a host of new items including a ladder, a fire-hydrant and an American flag. We played around with these items as best we could, then turned for home. 4 hours round trip.
Silver Peak, October 24, 2003
Carlos and I parked on the road below Silver Peak, where the PCT crosses. We hiked up the trail for a climb of Silver Peak, but started to worry that we missed our turnoff onto a “faint” trail leading to the summit. We decided to “give up” on the trail, and bushwhack our way up a cliff band and brush instead. This felt like a pretty crazy idea for a quick morning hike, but we were curious about how we’d do. Right away we scrambled on steep and muddy broken cliffs, making liberal use of brush handholds. We were on a sort of ridge with alternating steps of cliff and brushy level sections. After about 30 minutes, we came to a streambed that led into a wonderful large heathery basin on the east side of the peak. We admired the sunrise on nearby peaks, and walked up talus and heather slopes to a weakness in the cliffs that ringed the basin. There were a few moves of 5.0 rock climbing on solid rock. I would make a move, then wait for Carlos to finish it. After this excitement, we connected with the regular trail on the ridge, and followed it to the summit. There was a great panorama all around, and our unusual ascent route added to the fun of the morning. We had to get back to start the workday, so we rambled down the trail. We found that we should have kept walking another 10 minutes to find it on the way up, but we enjoyed our unusual climbing route. Into the car and off to work!
Mount Si, October ??, 2003
Carlos P. and I hiked up Mount Si for an early morning exercise. It was really neat, because on top of the haystack we were far above the clouds. A great “cloud sea” lay below us. It was Carlos’ first trip up there, I’m glad I could share this popular hike with him. Here is a picture.
Index climbing, September 28, 2003
In the early evening, Theron and I climbed Godzilla, it was his first time on the route. A bit tough, but manageable! We were both tired due to a long break from rock climbing (more than a month!). As it got dark, we simul-climbed up Pisces, and rappelled in inky darkness.
Little Si, September 21, 2003
I went with Ren and Kyle, two great small fellas for their first mountain climb. We took the scramble route up the peak, complete with some 3rd, 4th and even 5th class climbing to the summit. It was the classy, sassy way! They were excellent fun on the trail, and cheerful climbers as well. On the summit I drank all of Kyle’s water, so he had to borrow some from Ren. I had been irresponsible and forgotten water of my own! On the way down, we consumed as much sugar as possible, eating all the candy in their backpacks. A great day out!
Grand Park, September 13-14, 2003
Kris and I went backpacking at Mt. Rainier. We parked at Sunrise and made a trip through Berkeley Park to Grand Park. It was awesome! Great weather Saturday, and clouds came in Sunday afternoon. We saw many marmots.
Cascade Pass, August 30, 2003
I took my sister Cathy up to see the beautiful views here. Unfortunately, there was a fire on Johannesberg Mountain, and in the parking lot we could barely see the cliffs and glaciers that make it so dramatic there. The park rangers gave us a heather plant to carry up, we were happy to do so. As we hiked the visibility improved, and by the time we got up it was just a very hazy day. That was much better than what we had below! Cathy lives in Oklahoma, and doesn’t have any mountains to hike up. So I was impressed with her pace and she seemed to enjoy it too! We talked about squirrels, mountain climbing, roping (her husband Joe is an experienced calf roper), and funny experiences of our youth. One time, my mom tried to kill a rooster with an axe, but apparently the axe bounced off his neck! Good times…Anyway, we lounged on top of the pass for an hour, eating sandwiches. After seeing a marmot, we headed down and drove for a milkshake at the Cascade Berry Farm. Thanks for coming Cathy!
Snow Lake, August 2, 2003
Kris and I hiked to the Snow Lake at Snoqualmie Pass on this fine afternoon. We had a fun time. A nice lady complimented Kris on her pretty hair. We said thanks and felt good. There were many interesting small dogs. On the way out, one particular dog was amazingly cute. He was white and furry, quite small, and tilted his head at the exact angle that elicits maximum emotion. With small paws whirring rapidly to keep up, the head properly tilted, and a worried somewhat strained expression, he captured our hearts.
Index Climbing, July, 2003
Theron and I drove out for a small bit of climbing early in the morning. First we climbed G.M. pitches 1 and 2. Pitch 2 looks so intimidating from the belay, as it goes up to a roof and underclings to a steep wide crack on the right. But once you commit to the moves, you find they are all there in a solid (stolid? (STONKER?)) way. Like me, Theron finished this pitch breathing harder than he expected to! Now for “Heart of the Country”, pitch 3, rated 5.10a. I got a great nut placement in at the start, made sure I was comfortable and took off for some semi-insecure finger jams and thin hand jams. I pasted my feet on the golden face and moved steadily up. When I could get my first real hand jam, I placed a black Metolius cam. I climbed higher, feeling my legs shake a little bit, but overall not needing to stop and rest. One more cam placement would protect my launch into the final overhanging section. But what the crack dishes out in angle, it gives back with solid jams for hands and feet. One…two…three…four… I marked time as hands and feet locked in place. I was done! I placed a #3 Camelot at the top just in case I pitched off on the easy mantle finish. Now I want to climb “Breakfast of Champions” I wonder how much harder it is?!?
Theron started, and had a really hard time. He doggedly worked the perplexing jams with withering arms and great displays of strength. It was really good practice for him, and after lots of work he arrived on top. “I wonder if I’ll ever climb that free?” he mused. “In time…in time,” I soothed. We repaired to our duties near the Sound.
Index Climbing, July, 2003
Josh and I went out for some fun. I was feeling excited to climb the 2nd pitch of City Park (5.10b), not realizing it was over my head! So I lead up Godzilla for the 2nd time. It felt mostly easier than before, except for the layback which felt just as strenuous if not more. I really like the crack climbing above the layback. Josh came up, having trouble with the layback but successfully free climbing the cracks above (nice job!). I got my fingertips into tiny cracks of the 2nd pitch, and made some tenuous moves. I got a nut into a very bad placement that would only hold if I pull straight down (I need to buy new tiny nuts). Trying a few times, I got a little higher each time, but an important ledge was just out of reach. Expecting the crack climbing to be 5.8 from there, I used some slings to aid my way up to a good nut placement at the ledge ( at which point the bad nut fell out). Trying to free climb again, I was impressed by the stout moves required to stand up on the block. I had a good fingerlock with the right hand, but just couldn’t commit to get up in there. I saw that it would be hard climbing for a while from that point, so I lowered off the nut to the belay and we rapped. Thanks for catching my falls Josh! Next we climbed “The Sickle (5.7)” which is a great hand traverse. I tried to finish via “Blockbuster (5.9)” but the awkward exit moves of the block repelled me. Belaying at the base of the Aries chimney, I brought Josh up. I wanted to climb the chimney again in better style than a few weeks ago. I stepped up and placed a cam in the back of the chimney, then moved out and began inching my way up. Very soon I was above the cam for a long somewhat fearful journey with my back on the smooth wall and one foot on the opposite wall. If I fell I would hit the belay ledge. Will my leg get too tired and give out? How do I manage these worries? Ok, just keep climbing. I reached a pocket for an orange 4-cam behind my head and clipped in. On the previous climb I made a mistake here and abandoned the chimney technique. This time, I just kept “chimneying” to the top for a much easier exit. Yay! I did it with a minimum of whimphering! I was pretty happy. I went to the belay and Josh started up. But the cam I had placed was really too big for the crack and had apparently walked in a ways. Josh kept trying to clean it for about 10 minutes, wedged awkwardly in the crack. He realized he couldn’t get it, and combined with already being worn out from Godzilla, he decided to save the climb for another day. I rappelled down and while Josh held my rap rope in a “fireman’s belay,” struggled to clean the cam. After about 8 minutes I got it. Yay! We made one more rappel to the ground, and home. My assessment: “Index is hard!”
The Tooth, July 12 2003
I had a morning free to go for a hike, and started up the Snow Lake trail planning to do something interesting. Maybe Bryant, Chair, Snoqualmie or the Tooth? The Tooth looked pretty good as I reached the overlook to Source Lake. I’d never been up there with no snow before. Wow, it’s definitely more tedious, as you are hopping boulders for a mile or so. The climb was great. I was on the summit 2 hours and 10 minutes after leaving the trailhead. I hung out for a while, then descended. I’d never taken the North Ridge before, but found this to be a very straightforward route. On the way out there were numerous parties on the climb. One couple arrived below Pinapple Pass, and promptly turned around when I said there were several other parties on the route. How can you expect solitude here on a sunny Saturday? I stopped to admire the views above Source Lake, it’s very pretty there. Once on the Snow Lake trail again, I encountered dozens and dozens of hikers. In one case, a man and the infant on his back looked so alike I tripped. In another case, a woman had a dog leash attached to her like a chest harness. The dog was still 20 feet ahead of her! Many bored teenagers and dogs wandered by. I was back home at 12:30 pm.
Index Climbing, July ??, 2003
Alex, Summer and I drove out for a few hours. I led the first pitch of Princely Ambitions (5.9+), finding it much easier this time, but still a really exciting and fun route. Then Summer led the second pitch, a really neat 5.8 hand crack that widened to a few chimney moves, then featured stemming and more hand jams at the exit. We hiked an exposed ledge over to Beak! Beak! Beak! (5.9), and Alex roped up for the lead. His eye was drawn to the slabs to the right of the climb, so he switched to that. I forgot the name, but it had nice slab climbing. He moved back into Beak! Beak! Beak! and had a few enjoyable moves, then finished in a ridiculously overgrown crack to a tree anchor. Lowering off, he then belayed Summer on a top rope of that climb and part of the slab on the right. Then I top-roped Beak! Beak! Beak!. I really enjoyed the lower section. Nice jams allow you to place some gear then lieback for a few moves. The upper part, with so much vegetation is kind of funny: huge clump of dirt and moss followed by an excavated handhold. Repeat 3x! We made two rappels, reaching the ground at nightfall.
Index Climbing, July 4, 2003
Theron and I had a few hours to stop by. We did the monster 4-pitch Aries (aka “Lizard”) climb! Not really, each pitch is only about 30 feet long, but with some sustained or difficult 5.8 on each one. First a short fist crack to a ledge that had me breathing hard on the exit moves. Then a really nice finger crack in a left-facing corner. Then a flaring chimney that felt really hard. I tried to follow some good advice and stay on the outside of the chimney. I ventured into the back to place a cam, then came back out for more upward progress (back and one foot on one wall, one foot on the other wall). Where I ran into trouble was in the exit moves. I placed a small cam near the top, then floundered around and eventually hung there for a while. I just couldn’t find a needed handhold. Finally I got close to exiting, then my rack of gear hung up on the small cam, leading to a short fall. I think I did a 5.10 variation to finally exit. Either way, I was completely wasted at the top. Theron came up, finding it pretty tough. We got really schooled by this thing. The last pitch was much easier, and really fun because of the great exposure stepping out from under a roof after a 15 foot leftward traverse. Then some nice jamming took us to the three-bolt anchor on the Great Northern Slab. We rappelled, and I tried to lead Libra Crack (5.10a), but couldn’t get past the short difficult section. I fell two times onto a red 4-cam that I had placed high from the belay. I was perplexed, because I’d climbed it okay on top-rope before. So Theron led the classic Great Northern Slab pitch, and we rapped down. Then a guy came along and soloed everything we had done at least twice in 15 minutes!
Index Climbing, July 1, 2003
Alex and I came late after work. Princely Ambitions was full (tsk tsk) so we went to “The Country” where I led the first pitch of G.M. (5.8). The pitch had a lot of walking on ledges, but a really nice steep flake that could be jammed and liebacked. Alex followed, then headed up for pitch 2, which climbed awesome overhanging flakes to a nice ledge with bolts. He clipped a bolt, then launched off for “Heart of the Country,” a sweet 5.10a handcrack that led to more bolts up and right. Problems with rope drag and maybe too much protection tired him out pretty good, so he lowered off and sent me up to reach the anchor. I really enjoyed climbing up to the high point via jamming, liebacking, and good fingerlocks. I rested there for a moment, then enjoyed the sinker hand jams to the final bit, where I placed a last piece of gear. Above, I kept jamming until I reached the ledge. Wow what a great climb!!! Alex came up, also really happy with it. We rappelled, then Alex TR’d “Phone Calls from the Dead (5.11b).” It looked like a pretty neat climb, but the rating scared me away. Alex worked on a dicey mantel move above a pleasant crack system, then came down. He convinced me to give it a try. I was stopped by the same move, then contrived to do it a little differently by using two hands on the good handhold on the right, then rock onto my left foot placed a little lower and closer to me than was intuitive. It took several tries, but it eventually worked. Above, I pinched some knobs then reached an edge that could be gripped from the right, and provided easier progress for a few steps. It was getting late, and my last moves involved a sucker hold on the left that left me standing up on knobs with nowhere to go. I should have moved right towards the chain anchors. Pretty fun actually! Another rappel reached the ground, and eventually home.
Index Climbing, June 27, 2003
Josh W. and I went out before work. It was his first time to visit the fabled Index crag. We started the day off “right” with a climb of Godzilla (5.9). It was my first time to climb this classic pitch I had heard so much about over the years. I protected the first moves with a few small nuts, then reached a large pointy flake that marks the beginning of the ascent up a very steep long crack. Two cams below provided some confidence as I launched into the rather long lieback. A brief rest on the ledge above, and I climbed again with a 2 inch crack for my left hand, and a wide fist/hand crack for the right. I was approaching a roof and wondering how to get around it. A great cam placement under the roof, and I ventured above it on the right, thankful for awesome handholds on a ledge. From the ledge, I stepped left to an amazingly exposed ledge near the anchors. I was surprised to be here so quickly, having previously attained this point only via the “City Park” aid climb. A nut and a cam protected the solid moves up and left in a fingercrack. I reached the anchor and yodeled briefly. What a great steep pitch, but with good rests and protection! It’s going on my regular play circuit, that’s for sure! Josh came up, enjoying the climbing, but noting that he hadn’t climbed much since a trip to Vantage in February. He did great through the burly lieback, then had trouble in the cracks below the roof. The judicious use of a cam as a moveable handhold allowed him to get past the difficulty. He arrived at the belay, and we admired the morning display of peaks. A double rope rappel got us down (a single 60 meter with stretch would probably juuuust make it).
Then we went to the Slab and climbed the second pitch of The Lizard (aka Aries) (5.8). This is a great short finger crack. We continued up the Pisces hand crack (5.6) to a bolted belay. Josh led the last pitch of Great Northern Slab, then we made 3 rappels to the ground. Josh’s quote: “Index is hard!”
Index Climbing, June 5, 2003
Maria T. and I went for a quick climb of Great Northern Slab. It was fun to introduce someone to this great crag. We climbed the normal three pitches, then did a double rope rappel from the top with another party who climbed the route just ahead of us. A few pictures to come…
Leavenworth Climbing, May 17, 2003
<a href=images/aidanbelay.jpg>Aidan</a> and I had a 3/4 day for some climbing. We drove out to Leavenworth and immediately got onto Careno Crag. I led the first pitch, finding it “dang tough”! My honor gradually crumbled on this pitch. There is a stout 5.10 crux on the thin crack about 20 feet up, where you need to make delicate face climbing moves when the crack turns into a seam. I took a controlled fall onto a nut here and tried again. This time I made it, but it was <a href=images/mcarenoc.jpg> touch and go</a> ! I thought the difficulties were over as I clipped the first bolt on the second half of the pitch - a bolted face going up and right. Perhaps it was due to being tired from the first moves, but I think I ended up hanging from every subsequent bolt, and finally yarded up on the quickdraw attached to the last bolt. In true “Ben Stiller” fashion, Dave Bale walked up and got to watch me flail ignominiously. Aidan followed, also finding the pitch difficult. But the next pitch was great - a beautiful <a href=images/aonccrag.jpg>5.7 hand crack in a corner</a> . I talked with Dave about different mountain climbs, man, he’s really been around. The 3rd pitch was an equally pleasant 5.8 crack in another corner. The 4th pitch? Who knows - we were too afraid! But seriously, it appears to be harder than the first pitch, and we’d had enough of that, so we hiked down. Good first visit though…
Now <a href=images/aonmeatg.jpg>Aidan led “Meatgrinder (5.10a),”</a> on Alphabet Rock. It climbs a 5.9 handcrack past a difficult move to gain a ledge. Then very awkward moves are made to get out of a flaring pod designed to repel any foothold you might try to find. Aidan was able to protect this crux move with a cam placed high. He had a good hand jam, and figured out a good sequence after a few tries - nimbly working his feet out to a face on the right so he could reach a higher hand jam. 5.8 jamming leads you to the anchor. I found the first difficult move tough, nearly slipping (the angles were all wrong!). In the flaring pod, I somehow found a technique where my legs rubbed together, and the right leg rubbed against the wall. This small amount of additional friction allowed me to take some wait off a hand so it could reach a higher jam. It was very strange, but I was elated at the technique (Leg stacking?). So I escaped with fewer bloodstains!
Finally, we went to Castle Rock and climbed “The Fault (5.6)”, and “Catapult (5.8)”. The Fault was fun, especially following with a pack! It’s a cute little chimney with a tree, and a few nice hand jamming moves to get out onto a face. I ended up hanging the pack between my legs so I could put my back on one wall and my feet on another. Catapult has an intimidating appearance because you climb an overhanging wall. I was relieved to find such bomber hand jams, that I didn’t mind the <a href=images/mecatapult.jpg>huge air beneath me</a> . There was a great fixed hex to clip the rope to, and it’s easy to protect the route with cams. I came to “Stoner’s Ledge,” and was enticed to keep going by a fun blocky crack on the left. Then easy but occasionally mossy climbing led higher. I ended up reaching Logger’s Ledge in a full pitch on our 60 meter rope. Actually, I couldn’t reach it, but I could tie on to a stout bush that was on the ledge. Aidan came up, feeling a little tired but overall enjoying the climb. Now we returned home, where I picked up Kris so we could attend a “Margaret Cho” concert. I don’t know why I put her name in quotes, wierd, huh? It was a LAFF RIOT!
Index Climbing, May 11, 2003
Kris, Theron and I drove to Index in the late morning for a half day of climbing. We climbed the Pisces route, it was Kris’s first time and she had been looking forward to it. She did great, but had to rest on the rope while cleaning some gear. This made her feel bad, so after Theron led pitch 3 to the top, we rapped down and let her climb the great hand crack again. This time she didn’t have to stop for anything. Her practice and determination to climb hand cracks has really paid off! I’m proud of her!
We rappelled down and went to climb Princely Ambitions (5.9+). I had started it a month before but rain caused me to rappel off at the bolt, so this would be my first lead of it. Also my first “Index 5.9” climb, lead or follow. The detail of this report may be boring so you can skip it. But it made a big impression on me so here goes:
The route has two or three scary parts. For one thing, it is a full 50 meter pitch. There is one bolt near the bottom. Above the bolt is an awkward 5.8 mantle onto a small ledge. Then nice but exposed 5.7 crack climbing to increasingly blank terrain. Gulp! Now you have the 5.9 crux of the route. I tried to climb it “wrong” at first: chalk on ledges led me out and right but TOO SOON! I carefully reversed the moves. On tiptoe I could continue climbing a flake straight up, where I placed the important yellow cam. Now I was required (and ready, thanks to pro) to move right, having to trust that a handhold would appear to keep me in balance, because the feet going around the corner are mere smears on chalky dimples. There was a hold, but it wasn’t great - I kept moving right to a marginal stance. I was already feeling tired!
I had to take another step higher, that’s better. Now a thin finger crack allowed a decent nut placement. Now what?
A long leftward hand traverse with a licheny, overhanging wall above and beneath! I worried about the nut that I placed with a pull from the left. Would it hold? I fiddled with a micronut on the start of the traverse. I don’t remember if I placed it or not, because now I was running out of gear with a long ways to go.
Without feeling ready, I entered the committing traverse. Breathing deliberately, I curled my fingers around a crack in the back of the ledge and pasted my feet. Hands shuffling, I made it across the ledge and somehow climbed up onto the ledge to a stance. I slammed in an orange metolius, and had some difficulty clipping the rope to it. I stood here a while, recovering.
Then I was moving again, the leftward traverse leading me into a steep but blocky dihedral that curved gradually up. I had two slings left and no quickdraws. The exposure was enormous, as I had traversed into the weakness of a generally overhanging wall. Another crack, this one with a fixed cam. It looks good, I’ll just clip a biner to it! How long have I been climbing? 30 minutes? It feels like forever. I dimly know that I’m past the worst difficulties, but how can you trust a book more than your fingers and toes? I pass two protection opportunities with regret - I need to conserve. In the blocky dihedral good ledges appear. I place a thin nut. I climb to the next ledge, 15 feet below the exit moves. Here I find a bomber nut placement with the largest nut I have (#13?). I clip a locking biner and sling to it. No more slings, and all my remaining gear has been placed on just three biners. I’m pretty tired, but I need to climb. The dihedral begins to overhang, but it’s climbable due to favorable ledges and good flakes on the side walls. A rattley hand jam in the only bad rock on the route supports me as I fumble with my right hand for a high hold. I find The Proverbial Bomber Ledge and I’m safe, I know it! My feet swing free, I do a pull up, eye scanning for foot-holds. The sun is in my eyes now, the ledge is golden warm. Regaining caution, I move steadily to the belay, not speaking until I’m clipped in.
Ahh, such relief! Looking back a few days later I realize that I never really felt secure since the traverse. Even though I placed a fair bit of gear, and the climbing eased off after the traverse, the exposure was very great. I think if I had doubled up on a placement at the end of the traverse my mind could have been at more rest. Now Theron started climbing. I didn’t envy him, because the climb wasn’t very straightforward and he’s still new to rockclimbing. I could imagine a few moves that might give him trouble. Right away, he did run into a difficulty at the mantle moves that get you from the face into a crack. He was thinking about lowering off at that point, but finally went for the moves and climbed past the difficulty. “Great!” I thought, but I also thought the next part would be harder. I was thinking about how to retrieve my gear from the climb if he lowered off. It wouldn’t be easy. I think I’d need to rappel down and clip the rappel ropes into the gear down to the lowest placement, then reclimb the pitch with a prussik in order to clean gear.
But there was no need for that, because Theron climbed with considerable skill past the 5.9+ move on the face to a finger crack, then launched into the traverse and the rest of the climb. I was really impressed! My mind was whirring with processing this amazing climb. Theron and I talked with Brent for a while, he was climbing with Chris who happens to be a co-worker’s husband - what a small world! We set up the double rope rappel and were soon on the ground. It was Theron’s longest rappel yet, and it overhangs a bit, so it’s very nice.
Now I’m excited to climb it again! And this time I want to climb pitch 2, and then Beak! Beak! Beak!, which is 5.9. What a great three pitch climb that will be! Thanks to Kris for waiting while Theron and I climbed this. She got some pictures from the railroad tracks too. We drove back to our house and worked on a movie for a while, and called it a (great) day.
Index Climbing, April 4, 2003
Still eager for Princely Ambitions I was back, this time with Chris Koziarz. We arrived in early evening, somewhat delayed by a serious car accident on highway 2. What do you think the weather was like? It was raining, of course. We hiked up to the base of Roger’s Corner (5.9) to check it out. Though it is reputed to be dry on wet days, the start was wet enough to turn us away. Instead, I led the short 5.8 fist crack, and continued up to the railroad bolts (I think the fist crack is called the Lizard first pitch?). Chris came up and climbed the Twin Cracks. Then we top roped Libra Crack/Pisces, and rappelled down to the bolts. Naturally, the rope got stuck in the dark, and I climbed up to retrieve it. Oh well, the next morning we set out for Dragontail Peak!
Index Climbing, April 1, 2003
As befitted April Fool’s Day, three Fools left work a bit early and drove out to Index. Kris and Theron were excited to climb Pisces, a great 5.6 hand crack. We arrived in the rain, but continued up anyway. As it became dark quickly, Kris sacrificed her position on the rope after the first pitch to let Theron follow me on Pisces. He did really well, and after making rappels in the dark, our team repaired to a dinner in the beautiful Taco Bell dining room.
Index Climbing, March 30, 2003
Kris and I went out to Index and climbed the three pitches of Great Northern Slab together. This was really fun, as usual. Then Kris belayed me on a top rope of Libra Crack (5.10a). That was pretty exciting, especially because I didn’t fall. I look forward to going back and leading it soon. Then I got excited to lead Godzilla (5.9+), but a slimy wet start scared me away. We saw people on Princely Ambitions (5.9), and I got really excited to climb that. After climbing a chimney to a slab where I clipped a bolt, it started to rain fairly heavily. I rationalized that an overhang above would provide protection, and kept going. But a difficult mantel move above the bolt convinced me I should bail. I downclimbed a bit then jumped for the short fall onto the bolt, where Kris lowered me to the ground. A nice guy came down and retrieved my carabiner. Foiled by rain!!
Mount Si, March 12, 2003
It was about 11 pm, we’d just finished a wonderful dinner at home (we tend to eat late). I felt the need to hike, so I hopped in the car, arriving at the trailhead ‘round midnight. It took me one hour to reach the 3 mile marker on the regular Mount Si trail. I had a great view of lights from homes near North Bend, filtered by trees. Since I had to get up for work soon, I figured that was enough, and retraced my steps home. Wierd, huh?
Mount Si, March 2, 2003
Kris was going to join me but the soggy rain outside convinced her to stay warm and dry at home. I hadn’t even hiked in a month, so I figured I should go for the exercise. I decided to hike the old trail. I have a new reason to like it - the new Little Si trail. It’s very nice how it goes steeply up along a rocky slope above the parking lot, providing views of the neighborhood along the river. Is there any better start to a trail in the I-90 corridor? Methinks not. I kept my jacket in my pack and used an umbrella to stay dry, getting the occasional quizical stare from groups of hikers clad in GoreTex. I could tell they felt much safer in the latest fabrics as the rain dribbled down their hoods and along the seams! I got to thinking about South American volcanos and the mummies found up there. This mingled well with “The Rite of Spring.” To my surprise, I saw about 10 hikers on the old trail. One old man was pretty miffed. Maybe I’ll be him one day? Another fellow in plastic boots and full-length gaitors accosted me for my unpreparedness: “You’ve got a coat in that pack, right?” “oh undoubtedly sir.” The rain turned to thick flakes of snow, and the trail became really icy. Sometimes I delicately balanced and traversed between tree-handholds. There was a traffic-jam near the top. In the thick snow and fog I took a wrong turn on my way to the benches below the haystack, and got to do some exciting bouldering. I left the haystack alone today.
Mount Erie rock climbing 2/15/2003
Robert Meshew invited Theron, Kris and myself to go climbing at Mt. Erie. I’d been once before 6 years ago when I learned to rappel on a glacier mountaineering class. We did a few great climbs (I’ll post pictures when I get them). Robert and Theron did “Tyndell’s Terror (5.7)”, which I missed. I climbed two crack climbs to the left of that, finding them both pretty interesting. (I think one was “Leaning Crack (5.6)”, and then “Psycho Crack (5.8)”, which did feel a little psychotic). Kris and I then climbed “Nice and Easy (5.7)”, topping out from the wall. We went and had lunch in town, then came back so Theron, Robert and I could climb “Zig Zag (5.7)” (Kris drove Theron’s nice car and napped in the sun). Robert led us all over creation in an exploratory bushwhack (haha!) to reach the base of the route. It was great 3 pitch climb that started with a nice right facing corner crack, then a kind of scary pitch above which climbed a face, then traversed right to a fixed pin, then up to a dead tree and a belay spot. The final short pitch started with scrambling, then climbed on juggy holds to the top of the impressive wall. After that, we found a trail and scrambled ledges to the top of the mountain. Finally, a few fun pitches at the “main area” as darkness fell for the four of us. We were dodging the impressively clad and numerous “learning parties” that took over the upper cliffs all day (“We’ve a CLIMBER DOWN!!” one said). One guy was wearing gaiters (why?), and we inadvertently wandered into their designated urination area once. We had a great time.
- ZigZag, pitch 2 - Theron and Robert.
- Theron waiting for ZigZag - shorts and no shirt in February!
- Robert on pitch 3 - thanks for showing us this climb!
- Lakes in evening light - walking to the top.
Great Northern Slab 2/9/2003
Just to see how well I’m recovering from surgery, I took a few hours late Sunday to head out to Index and rope solo the Great Northern Slab. This was my third time to do this…I’m such a creature of habit. Less than two weeks ago I had major jaw surgery to correct an open bite. Both upper and lower jaws were broken in two places, then fitted back together with steel plates. I spent a night in the hospital, then came home and lived on pain killers. Now I’m down to Advil, and have a strange numbness of the lower jaw and lips. Oddly, I can’t feel my lips no matter how hard I pinch, but temperature changes are uncomfortable. So I braced for the cold wind as I walked across the railroad tracks carrying my kit of rope and rack. I scrambled up to the railroad bolts, racked up and began climbing. This was my first time to go straight up from the bolts while roped soloing, usually I walked around an easier way. All went well, I got out of breath easily, and felt just a bit shaky, probably because I haven’t exercised at all since the operation. Fiddling with the clove hitch is so tedious, I thought it would be fun to just climb without stopping every 6 feet! Anyway, I rapped and reclimbed the familiar pitch. Before rapping off, I stopped to absorb the view. Clouds around Mt. Index and Persis had parted, and red rays of sunset hit the rocks and snow. By leaning out I could see Mt. Baring too. Hello friends!
Lake Serene, 1/16/2003
Theron and I hiked up to the lake via the new trail very early in the morning. It was a nice workout. We encountered snow on the traverse to the lake, and the lake itself was semi-frozen. The Index Peaks were just amazing. We took the old trail down, hoping to save some time in the long controlled fall down mossy roots and rocks.
Skiing at Snoqualmie Pass again, 1/5/2003
Kris, Theron, and I set out on x-country skis for the upper trails of the x-country ski area. But the snow was rock hard ice! Kris and I had metal edges, which helped a lot, but Theron was sans edges!! We took a lift up (the wrong one), and promptly crashed into a snowback on disembarking. We skied and fell and walked and fell down to the right lift. At the disembark point (I like that word…disembark), I sabatoged Kris’s budding attempt at a smooth exit with a cruel pole thrust, sailing to an awful victory! Theron, screaming that he couldn’t steer, fell spectacularly. We walked down an icy hole-filled road to a smoother road that we could just barely ski. We made it to Grand Junction, and drank hot chocolate, but first I spit some out mid-conversation because it was flaying the inside of my mouth. That thermos was still hot at 4 pm! Finally we were in the sun with good views, and we found a road with some good snow. We skied up and down this road, which provided the only “fun” skiing of the day. Alas though, Theron’s binding (NNN) broke, and he was really unable to turn. So he’d plan his crashes strategically.
Once I was “showing off” (not my words) how I could actually run up a hill on skis. At the top of the hill I fell flat on my face, emitting a short, barking scream. Peels of laughter exploded at my misfortune. Kris noticed that a ski-patrol lady told the same story three times (about an avalanche pit with water streaming out of the sliding layer). Granted, it was a good story. We cancelled ambitious plans to ski around Mt. Catherine, because the conditions were so difficult. We had to ski down a more difficult way on a downhill run. This thing was like a glacier in October - bare hard blue ice! Somehow, Kris and I both skied down it in extreme frightened snowplow position. Theron knew when he was beaten and smartly walked on the side. I was feeling pretty clever after having survived that, so I skied all the way to the car, but suffered terribly on the final slopes. Once I fell because a thick alder branch stepped in front of my ski and stood stock still to trip me. My body, a mere sack of bones then slid down the ice, scraping along for 20 feet. My wails echoed around the valley. We ate at my favorite BBQ restaurant: “Rhoadies!”
Skiing at Snoqualmie Pass
I had a few hours before a big storm came in, so I dusted off my skis and headed to the Pass. I parked at the “Silver Fir” chairlift, and skinned up, soon reaching “Grand Junction.” I took the trail “Ripsaw” to reach Windy Pass on the west side of Mt. Catherine. This was the best part of the trip: mostly downhill, with great views to McClellan’s Butte, Granite Mountain, and Snoqualmie Peak. Gradually clouds obscured all of these mountains. I coasted for miles down the road on the south side of Mt. Catherine, then got bored on the flat terrain. I went up a road that was taking me back up to the plateau (Serpentine loop?) for a ways, then skied back down. Now it started to snow heavy, wet flakes. My right binding started acting up, and I lost all gliding ability. I reached the Nordic Center, then walked the road for a mile back to my car - soaking wet. Happy New Year!