Simplicity

Benno watching the sun set on top of Bosigran

I thought that rather than start with an apology as to why I have not been posting recently I would begin with another quote, it seems appropriate after life in North Wales ended with such a good one.

How can you get very far,
If you don’t know Who You Are?
How can you do what you ought,
If you don’t know What You’ve Got?
And if you don’t know Which To Do,
Of all the things in front of you,
Then what you’ll have when you are through
Is just a mess without a clue
Of all the best that can come true
If you know What and Which and Who.

Extract from ‘Winnie the Pooh’,
by A. A. Milne

I don’t know how to summarise the way I feel about the passage above, I could read it over and over again and get lost within its words. All I can say is that I feel blessed to have just spent a perfect week down in the South West climbing on perfect rock, in perfect weather, with perfect people.

Sometimes it is good to know who you are, what you’ve got, and how lucky you really are to be alive…

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Change

An unforgettable view after an unforgettable days climbing at Clogwyn D'ur Arddu

An unforgettable view after an unforgettable days climbing at Clogwyn D’ur Arddu


On the 8th March my life is set to change: I will be leaving my job at DMM and moving from my home of 10 years in North Wales to Sheffield, where I will be working for the BMC.

I have thought about what to write over and over again but have found it (as always) difficult to express. North Wales has changed my life in so many ways it would seem odd to close that chapter of my life without a short footnote and seeing as I am not eloquent enough to think of one myself here is one I found:

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” - Terry Pratchett

Goodbye North Wales, I’ll be back to see you soon.

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FOMO – Fear of missing out…

The past week has brought about some of the best winter conditions we have seen in recent years….

Llyn Idwal in stunning winter garb

Llyn Idwal in stunning winter garb

Despite working for a company that’s slogan is ‘climb now, work later’  the reality of the situation is that I do work a five day week and this means it isn’t always possible to strike while the winter conditions iron is hot. Ordinarily this can lead to a state of severe frustration, particularly with something as fickle and short-lived as Welsh Winter, and in previous years I would be suffering from an extreme dose of FOMO (I know what I’m like, it would be/I would be unbearable!).

But this year is different.

Razor Roof - An amazing way to round off a perfect weekend

Razor Roof – An amazing way to round off a perfect weekend

Having decided to hang up my tools for 2013 I also hung up my interest/curiosity in what was going on. I wanted the sole focus of my winter to be on improving strength and power. Simple. It will probably make a few people laugh to hear that I have been more interested in what the conditions are like over in the Peak District and Parisella’s Cave more than I have Clogwyn Du or the Ben (oh, how times change). But joking aside, I have found that putting the blinkers on in this way and focussing on the light at the end of the tunnel* has provided interest enough for me not to worry about what other people are doing. At the end of the day you only miss out on things that you want to do, and since I want to work on my strength/power I feel like not doing this would be the crime and potentially cause me to miss out on what I wish to achieve later in the year.

Trying to maintain the psyche after failing to latch the top hold approximately one million times (ish)

Trying to maintain the psyche after failing to latch the top hold approximately one million times (ish)

Deliverance - My first 7b+ and a sign that even lanky trad climbers can jump...

Deliverance – My first 7b+ and a sign that even lanky trad climbers can jump…

That said, there has been a few things that have got past my winter climbing firewall (damn you Facebook!) and I figured I’d write these down. The reasoning behind most of these choices is due to the effort each of these people has put into doing the route, thinking about the route, then waiting years for the route to come into condition. Now that’s the sort of psych I could do with!

  • Lateo, Clogwyn Du - Pete Harrison’s uber-project yields after three years of effort. It takes one hell of a lot of determination to have a project like this – well done Pete!!
  • The Great Corner, Llech Ddu – This particularly gross north cliff holds a special place in my heart throughout the summer months: it takes months to dry, has some pretty poor quality climbing, and yet is strangely endearing! When I saw the pictures of Nick Bullock + Pete Harrison making the first winter ascent it really made me glow with pride for them – nice one boys – that is quite some line you’ve got there…
  • Devil’s Appendix – Every North Walean climber needs to do it. I haven’t. Jon Ratcliff now has. No FOMO, just happy to hear that a friend has done it.

 

* in short, this means Conan the Librarian, Skinhead Moonstomp, and Alien

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Goodbye 2012 – despite the rain you’ve been a fantastic year…

I feel like I got a lot of waffling out of my system in my previous blog so I’ve decided to keep it simple – sit back, relax, and enjoy the pretty pictures…

Paul Sass having just left the subterranean pitch on Scorpion, Carn Etchagan

Paul Sass having just left the subterranean pitch on Scorpion, Carn Etchagan

Paul Sass surveying the Loch Avon basin, not a bad place to go climbing on such a good day...

Paul Sass surveying the Loch Avon basin, not a bad place to go climbing on such a good day…

Anarchy on the final night of the BMC International Winder Meet

Anarchy on the final night of the BMC International Winder Meet

 

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Canada – a country that really does get its fair share of snow

 

 

Nick Bullock finding yet another WI6 classic easy on Nemesis, Stanley Headwall, Canada

Nick Bullock finding yet another WI6 classic easy on Nemesis, Stanley Headwall, Canada

Nick Bullock looking wild on the top pitch of Call of the Curtain on the Icefields Parkway, Canada

Nick Bullock looking wild on the top pitch of Call of the Curtain on the Icefields Parkway, Canada

Nick Bullock about to complete the trio of classic routes on The Trophy Wall, Banff, Canada

Nick Bullock about to complete the trio of classic routes on The Trophy Wall, Banff, Canada

I've forgotten the name of this route but I haven't  the level of pump  - Pembroke never disappoints after all...

I’ve forgotten the name of this route but I haven’t the level of pump – Pembroke never disappoints after all…

Questing into bold terrain on Supernatural (E5), Tophet Wall

Questing into bold terrain on Supernatural (E5), Tophet Wall

Adam Booth on the stunning Prana in Borrowdale, this is about as good as E3 gets (and what a backdrop!)

Adam Booth on the stunning Prana in Borrowdale, this is about as good as E3 gets (and what a backdrop!)

George Ulrich 'going upside down' on George Smith's masterpiece ' The Flytrap Roof'

George Ulrich ‘going upside down’ on George Smith’s masterpiece ‘ The Flytrap Roof’

Getting massively pumped on the sportingly graded Neb Direct, Tremadog

Getting massively pumped on the sportingly graded Neb Direct, Tremadog

The A - Team underneath Pentire Head, Cornwall

The A – Team underneath Pentire Head, Cornwall

Pentire Head, home to Darkinbad the Brightdayler and Black Magic - two of the best E5s I've ever done

Pentire Head, home to Darkinbad the Brightdayler and Black Magic – two of the best E5s I’ve ever done

Behemoth at Guernard's Head, a great route to end a great day (on a great trip) - GREAT!

Behemoth at Guernard’s Head, a great route to end a great day (on a great trip) – GREAT!

Team Ceuse underneath...Ceuse... Not a shit crag!

Team Ceuse underneath…Ceuse… Not a shit crag!

Angel Dust 7a+ - one of the many super classic routes climbed throughout a utterly fantastic trip

Angel Dust 7a+ – one of the many super classic routes climbed throughout a utterly fantastic trip

Duncan about to fluff the onsight at the end of Medicine Douche, Ceuse

Duncan about to fluff the onsight at the end of Medicine Douche, Ceuse

Prayer Flags

Nepal – a stunning country that I have dreamed of visiting for many years

Jack's first impression of what we'd let ourselves in for

Jack’s first impression of what we’d let ourselves in for

Jack Geldard assessing the safety levels on Peak 41 (verdict - it's not!!)

Jack Geldard assessing the safety levels on Peak 41 (verdict – it’s not!!)

Alive and well in Kathmandu after many, many weeks in a tent...

Alive and well in Kathmandu after many, many weeks in a tent…

Gwen Lancashire on the immaculate Red Rocket (6c+) at the perma-ish-dry Wright's Rock in the Churnet Valley

Gwen Lancashire on the immaculate Red Rocket (6c+) at the perma-ish-dry Wright’s Rock in the Churnet Valley

Duncan Campbell cleaning his boots after landing in the middle of a swamp

Duncan Campbell cleaning his boots after landing in the middle of a swamp

Calum Muskett avoiding the rain underneath Jerry's Roof in the Llanberis Pass

Calum Muskett avoiding the rain underneath Jerry’s Roof in the Llanberis Pass

 

 

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The Himalayas

Prayer Flags

I have found it difficult to know where to start in summarising the recent trip to Nepal, so much so that I have now been back for a month and haven’t yet managed to put pen to paper. I mean where do you start!? A definitive answer seemed nigh impossible so I thought it was easiest to begin with the first unimaginative question I was asked upon my return to the UK:

Question: Did you get to the top?
Answer: No

Phew.

The only downside with this approach was that it seemed both saddeningly short and missed out on all the inconsequential details, stupid stories, and background  that came alongside the trip (i.e. interesting bits). There is, thankfully, a lot more to the Himalayas than climbing a mountain. As if my inadequacies as a writer weren’t enough the other factor playing on my mind was that we received a lot of support from a variety of different trusts, charities, and organisations to make an attempt on this mountain and essentially I wanted to write something that made us sound like money well spent, even though we failed to summit and the blend of both positive/negative emotions I have about Himalayan climbing. So, I would like to clarify exactly how grateful and privileged I feel for being provided with the funding/opportunity to visit the Himalayas in order to attempt a new route on an unclimbed face (and come back alive).

Peak 41

The North Face of Peak 41

Peak 41 - 2

Close-up of the line up the North Face

Since I began climbing, the Himalayas have represented the ‘ultimate’. Realistically they were probably my greatest untold objective. For one, they’re the biggest (which clearly means they are the best) and secondly they require the greatest investment of time/money/emotion/commitment (in fact they require reserves of just about everything you’ve got)! So, after 10 years of extensive shuffling around within the winter environment (aka. misery) the stars aligned – it was time.

We spent eight breathtaking (quite literally) days approaching base-camp. Oddly enough for someone that doesn’t like walking (I always thought running was a more sensible option) this was arguably the part of the trip that I was most looking forward to. I often feel that climbing puts the blinkers on and focusses attention solely on a route whilst running/walking tends to open your mind to your surroundings. With a few things that had happened in the lead up to the expedition (see Long Overdue) I wanted to address this and focus on the trip as a whole, becoming too preoccupied with a single mountain just seemed to be missing the point (but maybe this is part of the reason for our lack of success?).

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Beautiful lake looking back down the Hunku

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Never ending horizons

Karma the Porter Guide taking Highballing to another level

Karma the Porter Guide taking Highballing to another level

Altitude provided endless fun and entertainment. I come from a very active background and have always felt pretty fit and healthy, aerobic endurance has always come easily; however, at 6000m I felt like an 86 year old man crippled by years of inactivity. It was incredible how something basic like walking three paces uphill or standing up in the morning debilitate you so brutally. At 6000m there is 50% of the oxygen compared to sea level, something that made climbing at Gogarth sound more and more appealing.

After what seemed like endless amounts of walking, acclimatising, and sitting around at base-camp we finally got on our route. There were a number of potential lines and the one we opted for was essentially the one that looked safest and, in my humble opinion, the best. Neither of us were particularly willing to risk our lives in the process of getting up the mountain. Safety was paramount.

Jack Geldard assessing the safety levels on Peak 41

Jack Geldard assessing the safety levels on Peak 41

At the top of the frying pan and about to enter the fire…

Jack revelling in the altitude (he's just resting his eyes)

Jack revelling in the altitude (he’s just resting his eyes)

But…

That doesn’t stop the doubt creeping into your mind at 4am.

I am not sure how much detail I wish to go into about the route because I am just not sure how interesting the climbing side of it actually is. In short, we wombled up a selection of critically dangerous slopes featuring a terrifyingly thick crust of windslab, then transferred onto even more dangerous terrain that was decomposing quicker than I could climb it. My personal highlight was at our high point on day two when I found myself legs akimbo on top of a shale ridge where the only piece of protection I could find was a Bulldog hammered into the aforementioned talc-rock as a makeshift grappling hook. I then abseiled off of this non-HSE rated piece of equipment and wondered to myself – was this worth it? And without wishing to sound ungrateful the answer was as short as my original response as to whether we got to the top of the mountain:

No.

Nothing was worth this.

A mountain consisting of the most unstable snow I have ever had to levitate up and rock quality that makes the Lleyn Peninsula look like Ceuse was not worth risking my life for. After five weeks of thinking in a tent you can go a little strange, but one of my more sane conclusions was that I like life, I enjoy living, and I don’t want to die on this mountain. I have spent the past four years dedicating myself to getting cold, driving large distances back and forth up the M6/M74, and as a result am quite tired now. I have always thought of myself as an all-rounder, enjoying each and every aspect of climbing. I wholeheartedly enjoyed the experience of the going on an expedition to the Himalayas, but I am just not sure that I am willing to give what it takes. Maybe we just had the wrong objective, maybe my priorities were too far orientated towards self preservation, or maybe my horoscope wasn’t what it could have been that week. I don’t know. What I do know is that I am thankful to be back alive and for being provided with the experience to learn a little more about my limits and come back…

I am alive.

Alive and well in Kathmandu

Alive and well in Kathmandu

Endnote: After getting back from Nepal I decided to hang up my ice axes for the rest of 2012/13. A change is as good as a rest. I haven’t bought incense sticks or converted to Buddhism (yet) and for those of you who know me well will know that growing a beard is out of the question. Emma Twyford has written a training schedule focussing on my rock climbing aspirations for next year. I will come back to winter climbing, but for now I feel like something a little different…

Thanks once-again to MarmotDMM, Mountain Equipment, Goal Zero the Mark Clifford Memorial Trust, the Chris Walker Memorial Trust, Jeremy Willson Charitable Trust,BMC, Sport Wales, the Alpine Club, and The Mount Everest Foundation - we couldn’t have done it without you…

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Long Overdue…

Back in July Jack Geldard, George Ulrich and myself had probably the most unsuccessful weekends climbing of our lives attempting a route at the Bat’s Head in Dorset. It was coined ‘Operation Shambolic’ and we literally didn’t climb a thing. However, on that sunny day I had the time of my life paddling around in a dinghy, narrowly avoiding being swallowed up by the briny, and making a catastrophically poor attempt at even getting to base of our prospective line (let alone climb it).

Sam Underhill having the time of his life after our combined faliure to climb Tsunami, E5 5b

Same day, different route, same outcome… Sam Underhill staring at the crux zawn jump on Seals Song, E5 ?!

I’ve been thinking a lot about that day in relation to my forthcoming trip to Nepal.

It is easy to become transfixed on an objective, with the success and failure becoming the be-all-and-end-all of the trip. However, coming back from your first trip (or any trip) to the Himalayas having successfully climbed something it is, in my opinion, only part of the picture. I don’t walk much these days, I don’t particularly enjoy it, and yet I am thrilled with the prospect of spending seven days approaching our base-camp. Being in and amongst the Himalayas. Seeing new sights each day. Getting past the foothills and deep into the mountain range. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t childishly excited about seeing Everest for the first time. So many things, so many new experiences. Our attempt on the North Face of Peak 41 will play a major part in the trip obviously, but I will not let that cloud my focus in terms of my overall priority to have fun, with good friends, in an absolutely stunning place.

Coupled with the recent news of tragedy on Manaslu, the plane crash in Kathmandu, and the fact that many of the charities and trusts that have supported our expedition are in memory of active climbers and mountaineers that have died in the mountains it reminds me of perhaps the most important thing of all – come back alive…

Thank-you to everybody that has supported the expedition, we are infinitely grateful for all of your help and for your understanding that it isn’t all about success.

See you all in November.

Have fun once in a while, get a dog to lick you in the face…

Thanks once-again to MarmotDMM, the Mark Clifford Memorial Trust, the Chris Walker Memorial Trust, Jeremy Willson Charitable Trust,BMC, Sport Wales, the Alpine Club, and The Mount Everest Foundation - we couldn’t have done it without you…

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Into the Mountains

Just as soon as I was getting the hang of this whole roofy-upsidedown thing my exceptionally short attention span shifted along with the passing clouds. Due to an unexpected deviation from the rain theme, North Wales was showered in bright light and blessed with high temperatures. This lapse was never going to last long so urgent action was required.

First up – Cloggy…

Clogwyn D’ur Arddu – not a bad cliff…

A Midsummer Night’s Dream has long been on my never ending ticklist and it’s one of those ones that is very easy to put off – the first pitch is bold, committing, scary, and quite precarious – in fact, having written this short list of reasons I am not 100% convinced as to why I got on it in the first place. Your head definitely needs to be in the right place, so having climbed ‘King of Rumpy’, an E6 gritstone-esq solo up the Llanberis Pass I felt like the time was (or could) be now. Fortunately Midsummer’s went quite smoothly, the only ‘hiccup’ came on the first pitch where I missed the third peg. In effect this made for inconvenient times, looking below I could see it staring up at me 50cm below my feet. Un-reversable moves. 20m ground-fall. No thanks. Don’t Fall. Onwards.

I would highly recommend that anyone wishing to do the route seeks the peg out, there is no reason to make things any more dangerous than they need to be. My other recommendation is to continue to the top rather than lower off (you haven’t really done the route have you?). The second pitch is a superb E5 6a and the third is a neat boulder problem in space, furthermore because you are a long way up you can’t hit the ground. I liked that.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Not a safe route…

Whilst my limited attention span was in focus a long Jubilee weekend permitted a trip over to the Lake District with the Booth brothers – Adam and Ed – and Dr. Ed Mitchell. Our game plan was simple: do as many routes in Extreme Rock as possible.

Sad though it might be it gets you to some good places…

First up came a day out on Goat Crag where we did Bitter Oasis and Mirage. This crag has seen some cleaning efforts courtesy of a few dedicated locals – thank-you – and is well worth the trip for those looking for something a little more interesting than Shepherds. On Mirage I cultivated a level of pump so severe that I spent the majority of the next two days recovering (n.b. Cumbrian Ale does not facilitate recovery, despite its near perfect electrolyte balance). It is always good to get a pummelling when you think you are on the form of your life. Gives you a good grounding to know that climbing bold routes temporarily gives you some astonishingly high numbers.

Goat Crag – Despite recent cleaning efforts the quantity of greenery upon arrival is concerning.

The Masters of Disaster – Ed and Adam Booth

Next came Pavey where we climbed Cruel Sister and Fallen Angel -in my humble opinion the latter stood out as something exceptional. In the guidebook it has everything going for it: 47m single-pitch, E4 6a,  lots of climbing, great rock, good line – but – upon first sight you witness the horror that is about to take place. A featureless groove, akin to something you’d find at Tremadog, but on mountain rock and graded by Cumbrian people (who grade things properly). Nightmare. No pictures were taken throughout the ascent (and even if there had been they wouldn’t have been suitable content for this website).

Skipping from south to north we had a rest day at Reecastle (what were we thinking…) then made plans for the following day.

I have visited the Napes once before, climbing the classic Tophet Wall with my friend Rachel. Whilst there two routes caught my eye: Vikings and Supernatural. Vikings, much like Fallen Angel, takes a line that has the word fight all over it. Why do I do this to myself? After climbing non-stop for days on end you would have thought I would have felt on the form of my life, but instead I felt even greater confusion as to where I was at – everything I climbed had an arbitrary number attached. Climbing horrendous grooves + overhanging cracks beats you down, but in the long run makes you stronger…well…maybe not…it certainly arms you with a large repertoire of skills, tricks up the sleeve, scars on your back etc…

No doubt I will make these stupid decisions all over again, but it is quite a lot of fun :-)

Vikings – surge into the overhanging coffin above, never let go…

Adam Booth on Prana, Black Crag – the more observant of you will notice that I have not mentioned visiting this crag (I’ve done the routes there previously so it wasn’t my battle!)

 

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Spring

One to rule them all – Gogarth Main Cliff

The change of season always brings a shift in focus.

After months of darkness, early mornings, and exceptionally cold belays there is a definite sense of relief when the spring arrives. This is one of the things that has kept climbing interesting me over the years, just as soon as your becoming increasingly tired with one aspect of the sport another pops its head around the corner – and throughout April/May this head is Gogarth.

However, still being in winter mode I had to take time to adapt: my pulpy fingers were still soft from months of glove wearing. Fortunately this was easily remedied by climbing (aka. the fun part). It is amazing how quickly the body adapts, every year I get paranoid that I will have forgotten how to rock climb and that I haven’t put in enough effort at the wall and my whole year is going to be a big let down AND PANIIIIIIIC!!!!

Stop.

Assuming a good level of fitness has been maintained the most challenging aspect of getting back onto rock is familiarising myself with how to stay relaxed – something part mental, part physical. Muscles + fingers adapt assuming you’re putting the hours in, but for me staying calm on a route is one of the major factors as to whether or not I succeed. Most of the hardest trad routes I have climbed haven’t been done whilst I’ve been bouldering or sport climbing at my best, I’ve just been comfortable whilst performing moves on sight with a bit of doubt in the back of my mind.

The G Team
Note excessive use of optimism in mental preparation of the harrowing experience yet to come

Aside from getting out climbing I decided to begin a campaign to de-fluff a few routes on the Upper Tier. It is good to give Gogarth some love, it’s one of my favourite crags and it’s nice to give it some care and attention. I have always hoped that these actions are something that will earn me extra brownie points the next time I am pumped senseless (divine intervention: a jug here, bomber wire there – you know…). Anyhow, the following routes are now clean and ready to go – enjoy! Fifteen Men and a Dead Man’s Chest (E5 6a), The Horrorshow (E5 6b), The Emtionary (E5 6a).

The elbows of glory – Rob onceagain pumped out of his mind at Gogarth.

After enough lichen had been shed I turned my mind to other things, far away from the technical crimping of Upper Tier and onto something altogether different…

The Flytrap Roof – E5, 6a
FA: George Smith

If you are one of those people who have got a copy of the Gogarth Guidebook beside your toilet (you know who you are) then you will probably be familiar with the first ascentionist. For those who keep guidebooks firmly on their bookshelves I will give a quick summary: throughout the 90′s and 00′s George Smith took development at Gogarth somewhere rather unorthodox by going ‘upside down’ in some fairly implausible terrain. What is all the more impressive is the fact that many of the routes he climbed actually came in at quite a modest grade, something only made possible by the judicious use of the knee-bar. The Flytrap Roof is no exception and hopefully the photos below illustrate that it is NOT Right Wall on Dinas Cromlech…

George Ulrich hugely confused as to what on earth he is going upside down

Rob also very confused, but significantly more pumped than George…

So, on that note I will finish with a quick summary:

Keep it fresh, stay relaxed, and if you think it’s getting boring (or two relaxing) try getting onto something completely ungradable – at the very least it’ll bring a smile to your face!

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British Peak 41 Expedition

Peak 41 – a bigger hill than Snowdon

Since returning from Canada things have been falling into place nicely for the expedition.

We have now heard back from all of the grants + trusts that we applied for and have received support from the Mark Clifford Mountaineering Grant, the Chris Walker Memorial TrustThe Mount Everest Foundation, the BMC, and the Welsh Sports Association.

Jack Geldard – The Eternal Optimist

I feel quite honoured to have received such overwhelming support, it is more than I ever expected (or could have wished for). Over the coming months I am hoping to put together a post regarding each of the charities, trusts, and brands that have supported the expedition, both to say thank-you and make those planning their first expedition realise exactly what is available is out there.

Actually going to the Himalayas isn’t something I ever anticipated doing (although I would have liked to) and I have found the whole process of research, investigation, and planning quite interesting and certainly quite far removed from booking an Easyjet flight to Geneva!

In the meanwhile I’m going back to Gogarth, but more to follow on that later…

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Oh, Canada…

At the start of a trip psyche is always high, it’s only after a few routes that things start to calm down.

Unfortunately for us things got off to a bit of a false start: our flight was delayed overnight in Iceland after a passenger fell ill, then upon arriving in Calgary a day late we were somewhat alarmed to see the temperature soaring at a whopping 11oC (40oC above what it was when Nick was last here) – great for ice cream, less great for ice. As if this wasn’t enough we read seven big, bold letters next to the Banff Avalanche Report – E-X-T-R-E-M-E.

So it’s going to be like that is it?

All was not lost. Nick ‘Happy’ Bullock doesn’t lose faith that easily and Rob ‘Chopper’ Greenwood was psyched to hack apart some of this classic ice he’d been hearing so much about. To look at it optimistically, these dark times could be used as a warm up so that when things turn good – we were on it!

Rob chopping away / getting pumped on yet another classic - photo: Nick Bullock

Nick tapping away / cruising up another classic

Rob experiencing a strange blend of psyche, fear, and extreme cold

Two days of  ‘warming up’ later I was a feeling pretty worked… There is something about Scottish Winter that doesn’t prepare you for repeatedly sustained pitches of WI5 + 6. So I conjured an excuse for a rest day – “Nick, how about we take a walk up to The Trophy Wall and see what conditions are like – we could set a bit of a trail for later in the week?”. It wasn’t entirely convincing (or restful), but it played to my strengths – I am a much better walker/runner/ plodder than I am a climber – and gave my arms a 24 hour window of opportunity to flush the lactic acid.

With a trail half way up to The Trophy Wall our plans were in place for the following day.

 And then this happened

Maybe a change of plan was required?

As if by fate we had been reading an article in the Canadian Alpine Club Journal about a selection of traditional routes put up by locals Raphael Slawinski and Jon Walsh – one in particular caught our eye. For a full account of ‘No Use in Crying’ click here to read my report or visit Nick’s Blog.

Nick Bullock on the crux pitch of No Use in Crying

After this I could feel the tension lifting, a route like this really makes a trip and we could both relax…well…kind of…

The Trophy Wall was still in the forefront of our minds and Nick’s drive to climb his final of the three classic routes on the wall – The Replicant – was becoming something of a pre-occupation but with the avalanche risk so high we decided to give it a few more days.

This gave us the chance to catch up with Jen Olsen, a friend we had got to know through the BMC International Winter Meet back in January. Jen is based in Canmore and works as a Guide, she has climbed extensively throughout the Canadian Rockies in both summer and winter and has represented Canada in the Ice Climbing World Cup. Her climbing on both ice and mixed ground was smooth and efficient, despite the fact she has recently taken time out due to injury. This style was shared by many of  the locals climbers, their confidence on insecure placements was astounding.

Jen and Nick having some truck time together

The man, myth, and legend Jon Walsh cruising Whitemans Falls

Rob on the first pitch of Redman Soars - photo Nick Bullock

With the avalanche risk still high we opted for a trip up the Icefields Parkway to climb the Will Gadd route ‘Call of the Curtain’ – I’ll let the pictures do the talking. This route set the theme for avoiding the obvious lines and going for the more slender/marginal ones beside them, over the space of the next two weeks this happened time and time again.

Onceagain we avoided the obvious line and went for the line of of most resistance

Nick disappearing around the corner

Nick revelling in the exposure

A few days later the snow situation had calmed down and the Trophy Wall was occupying our every thought…

Up we went (again!), this time armed with a shovel to plough a furrow through the 1 ½ metre deep snow that inconveniently lay over the approach. 4 hours later we were close, but it wasn’t quite in the bag yet as we were barred access by a tricky mixed gully. The following day we made swift progress back up to our previous high point, past the mixed gully (with some degree of floundering), and finally stood beneath The Trophy Wall.

To read more about the impression the wall made on us visit my earlier post or Nick’s Blog.

The Trophy Wall: Terminator on the left, Replicant in the middle, Sea of Vapours on the right

Partly due to the high quality of the routes and the effort it had taken to get the track up there in the first place we decided to engage in another outing to the T-Wall. However, this time we were armed with local Raphael Slawinski. Now Raph isn’t a familiar name to many British climbers, but if you look through the list of hard first ascents in the Canadian Rockies then his name is at the forefront. He is officially the ‘sketch-master’, trusting placements that I couldn’t even identify and generally levitating up some seriously tenuous ground – oddly enough he reminded me a lot of Nick in that sense. The moral of the story is - respect your elders - because the chances are they climb a lot better than you.

Exterminator M7+ / WI6 – 2nd Ascent (n.b. I was literally hauled up this route)

Cycling into the Trophy Wall gives the day a multi-activity feel

Old Man No. 1 - Raph on the 2nd pitch of The Exterminator

Old Man No. 2 - Nick on the 3rd Pitch of The Exterminator

At this point in the trip we were feeling pretty happy with ourselves: we’d done a 3rd ascent of a great new route, we’d climbed up at the Trophy Wall twice, and we still had a week left – but something was missing…

If T is for Trophy then H is for Headwall – and there is only one HEADWALL.

The Stanley Headwall is home to some of the greatest ice/mixed climbs in the world and became our focus for the final week of the trip. To get an impression of the wall its worth reading the following article written by none other than Dr Raphael Slawinski for Alpinist Magazine – click here for more.

The place has a vibe: it could be the magical ski in, it could be the ever-present threat of avalanches, or it could be the fact that there is line, after line, after line of jaw-dropping routes. It is without doubt one of the most stunning places I have ever climbed (something I have now said twice on this trip).

Here is a photo overview of the routes we did whilst there:

Nemesis – WI6

One wall to rule them all - THE Headwall

The super-classic Nemesis WI6

Nick Bullock on the second pitch of Nemesis

Extreme Comfort M7+ / WI6

Nick Bullock on pitch 1 of Extreme Comfort (note sluff coming down from above) - Rob Greenwood

Nick Bullock on pitch 3 of Extrem Comfort - Rob Greenwood

Nick Bullock beneath the final pillar of Nightmare on Wolf Street (yes, that is my pitch - gulp!)

Fiasco M8- / WI5+

Nick Bullock on the ludicrously steep entry pitch

Nick Bullock on the deceptively steep 3rd pitch

Nick Bullock seconding the final WI5+ pitch of Fiasco

Anyhow, it’s now time to go and I feel a quick summary of my time in Canada is in order:

1)   M7 can mean anything

2)   M7+ means trouble

3)   M7 or M7 + routes graded locals Jon Walsh or Raphael Slawinski are going to be a horrorshow

My thanks go out to

  • The Canadian Alpine Club Hut for making it such a pleasant stay
  • Jen Olsen for the use of her i-pod, beer, and sharp ice screws
  • Raphael Slawinski for showing me how Canadian’s mixed climb
  • Sean Isaac for advice on where the hell to climb when the avalanche risk is high
  • Eammon Walsh for the kind use of his bike
  • The cheap liquor store for selling us cut price wine
  • And finally, Nick for climbing all the hard pitches
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