Australia Part 1- The Animals

I’ve just got back from a month long trip to Australia, climbing at both Mount Arapiles and The Grampians.

In order to buy some time whilst the jet lag wears off, here’s a few pictures of some of the hilarious wildlife – it really was off the scale! Alongside that there’s a few landscape shots of what was, from the small part of it we saw, an absolutely stunning country.

More to follow!

It's a bloody Koala!!
It’s a bloody Koala!!
Stumpy Tailed Lizard
Wide-boy Stumpy Tailed Lizard
Kangaroo with impossibly small arms
Wallaby with impossibly cool tail
Echidna with remarkably pointy noise
Skink, impressive though this would be in the UK, seems comparatively normal by Aussie standards – try harder next time your evolving Mr Skink…
Noisy Miner Bird
Noisy Miner Bird about to tackle a head-size piece of cheese
The Gum Trees
Gum Trees in the evening light
The Great Ocean Road
The Loch Ord Gorge along the Great Ocean Road, premier choss venue of the future?
The Bay of Islands
The Bay of Islands
Going to see the Platypus
Looking for Platypus at Lake Elizabeth
Mitre Rock at Mount Arapiles
Mitre Rock at Mount Arapiles
Scenes around the campfire
Relaxing by the campfire at The Pines Campground underneath Mount Arapiles


The Poor Man’s Yorkshire Triple Crown

High up on the Crucifixion, at about the point I decided to let go several times... Photo: Mark Rankine
High up on the Crucifixion, at about the point I decided to let go several times…
Photo: Mark Rankine

Over the past month I’ve decided to stick with the sport climbing theme.

To begin with, I managed to climb my second 8a – The Crucifixion – at Raven Tor. This 40m stamina test-piece took more sessions than I would have liked (or expected), but was worth every bit of effort. It left me fitter than ever and hatched a bit of an idea in the back of my mind…

One of the benefits of skipping the last two clips is that the fall is arguably one of the finest you could take in the whole of the Peak District
One of the benefits of skipping the last two clips is that the fall is arguably one of the finest you could take in the whole of the Peak District

The Yorkshire Triple Crown consists of the three best 8a+s on the three best crags in Yorkshire (and therefore the world): Urgent Action at Kilnsey, The Groove at Malham and Supercool at Gordale.

Clearly I wasn’t going to do this, at least not this year…

No, an alternative of equal quality could easily be found for a climber operating in the high 7s (i.e. me): Dominatrix at Kilnsey, New Dawn at Malham and Pierrepoint at Gordale. The more observant amongst you will no doubt have noticed that these all feature in the good book too.

Whilst living in Wales these routes had always seemed too far to travel when success seemed so unlikely - I simply wasn’t good enough – and the amount of time it would have required to do them was unjustifiable. Fast forward to present day and things have changed a little. Not only would it be possible to do them, but it should be possible to do them all by the time I leave for Australia on 4th October.

Ambitious, but something inspiring enough to really work towards.

Maddy Cope on the irrepressibly steep Dominatrix at Kilnsey Photo: Katy Whittaker
Maddy Cope on the irrepressibly steep Dominatrix at Kilnsey
Photo: Katy Whittaker

First up came Dominatrix, which I climbed in a single session. Taking so little time on the route meant that I’ve invariably got a bit less to say about it.

This isn’t to say that Dominatrix was uninteresting - it’s one of the best 7cs I’ve done – but more that when you do something quickly there is less of a relationship with the route. I felt exactly the same way when I did the Regular NW Face of Half Dome in a Day, in comparison to spending 5 days on The Shield on El Cap the experience seemed rather rushed/hollow. I suppose I prefer the experiences I have on routes more than the routes themselves.

Toby Dunn on one of the actual Yorkshire Triple Crown Routes - The Groove at Malham Cove
Toby Dunn on one of the actual Yorkshire Triple Crown Routes – The Groove at Malham Cove

Next was New Dawn. This one didn’t go quite so easily, not by a long shot, and as a result I have a rather vivid memory of the route.

Having climbed The Prow, Crucifixion etc.. at Raven Tor my stamina/endurance was at an all time high, but Malham (if you are to attribute thoughts to a crag) doesn’t care about that sort of thing. In fact, I’m not sure Malham cares for much less than absolute perfection of movement. That’s not too much to ask for is it? Kilnsey is so two-dimensional in comparison: pull, pull and pull harder. If the two crags were to be in a relationship then Kilnsey would be the bullish alpha male, but Malham would without doubt be the one really in charge.

Anyhow, one session was spent working the moves.

And there really are so many moves!

So many moves, so little progress. The handholds are alright, but the footholds are – in all honesty – not actually footholds, just blackened smears that when the body is twisted in such a way, between exact parameters (no deviation) will allow you to place your feet upon them. This, in my opinion is different from a  foothold. One step wrong, or decide to breathe mid-sequence, and you’re off. Malham is so mightily unforgiving.

Next session I was on for the red-point. First go I miscalculated one of the 1001 foot swaps at the end of the mid-height traverse, getting muddled, pumped and before long airborne. Second go: a food popped off one of those imaginary footholds. Third go: I had my hands on the ledge at 2/3rds height (yes…the ledge) with no beans left in the bag to surmount it. Fourth go it all seemed a bit unlikely: I was tired from previous effort, but somehow it all went to plan. How and why I do not know…

Such is Malham, such is the relationship you have with a route when projecting, and such is the nature of the final, perfect redpoint – sometimes it can occur at the most unlikely of moments.

Climbing Pierrepoint (7c+) at Gordale Scar, yet another 40m route that I fell of at around 39.5m
Climbing Pierrepoint (7c+) at Gordale Scar, yet another 40m route that I fell of at around 39.5m

Finally, Pierrepoint…

Gordale is a crag with a very unique character: gothic, dark and intimidating. Yet contrary to this moodiness is the fact that it is usually filled with tourists, walkers and danger picnic-ers waiting to catch the occasional mobile hold that comes flying from above. It’s also the only place that you’re likely to get a standing ovation simply for failing to red-point your route.

Pierrepoint suited most of my strengths, yet for some reason took the greatest number of sessions of all the routes in my Poor Man’s Triple Crown.

Was it, as a result, the best?

Maybe, maybe not – they’re all good. What I will say is that those moves up to the first roof are some that I could envisage before going to bed at night, I really enjoyed them. In a strange way I find them quite a comforting mantra. To know something so intimately, what a special thing.

It is unlikely that I’ll be re-engaging in any further projecting before I leave for Australia, but it has been a real pleasure in morphing into a sport climber over the past few months. The routes, the people and the places have all been fantastic.

Let’s do it again sometime…

Grrr...dark...Gordale Scar...oh actually I'm nice...come look at me...I've got two lovely waterfalls...
Grrr…dark…Gordale Scar…oh actually I’m nice…come look at me…I’ve got two lovely waterfalls…

Welcome to the 8th Grade

Welcome to the 8th Grade

1 month / 7 sessions later and it’s done. I have climbed 8a, or more precisely I have climbed The Prow at Raven Tor.

Whilst trying the route I wrote a diary for each session I spent working it, initially I had planned to publish them here on the blog…then I read them and realised they were inconceivably boring… As a result I thought I’d take a slightly different approach and talk a little about the build up to climbing the route and some of the of the small adjustments I made to my lifestyle/routine that made a difference – all in all this seemed like a much more interesting topic!!

To begin with, here’s a little video made by my friend Jack Geldard whilst we were out in Patagonia – it sets the scene quite nicely.

Rob’s Secret Alpine Training Mission… from Jack Geldard on Vimeo.

I’d actually forgotten all about this, but watching it did remind me of how much effort I had put in throughout the winter and the focus I had placed exclusively on rock climbing (as an alternative being an all-rounder inc.  winter/alpine climbing). This focus had made me stronger than ever before, but maybe not much fitter owing to most of the climbing being on gritstone; however, one thing I know is that strength/power – certainly for me – are harder to acquire than fitness/stamina so I was on to a winner. This doesn’t always translate to trad climbing as there’s so much else going on psychologically, but sport climbing it made a real difference and gave me greater reserves that I had ever had, particularly in terms of ‘pull’.

This idea of having greater reserves linked in nicely with a lecture I had attended by Mina (Leslie Wujasyk) at last years Kendal Mountain Festival. Throughout the talk she introduced the concept of ‘Self Efficacy’ and the principles outlined in Lanny Bassham’s book ‘With Winning in Mind’.  One particular concept that I liked the idea of was the ‘positive affirmation statement’, which was a short positive statement that outlined your goals, intentions and inevitably – if you stuck to them, believed in them  - your objective would be achieved. These statements have the habit of sounding a bit cheesy, but I think that it did make a difference to my mindset. I repeated mine to myself so many times that the week before I climbed The Prow I’d even dreamt I’d climbed it! Here’s a copy of mine (try not to vomit):

Positive Affirmation Statement
The Positive Affirmation Statement

Another reason for my success on both The Prow and 8a was that I really wanted to do it. I had tried The Prow a couple of times last year but never really got into it, throughout the evenings Raven Tor gets pretty mobbed with people and the start of The Prow (which is shared with Body Machine) is usually crowded. I knew that in order to climb it I needed to change my approach and rather conveniently the flexibility of my job allowed this. Raven Tor is in best condition throughout the morning, when conditions are cooler and the sun is off the crag; furthermore, it is much, much quieter and therefore allowed me to get stuck into the route without distraction (or guilt that I’m hogging the route). As a result, instead of coming back from every session feeling stressed I came back having really enjoyed myself. Progress also came much quicker as a result of this positive mental attitude and also of the quality of the time I was spending on the route. This really was a revelation to have turned the tables around on an experience I had previously found quite unappealing.

Jon Garside on the start of The Prow
Jon Garside on an early morning/pre-work session at the Tor.


Take both the good sessions and the bad sessions in your stride. This session, despite the immense humidity, provided one of my greatest breakthroughs on the route.
Take both the good sessions and the bad sessions in your stride. This session, despite the immense humidity, provided one of my greatest breakthroughs on the route.

Finally, I subscribed to that David Brailesford concept of micro (or marginal) gains. If there was anything I could do, no matter how small/subtle a change, to help me get up that route I was going to do it.  I developed a good morning routine that included a Sun Salutation A+B,  then putting the kettle on and doing a selection of shoulder stretches, thera-band exercises for my elbows and a pigeon stretch to loosen my glutes. I’d usually do this again just before lunchtime, each time repeating my positive affirmation statement to further reinforce the belief that I could do it and was going to do it. Whilst on the route I not only dialled each and every move, but dialled every clip to the extent of knowing which way the quickdraw was facing, how far it was extended and whether or not it was worth skipping on the red-point. I then thought my way through each move from bottom to top every night before I went to sleep and every morning before I got up.

Obsessive behaviour, but ultimately fulfilling because I did it. As a result though, it does get you thinking  “if I can do this, what else can I do?”. Not just in climbing, but in other aspects of both my personal/professional life. It’s an empowering process, but nice to have it all over and done for the time being, it’s probably not overly healthy to be that intense for too long. In fact, the day after I did The Prow I went for a lighthearted boulder around the Derwent skyline – just me, my bouldering mat and a camera. It was a stunning evening. Still climbing, but something so very different from what I had just gone through. Change. It keeps things so fresh…

Onto the next, whatever that is…

(I’m sure it’ll be good).

The stunning Low Coach at the Coach and Horses along the Derwent skyline
The stunning Low Coach at the Coach and Horses along the Derwent skyline


Around a year and a half ago I boarded a flight to Margalef expecting that within the three week duration of my trip I would climb my first 8a. Having already been on a successful trip to Siruana the month before I felt confident of success – it was an inevitability…

Stone the Loach (7c), Chee Dale
Stone the Loach (7c), Chee Dale

In retrospect it was quite obvious that I was simply not good enough to warrant that level of cockiness. The reality of the situation is that 8a is something I would like to have climbed, but when it comes to actually climbing it I fall short on a number of grounds – ironically I don’t feel that ability is one of these factors (I know I can climb 8a!!).

The first reason behind my historic failure is that red pointing is not my preferred style of climbing. I much (much, much, much…) prefer getting the mileage in, doing lots of more moderate routes in lots of difference places – that’s what inspires me. The idea of trying a single route again and again and again is my idea of hell. What usually happens when I begin to work a route is that I try it over a couple of sessions, then either do it or give up and go trad climbing instead. Obviously this approach isn’t going to work if an 8a is to be climbed, because 8a’s are hard.

And that’s the next factor – it is not going to be easy.


Face facts: you’re going to have to work for it.

And that’s it I suppose. It’s not just about saying ‘I want to climb 8a’ (which does sound good), it’s about actually going out and trying to climb an actual 8a… I am aware that it is just a number, a puerile tick, but we all need our reasons and I suppose mine is that I know I can do it – I’ve just never been willing to put the effort in.

And there we have it: put the effort in.

I don’t feel there is any more to say reading the matter…

Stone the Loach, a classically 'Greenwood' project worked over two sessions and climbed on the third.
Stone the Loach, a classically ‘Greenwood’ project worked over two sessions and climbed on the third.


Here’s a few photos from last weeks trip to Pabbay/Mingulay in the Outer Hebrides.

Not sure what more I can say other than ‘wow’!

Benno Wagner lapping up the big holds and even bigger exposure on Ray of Light
Jo Stadden and Katy Whittaker on Prophecy of Drowning
Jo Stadden and Katy Whittaker on Prophecy of Drowning.
A close-up of Jo and Katy, it just shows the scale of the route/cliff - it's huge!
A close-up of Jo and Katy, it just shows the scale of the route/cliff – it’s huge!
Ultimate Frisbee in one of the most incredible settings imaginable
Ultimate Frisbee in one of the most incredible settings imaginable
Ryan Pasquill vs. Will Sim - K.O.
Ryan Pasquill vs. Will Sim – K.O.
This trip has been a long time coming for Benno, after we first talked about it on the 2011 BMC International Meet – great for the moment to have finally come around

Type 1 Fun in Mallorca

Definition of the ‘Types’ of Fun

Type 1: True fun, enjoyable while it’s happening
Type 2: Fun in retrospect
Type 3: Never, ever fun

I’ve just got back from a weeks stay in Mallorca, a week which could very much be categorised by Type 1 Fun.

I usually find this type of fun lacks a bit of depth, leading to it being – ultimately – a little less memorable than it’s more robust Type 2 counterpart. Something about fun in the real-time just doesn’t last as long afterwards.

Duncan Soup
Duncan Campbell experiencing Type 1 fun, nearing the top of Bisexual at Cala Barques

Maybe deep water soloing offers a link between Type 1 and Type 2 fun, being that it is both fun and extremely memorable. In fact, I don’t think I have laughed so much throughout a days climbing in my life – maybe the two are connected? It also has that (necessary?) element of fear, seeing as no matter how brave you are falling from height into Davey Jones’ Locker is intimidating to say the least.

Duncan Soup 1
Duncan experiencing the bittersweet emotion of Type ‘this will be fun in around half an hour’ 2 Fun

So, what’s the conclusion?

Simple: I’d like to do more of it.

Duncan Soup 2
Duncan experiencing Type 3 Fun, the agonising belly flop of a poorly executed landing


Let the pictures do the talking

Over the past month and a half I have been away just about every weekend, this coupled with my day-job at UKClimbing and the BMC Alpine Essentials Lectures I’ve been giving throughout the evenings haven’t left me with much time for writing.

They have, however, left me with a lot of photographs so here’s a few highlights - enjoy!

Yellow Pearls at Trevellan, not a slab...
Photo: Tom Ripley

Yellow Pearls (E5 6b) at Trevellan, definitely not a gritstone slab… This was the first pumpy route I’d got on all year and it would suffice to say that my arms wilted under the pressure. My ability to pull upwards was better than ever owing to the winters bouldering, but hanging around to place gear was testing to say the least. A couple of  falls later and I was at the top - what a way to start the year!

Another weekend back in Pembroke we ended up at Mother Carey's where visiting German climbers Benno and Sebastien did Just Klingon.

Another weekend back in Pembroke I ended up at Mother Carey’s with visiting German climbers Benno and Sebastien. They headed straight for the steepest rock they could find and did the classic E5 Just Klingon. As always, great to climb with foreign climbers that are highly motivated for the trad!

After climbing on the Space Face we headed around the corner to the neighbouring – and less frequented – Blind Bay, home of The One Eyed Man (E5 6a). This route ticked just about every box: wild, adventurous, pumpy and committing. The concept of deep water soloing this greatly excites me, but I’m glad I did  it with a rope – wouldn’t want to get too excited after all.

Photo: Benno Wagner
Photo: Benno Wagner

Somehow I had never visited St. Govans East until very recently. With the conditions experienced that weekend it was the perfect venue as it was out the wind and got the morning sun. Whilst many others were climbing in jackets, we were lapping it up in shorts and t-shirts. Here we did Brave New World (E4 6a/pictured above), Imagination (E4 6a), Forbidden Fruits (E3 5c) and First Blood (E2 5c) – all absolute classics.

Duncan Jo Swanage

Due to a last minute change in weather we made the decision to head to Swanage last weekend (and not Pembroke as planned). For those that haven’t been Swanage offers a something a little different, at first everything feels totally out there due to the abundance of loose rock and dusty top-outs, then…well…actually it continues to feel like that, you just get a little more used to it! Here Duncan Campbell wrangles his way up the mind boggling 5a pitch of the ‘benchmark HVS’ – Jo.


It was a bit early for testing the deep water – which looked freezing - but doing a spot of deep water soloing without falling was great (although maybe this is just soloing?). Here Mal Scott climbs Freeborn Man (6c), much to the amazement of the onlookers who were clearly hoping to see some airtime.


Same route, different pants. Here Howard Lawledge cranks it out in his underwear, Wazza-style…

Tim on Bionics Wall Edit

This week I have been travelling around the UK with British Mountain Guide and North Wales resident Tim Neill. In the picture above he is on the New Mills Tor classic Bionics Wall (E4 6a). I was quite surprised by this little venue, whilst being urban is has a certain charm about it – I’ll definitely be back.

Photo: Tim Neill
Photo: Tim Neill

Finally, my 90th route in Extreme Rock – Deja Vu (E5 6b) at Kilnsey.

Roll on the summer (and no.91)…

Shufflings on the brown rock…

The past few weeks of good weather have taken time away from the usual schedule of blogging.

Rather than go into an exhaustive run-down of what’s been going on, here’s a selection of photos of some recent shuffling around on the brown rock…

Kaluza KleinBack in February I managed to head-point Kaluza Klein (E7 6b). This little route gets a bit of stick due to the fact it is both very short and quite soft for the grade. However, as is typical of so many of Johnny Dawes’s routes it has magnificent line, flamboyant moves and a memorable finish.

IMG_4539Calum Muskett Jumping on a Beetle (Highball 7b), another visionary piece from Johnny. Whilst over at Black Rocks we tried his direct – The Angel’s Share – which is a mind-blowing faith in friction exercise.  I am unsure of how to train this skill other than to do lots of climbing and increase that sensitivity and connection with the rock. As Bruce Lee put it “don’t think – feel”.

Benno Entropy's JawBenno Wagner on Entropy’s Jaw (E5 6b or Highball 6b+/c) at The Roaches. The rock along the Skyline is arguably some of the best that gritstone has to offer. Ed Booth took a fall from the top of this route and, despite the huge distance back to the ground, landed without harm –  such is the way of the modern highball approach. Without it my legs would have been broken long ago…

Andy Houseman at BrimhamWhilst the rock at Brimham may not be up to the standard of the Roaches Skyline, the magical nature of the venue more than makes up for it. Here Andy Houseman laps up the evening light during a quick trip up to Yorkshire.

Psycho CaleyPsycho (E5 6b or Highball 7a) is a route I have wanted to do for a long, long time but always found an excuse not to (i.e. it’s too high, looks too hard and is nearly always green). On this occasion there was no such luck and I did both Psycho and Psycho Direct Start.

Famous Grouse

Until a few weeks ago I had never climbed at Burbage West, odd seeing as it is one of the most accessible crags in the whole of the Peak. There I managed my first 7c, Famous Grouse Sit Start – not bad for someone who considers themselves a weak trad climber!

Charlotte Rampling

Visiting German Benno Wagner doesn’t usually get scared or fall, but on this occasion he did both on Charlotte Rampling (E6 or Highball 7a+) – another of Johnny’s routes!! He took off one item of clothing for each attempt – jumper, t-shirt, then vest. Thank goodness he didn’t fail again or spotting could have been a seriously intimate experience.

China in Your HandsAll of the above outline successes, so here is a quick failure. China in Your Hands (7b+) at Gardoms felt impossible when I went there a few months back, last weekend it felt possible – but unfortunately not possible enough! One to go back for…

A fresh start

So far 2014 has not been a fruitful year for climbing.

In fact, I could positively say that over the past month I cannot remember more than a single day where it has been dry enough to climb.

Duncan Campbell making the most of the evening light during our single day of climbing in January
Duncan Campbell making the most of the evening light during our single day of climbing in January

As a result, the past few weeks have been motivationally challenging to say the least; however, you can’t keep that sort of attitude up for long, much in the same way that it can’t – even though it may seem like it – rain forever, so I have been trying to use my time wisely to get settled into my new job at UKClimbing, learning to use my new camera and reading a few books that have been on the list for a while.

Here are a few photos taken on the aforementioned camera, which is a Canon EOS-M. Historically I have heavily relied on the Automatic mode of every camera I have owned, but with this recent investment I have vowed to use the Manual mode as much as possible in order to learn more about the skill (and art?) of how to take a good photograph. I don’t expect these early results to be record breaking in any way, but  it has been satisfying to put more into the process and, as a result, get more out of it too.

Nathan Lee on Spinal Slab at Robin Hood's Stride
Nathan Lee on Spinal Slab at Robin Hood’s Stride
Nathan Lee on Angle Arete Right at Robin Hood's Stride
Nathan Lee on Angle Arete Right at Robin Hood’s Stride
Robin Hood's Stride
Robin Hood’s Stride


Duncan Campbell - A man who's ego has taken a beating since moving to the Peak a few months ago.
Duncan Campbell – A man who’s ego has taken a beating since moving to the Peak a few months ago.

Patagonia Trip Report

Road to Chalten Patagonia
Welcome to Patagonia

At the 2004 Llanberis Mountain Film Festival I saw a lecture by Ben Bransby recounting the season he had just spent out in Patagonia. Throughout his two month stay the weather was so bad that he didn’t climb a single route – it sounded truly awful. Whilst I dislike starting with a negative, this was my first memory of ever having heard of Patagonia and it provides a good backdrop to the attitude I adopted when embarking on this trip – getting up a route in Patagonia was to be a blessing. Therefore, from a slightly different viewpoint, it seems like a rather positive place for me to begin…

On the bus ride from Calafate to Chalten I hovered just above my seat, nose pressed against the window. Just like the time when I first saw Tryfan, Mont Blanc and El Capitan there was that sense of eager anticipation, trying to glean every last detail out of the landscape before you. After two hours of nothing but baron featureless desert there came something, something dramatic. The almighty bulk of Fitzroy and it’s surrounding peaks, watching over the valley and keeping the gathering storm clouds at bay. All of a sudden we had been transported into a very different world, the wildness seemed so ripe it was ready to burst. Unbeknown to us, this was to be one of only a handful of days that we would actually see the mountains – such is the magic of Patagonia.

The Fitzroy Massif with Poincenot on the left, Fitzroy in the middle and Memoz and Guillaumet on the right

One of the major appeals of climbing in Patagonia, as opposed to Nepal, is that there is a lot less hassle: no peak fees, no permits, no acclimatisation, no porters, and no pre-defined objectives. This sense of freedom was quite liberating and with the area having become more developed in recent years there is also a good number of sport climbs/boulders to keep yourself occupied when the weather in the mountains is bad. What more could you ask for?

The development of Chalten has changed climbing in the region in more ways than one. Patagonia has gone from being a major expeditionary undertaking into a trip; like the Alps, but with far more unpredictable weather, longer walk-ins due to the lack of lift access, and (possibly the greatest factor of all) the absence of a helicopter rescue service. Just because of this change in convenience however doesn’t make it any less serious (as I will discuss later) and the feeling of adventure is still very much there.

Bouldering in Patagonia
Just one of the many great boulders on the outskirts of town

Our original objective had been to climb the Ragni Route on Cerro Torre, but upon arrival news of poor conditions and not a single success on the route so far led us to turn our eye over towards the Supercanalete on Fitzroy.  This wasn’t too much of a disappointment as – just to repeat my statement from earlier – climbing anything in Patagonia was to be a blessing. It is best not to get too fixated on a single objective, particularly somewhere well renowned for fickle weather and conditions that vary radically from season to season.  Come with many ideas, but very few firm plans – kind of like Scotland really.

One week after our arrival the time came, we had our weather window. Just two days, but that was all that we needed to make an attempt on the route. Stupidly I had only packed a small 35 litre rucksack for the trip hoping that it would inspire me to go fast and light, in retrospect this was a poor decision as it made the walk-ins an absolute nightmare. Reading the guidebook again and again we had analysed our route, broke it down into sections and assessed our chances of success. We could do it, the route was ours.

Then we looked up.

Bad weather camping in Patagonia
Piedra Negra in sub-optimal conditions

The clouds cleared and revealed a monstrous and barely recognizable figure – Fitzroy – but not as you see it in the guidebooks, not as we had planned. Covered in rime from top to toe our unshakable confidence was very firmly shaken. This was not the expected. There are multiple 5/5+ (HVS) pitches at the top of the Supercanalete and climbing these in Scottish Mixed conditions was not only going to be hard (probably nearer VI/VII) but it was going to be time consuming. The decision didn’t take long to make as our weather window was simple not large enough to embrace a route of this size in that condition.

I didn’t see this as a negative, I had prepared for this – the only question was what to do instead. Jack was of the opinion that we should head further up the valley to inspect a new line off the Marconi Sur Glacier. I was of the opinion that we should continue as planned up to Piedro Negra and climb an easier objective on a neighboring peak, it was a very real concern that this could be the only opportunity we would get to climb something weather wise and we would be best using it by climbing a route. After a cup of coffee the decision was made: we would attempt the Comesana-Vonrouge on Agua Guillaumet, a classic of the region and ideal choice for our first route in Patagonia.

I won’t go in to specifics about the route like when we started, or blow by blow accounts of moves, because quite frankly that’s boring. What I will say is that it was a privilege to be up there. The route was in rather entertaining conditions, with many of the cracks covered in ice and the temperatures well below zero. The best way of describing the rather peculiar style we adopted was like Scottish Winter climbing, but using your hands instead of axes and rock boots instead of crampons. Insane. I’ve always like ridiculous climbing and in between the agonising hot cramps (of which no human can relate to because mine are so much worse) it was hard not to laugh at what we were doing. Standing on the summit looking over towards the smoking summit of Fitzroy, then on towards the endless Patagonian ice-cap was a moment to remember.

Looking down the vonrouge in Patagonia Guillaumet
Like Scottish Winter climbing, but without the gloves or crampons…
Jack on Vonrouge Patagonia Guillaumet
Like climbing in the Alps, but with a LOT more wind…
Like the clouds, but would like it even more if they weren’t there…

Filming the route only added to the experience. Matt Pycroft had gone out of his way to impart all the film-making knowledge possible during the days of bad weather so that when the time came we could get the best footage possible. You only get the chance once and often it is the moments when you least wish to film that make the best viewing. The footage, which will be released as part of a six part series for Epic TV, will be released in the Spring – I am proud to have played a part in it’s creation and I look forward to seeing the final edit myself. Thanks to both Matt and Jack for involving me within this project and also to Marmot and DMM for the support.

On a sobering note, our return was greeted with the bad news – there had been a accident on the Supercanalete. A team from Sweden had been moving together up the initial gully when one slipped, the resulting fall pulled them off the route and back down the gully. Fortunately they had carried a Sat-Phone and another team on the route had managed to call the local rescue team. By the time we arrived it was 20:00. Unlike the Himalayas there is no option of helicopter rescue in Patagonia, in many ways making it a much more serious proposition. All rescues need to be mounted from Chalten, which from the base of the Supercanalete is a 5-6 hour walk. It is times like this when something truly inspirational occurs and that night the effort of the rescue team – comprised mainly of volunteer from the local community – and the climbers at Piedro Negra was something to behold. If that was me I know how much I would appreciate any help given, so we gave it our all. I am so glad that they got back to town alive. It cannot have been a nice experience for either of them, the help we offered was the least we could do. Thank-you to all those involved.

From this point on I can’t really say a great deal about the rest of the trip, being that it was thwarted by fairly unrelenting bad weather. I used much of my spare time to read, stretch, drink coffee and relax – it was Christmas after all. Patagonia is definitely somewhere I’d like to go back to. Cerro Torre and Fitzroy are two of the most aesthetic peaks I have seen and are reason enough to return, but then again so are Poincenot, Saint-Exupery, Demiluna, El Mojo – the list goes keeps on going.

Here’s to a fantastic 2014.

portrait rob greenwood
Having a quick breather between the boulders



Life on a small island…


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