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I’m lying in bed, eyes barely open. I read the blurry red letters. 3:45 am.

The reason for being awake is simple. I am filled with anticipation. My alarm is set to go off at 5am. Often dreaded, sometimes splendid, my alarm is a call to action.

Some people wake up instinctively. I wake to consider my plans. My body knows of the alarm and inside it stews fighting between snooze and action. It is easy to go with the flow, resist change, and just keep on sleeping. In the moment the effects of this decision are obvious. Sleep = good. More sleep = better.

Hours later the day starts in a fuzzy like I’ve awoken from a coma. Having overslept the alarm I’m on the verge of being late to work. My body is still moving slowly, ripped from the simple slumbering state.  Forcing down breakfast and running out the door, my body is deprived of endorphins.  I miss the post-run feeling in my legs as I sit at my desk.  I miss the orange glow of sunrise. I miss the feeling that I’m getting the most out of each day.

My decisions come full circle when I am yet again laying in bed. This time the clock reads 10:30 and I just can’t seem to fall asleep. I want to be asleep. I want to rest, to wake up invigorated. How many minutes will pass before I no longer remember checking the glowing red digits of the clock.  Without an outlet for my energy I am denied sleep and enter back into the vicious cycle.

I set my alarm for 5 am again and wonder if I will get up to run. If I keep trying I’m bound to succeed.

 

-Luke

While winter has barely hit California this year things have been going slowly at DreamInVertical. Expect more frequent posting in the coming weeks.

I wanted to share the two videos below. Very high quality content with different artistic vision. Pat Bagley has a good interview with Austin Siadak, who shot the Desert Life.  Austin also has a very though provoking blog on the  how to tell good stories. The final video shows the making of Yosemite HD. It is proof of all the hard work that goes into these movies.   Enjoy the videos!

A Desert Life from Austin Siadak on Vimeo.

Yosemite HD from Project Yosemite on Vimeo.

Making of Yosemite HD:

Yosemite Timelapse Documentary from Dalton Runberg on Vimeo.

To start off the new year I wanted to share some photos from our very fun 2011. I’ll be writing a reflective post but don’t hold your breath. Enjoy the pictures!

- Luke

 

January – Sport Climbing

January causes chilly belayer syndrome

 

Wet weekends are good for craft projects

February – Skiing

Epic snowstorm en route to skiing.

 

Great ski conditions at Kirkwood

 

March – Indian Creek

A happy Lizzy after sending Sacred Cow.

 

Luke onsights Extra Lean

April – Vegas vacation and the first Yosemite Tweetup!

Count the climbers. There are four in this photo!

 

At Upper Yosemite Falls for the Yosemite Tweetup

 

May – Yosemite Storms and Sending

A bear patrols the El Cap bridge

 

Looking up at Tales of Power.

 

June – Wedding and a Honeymoon

We tied the Knot!!

Honeymooning in Canada

July – South Africa and the Steck-Salathe

Lizzy in South Africa doing geology field work

 

Summit Glory after the Steck-Salathe! (I'm a little bit excited...)

 

August – Hulk-O-Rama

Luke enjoys live climber "TV" on the Hulk.

Lost in the Sun!

 

September and October – Running and Climbing in Yosemite

El Cap (look how little the East Buttress is!) from Taft Point.

 

Amazing views from Clouds Rest

 

Keith leads the Harding Slot

 

November – Bishop bouldering

 

A snowy drive to the east side.

 

Lizzy works out a technical sequence.

 

Luke gets some altitude at the Happy Boulders

December – Running

Lizzy during the TNF Challenge Half Marathon

 

Looking for the trail somewhere near Cathedral Pass

Many people associate haul bags with aid climbing, Yosemite, and El Capitan. But I think that haul bags are just as useful for free climbers, especially when you are trying to add a bit of comfort or climb closer to your limit. When climbing multi-pitch routes, you are often going for hours at a time and the weight of all of that food and water really adds up. Typically climbers split this up into backpacks but they can become quite heavy. A few extra pounds may make the difference between sending the crux pitch, or following a pitch clean. Having a haul bag (of the right size) can allow a team to bring more stuff (jacket, water, etc.) without causing the follower to suffer. Hauling is especially efficient if you are already planning on bringing a second rope to rappel the route.

Large assortment of Haul Bags

The big variables for choosing a bag are durability and size. At first I tried hauling small back packs that I had but these instantly sprouted holes. Even the Metolius Porta-a-cord, which seems to be designed as a lighter weight haul bag, failed me. After these unsuccessful attempts, I bought a Metolius Zodiac haul pack.

The Zodiac is the smallest “haul pack” that Metolius makes, at 16 liters. At the time I was unsure of what size I would need and found this one at a good price. It has no waist band, which can be annoying, but is super durable and can fit  three Nalgene water bottles and a few jackets. Unlike the rest of the Metolius haul bags, the shoulder straps on the Zodiac  do not store away in the pack and can catch on features when hauling.

The Zodiac haul pack on the Rainbow Wall in Red Rocks

After six months of use, I wanted to be able to bring more stuff and purchased the Metolius Shield. This “pack” is much bigger (31 vs 16 liters) and has a removable waist belt and stowable pack straps. The Shield is a little large to wear when climbing but it fit two pairs of approach shoes in addition to water and jackets. It’s large enough that I even brought it on the El Capitan as a sub-bag. One missing item is a sternum strap which could add some comfort when hiking and climbing.

Rappelling with the Metolius Shield

For big wall and aid climbing I have a Metolius Half Dome, 125 Liters, and the A5 Grade 7 bag, a massive 180 liters. (seen in the first photo) The Half Dome has better suspension (with a sternum strap!) but does not have enough room for more than 2 days on the wall. When I climbed the Salathe we used the A5 as our main bag with more frequently used items and food in the Shield. Hauling two bags gives both climbers a bag to carry on the way down. This worked well enough but the loads were lopsided (31 liters vs 180 liters)… Since then I’ve purchased the Metolius Quarter Dome. This is more reasonable size for a second bag at 69 liters and could be even be paired with the Half Dome instead of using the monstrous A5 bag.

Haul bags a plenty on El Cap Spire

One thing I’ve learned is you almost always want a bigger haul bag. I often bring the Shield instead of the Zodiac on free routes to make packing easier.  This is especially true when at hanging belays or on El Capitan. The one counter point is that it is nearly impossible to get to the bottom of huge bags like Metolius El Cap, Half Dome or the Grade 7 A5 bag. Either way you want to be able to get at food and water easily so you consume enough during the inevitable long days. I find that sorting your gear into mesh bags (with clip in loops) will help you stay organized and prevent you from dropping anything. It would really suck to drop your approach shoes off of El Cap!

Gear Recommendation:

For multipitch free routes like Astroman, The Rostrum, Rainbow Wall, Sheer Lunacy and Moonlight Buttress, I would suggest the Metolius Mescalito, Shield, or Express. For Black Diamond, the Stubby also works (it’s the same size as the Shield). Anything larger would be overkill. These packs will fit your approach shoes in addition to 3-5 liters of water, food and jackets.

 

Tag Lines and Hauling

One of the big down sides of having a haul bag is getting it up the wall.  I’ve had haul bags that weighed as much as me, which made hauling no small chore. For the most part I’ll to talk about hauling on free routes, which is much simpler since complex pulley systems are unnecessary.

Roberto trailing our 5mm haul line on the Rainbow Wall

Since the whole idea of having a haul bag is to climb with less stuff you want to make sure you have the right kind of haul/tag line. For most climbs I use either a 5 or 6mm cord unless I plan on doing a lot of rappelling. The 6mm is compatible with the Petzl Mini-Traxion which is great for hauling loads under 50 pounds.  My 5mm line is 40 meters long which is adequate for many free climbs. I use this with a DMM revolver or just pull up the bag hand over hand. I purchased it based on “half” pitches which are usually 30 or 35 meters.  My 6mm line is a full 60 meters which allows me to haul a bag on longer pitches like the Enduro Corner on Astroman.

When I’m climbing at the Incredible Hulk, I tend to rappel instead of walking off. This is best executed with two 70m ropes and I use a 8.2mm x 70m Petzl Dragonfly. This is a dynamic rope that I sometime use as a double. As a haul line it feeds like butter through the Mini-Traxion and is not too heavy. It is much bulkier than the 5 or 6mm lines and takes up much more room in your pack, so I usually trail it. Anything in the 7.x-8.x mm range will work well as a rappel line. They can usually be found by searching for a Twin or Double rope.

The process of hauling a small bag is fairly simple when it weighs less than 50 pounds. I put the mini-traxion on the anchor (as high as possible), and then pull up the slack through by hand (no ascender required). My usual technique is to have one hand on each side of the mini-traxion so that I’m pulling both up on the weighted side and down on the free side. This works best for lighter loads. The bag can get stuck so I generally haul while the second is climbing. This way your follower can help free the bag. This requires the use of an auto-locking belay device, like an ATC-Guide or Reverso.

One trick that I have found with smaller diameter cord is that it is worthwhile to switch ends after each haul. Thin cords get easily twisted and you don’t want to lose time having to re-flake the rope at each belay. Thus like climbers swapping leads, I flake the line when hauling the pack, and then re-attach the haul bag at the other end. This makes the rope much less likely to snag when the leader is climbing.

For free-climbing with light bags I also tend to add a sling and biner to the haul bag so it is easy to dock it to the anchor. When big wall climbing a munter mule is much better so that you can lower out the bag when you are hauling.

If you are bringing a haul line that is shorter than your rope, you will have situations where you can’t haul the bag. In case of emergency you can use your haul line as a pull cord to allow for longer rappels. This is especially important when climbing big routes, or dealing with fickle weather. Having a second rope can be the difference between getting down safe and calling for a rescue.

Overall I find that climbing without a pack increases my enjoyment on climbs more than the effort required to haul a bag. Logistics and rope management are more important with the additional gear but the small weight difference may help you send that route of your dreams! It is also nice for the leader to haul up the bag and be able to put on a jacket in colder weather.

Time to relax and enjoy the climbing!

- Luke

Technically, it was morning but the night was still holding on. It was late October, the end of an amazing season of climbing in Yosemite. Daylight hours were precious and our head lamps illuminated the trail to Sentinel Rock.

Morning Light on El Capitan

Casey 4th classing up the huge approach ramp.

I was on this trail at this early hour three months before, almost to the day. Back in July, twilight was already filtering through the Valley and we were sweating before we even left the car.  This day I wondered if we had packed enough jackets because there would be no sun on the Chouinard-Herbert.

We started 5th class climbing here (just to the left of the big pine in the sandy gully)

Casey and I hiked up the climbers’ trail, with the sun helping show the path. The air was crisp and multi-colored leaves covered the hillside.  We made our final preparations at the base, sorted our gear, and tightened our climbing shoes. We scrambled up the ramps, quickly working our way towards the route.

Casey on the last chimney before Chessman Pinnacle

We deviated from the topo, taking a more direct and fun variation, but eventually made our way to Chessman Pinnacle. Occasional marks of chalk showed signs of prior parties on the seemingly abandoned route.  The Sentinel was ours, the shade and cold our partners for the day.

Casey took the sharp end off the Pinnacle and smoothly onsighted a less than straightforward pitch. The cracks demanded attention as they varied in size and angle before blanking out at the belay. Casey picked his way over the slab, approaching the first crux. As he worked past a smattering of fixed gear, he was looking good until his foot slipped. The crack was barely a finger’s width across.

Casey leads the first 5.10 pitch off Chessman Pinnacle

Casey right before the first crux section.

 

As I started climbing my confidence was wavered and I had Casey drop a loop of rope to haul the pack. Unencumbered, I worked my way up the tips crux. Foot high, I tried to locate a good spot in the crack. My body tensed as my foot came off, but I recovered.  I got my breathing back under control and reset my foot, quickly smashing my fingers into the crack and snagging a good fingerlock. Moments later I too was on the ledge.

Psyched for a chilly but fun day on the Sentinel

The plan was to swing leads for efficiency, so I racked up for a face climbing challenge. Despite having already climbed five hundred feet, I felt rusty or perhaps just tired. The pitch was leaning and I had to transition mentally to the new style of climbing. Pitons guided me up the face.  With plenty of gear left, I linked into the next pitch. I moved nervously careful not to pull the wrong way on the hollow and loose flakes. Finally at the belay, I relaxed on the spacious ledge. The two new ASCA bolts instilled some confidence and mellowed my attitude.

Casey links pitches 9 and 10.

Casey swung through and easily climbed the next two pitches bringing us to the base of the my first 5.11 lead. I started up the offwidth, thrutching slightly and spending far more effort than then 5.8 rating implied.  The crack narrowed down below a roof and I fought to keep my pump under control. Swinging my legs up over the lip, I slipped. My arm was still wedged in the crack, so I caught my self and struggled to avoid falling.  Casey would show me an easier sequence when he followed, but for now I still had more climbing to do. My mind was fried and at the next hard sequence I gave up. The crack thinned out and I could see neither hand holds nor gear placements. I faltered.

Casey make quick work of the long 5.11 corner (pitch 11)

After cleaning out some dirt, I fought my way up, pumped to the max, and eventually clipped the oddly placed anchors. Casey barely struggled, climbing smoothly with our pack to the belay. I tried to regroup, but it seems that my mental energy was gone. The hundreds of feet of climbing had slowly chipped away my armor.

Mandatory shot of Afro-Cuban Flakes (not very big in person!)

The Afro Cuban Flakes were next and I worked up to the traverse. With the picture of Honnold fresh in my mind, I crimped and crossed up into the underclings. The flakes were loose and rotten so I traversed to a better stance and fired in an anchor’s worth of gear. But from here I was faced with the unknown. With my mental energy sapped and my arms filled with lactic acid, I hung. It is so funny how small mental shifts can be the difference between sending and giving up.

Inobvious holds and body positions lead over the roof and eventually I worked my way to the belay, resting on pins and gear to save my energy. I don’t know what I was keeping it for, since the next few pitches quickly flew by. Casey was able to fire the crux with my running beta and we linked and simuled to the top, where we were treated to warming rays of the setting sun. Sadly there was no time to dawdle or soak in the views.

Casey is totally psyched (to finish climbing in the daylight)!

The descent gulley was loose and long, but rarely technical and not as bad as the hype. We made good time and arrived back at our packs just in time for the darkness to surround us once again. Headlamps illuminated our steps as we trudged back to the car.

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten up in the dark and returned to camp in the dark. We got back to the car just under 12 hours after leaving it. I’ve waited a while to try the Chouinard-Herbert and was glad I squeezed it into this fall. I know I’ll be back!

- Luke

 

Rough topo of the Chouinard-Herbert

 

 

 

 

I don’t know exactly where the road began, but I do have a memory of the Astroman topo pinned to my apartment wall in Australia. It was 2005 and I had traveled to Melbourne to become a better trad climber. Sure, I was there to study abroad, but really I wanted to dance up the faces of Mount Arapiles and learn how to place gear at my limit.

Many climbs, years, and goals later I’m living in the Bay Area. Yosemite is now my “home” crag and I spend as many weekends there as possible. Last fall began with a trip up Astro-Hulk, a rainy day on the Rostrum, a send of Astro-Boy and eventually success on the Rostrum. Yosemite requires mastery of wide cracks and despite a  newly gained proficiency at hand-stacking I was unsure of my ability to climb the overhung Harding Slot.

Keith leads the second pitch with the Enduro Corner just visible above.

After not climbing together for most of the summer, Keith and I were able to make October plans for Astroman. After getting a late start, we saw two parties on the route, with the lower one taking falls on the Enduro Corner. We figured out the Boulder Problem and then did the Enduro Corner, a masterpiece of thin hand jamming. Unfortunately, we could then see the next team struggling on the Harding Slot.

Keith re-racks after sending the boulder problem.

Eventually I had to start climbing and linked the pitches to the base of the Slot. This was our first time on the 6th pitch and I was thrilled by the sporty laybacking despite my thrutching on a lower wide hands section. When I arrived near the anchor, the team was still grunting up the slot and the second opted out of climbing and jugged the pitch. All of this had made me quite nervous and I climbed poorly, struggling on the moves up to the base of the Slot. I didn’t quite have the right gear and was unsure of how or what to commit to.  I hung, and then desperately aided into the Slot. Once securely wedged I was able to squeeze up, happy to be chimneying. Keith cruised the start but slipped out of the slot and had to hang. It was now 4:15pm and we were uncommitted to a late night on the rock. It was time to bail, we were still only boys.

Over the next day and on the drive home we talked about the Slot. All the other pitches had given us no trouble, but I was unconvinced that I could lead it successfully. Keith was optimistic and had figured out some good beta. We decided to swap pitches and he would get the Slot for the following weekend. As the week passed, I was unsure of our chances, but we discussed this openly and decided it was better that success was uncertain. More of an adventure… (gulp)

Keith stemming and sending on the Enduro Corner

Saturday morning we left Hardin Flat at 6am to drive into the Valley. It was still dark, but we were both well rested and focused. We had sorted gear already and were hiking up to the route shortly after 7. By 7:30 we could see the route and two people were atop the first pitch and I heard noises that suggested two more people might be near by. We were not, however, prepared for the six people that were ahead of us! Making matters worse, there were some fixed lines of unknown origin on the route.

I started climbing at 8 am and the Astro-JAM began. We chatted, crawled, and waited our way up to the Boulder Problem. I had the lead this time and sent the pitch once the next ledge became less crowded.  It felt secure, a welcome change from the weekend prior. A few foreign climbers showed up and started jugging the lines that went all the way up to the Harding Slot. Everywhere there were people leading or hanging or following. A huge cluster slowly oozing their way up the route.

Luke is psyched for ASTRO-MAN!!

As I began the Enduro Corner, two more parties showed up on the route. We had now reached 14 people on the first 6 pitches! At the overnight ledge Keith and I got comfortable. It’s pretty easy to link the next two pitches but none of the parties above us had done this. The sun was out, the day was beautiful so we relaxed and eventually had a nice long conversation with the Canadian party behind us. Two hours passed before the clog had moved through the slot. We had expected the jugging climbers to continue up the route but they luckily decided to bail. It was go time and I quickly dispatched the next two pitches.

With the gear beta dialed  Keith set off up to the Slot. He cruised the overhung layback and steadily worked himself up to the point of no return. Past the last good hold, he  jammed his way into the slot. “I’m at the jugs” he exclaimed proudly. He was now fully committed and almost assured of success. Not long after he had wiggled his way to the top and it was up to me.  I got up to the last hand jam and the small right foot, but I couldn’t move higher. Uncertain what to do, I frantically called for slack and down climbed to the ledge. Going back up, I used a different foot, squeezed my left hand in the thin crack and squirmed up higher. Over the next five minutes I fought, swore, and inched my way into the Slot, totally lacking Keith composure. Once in I had to calm my breathing before I could continue to the belay.

Keith leads the Harding Slot

An hour earlier, sitting on the overnight ledge, we had firmly decided on bailing. We would try the Slot and then go back down. The hour was too late and we were sure to get benighted. Upon finishing the Slot it was the exact same time as the week prior, 4:15pm. Now the circumstances had changed, we had sent the pitch and the decision was instant so we charged up. At the next belay we ran into another party who were doing a the FA of Quantum Man. The party ascent raged on.

Keith follows the Harding Slot (from our 1st attempt)

Keith then onsighted the Changing Corners pitch without much trouble and we had caught back up to the parties from earlier in the day. Jammed up again, we waited, chatting with the Quantum party. It was late, after 6pm when I started the changing corners. I had a few dicey moments, not wanting to fall, before making it to the belay and taking over the lead. A toally crazy and wild pitch! It’s hard to imagine Alex, Dean or Peter soloing this pitch.  The moon had risen and it was now dark. I relished in the easier climbing and was forced to bump my big gear and run it out on the 60+ feet of #3 camalots.

Setting up the belay on the final ledge, I had a spectacular view of the wall dropping off below me illuminated by the full moon. The Washington Column is a big wall and I relished the 1000 feet of air  on the perfect fall night.

Keith took over the lead for the last pitch and dispatched the scary crux by headlamp. A few balance-y moves were the final test between us and success. My foot slipped while following, 15 feet below the anchor on a mossy rock. My core tightened to maintain body tension and prevented the fall.

From the summit of the Washington Column we had a spectacular view of the entire Valley. North Dome loomed above, magically lit up. We had committed to the darkness and succeeded in climbing Astroman. The success was slightly surreal. Hours before we had given up but now we had met our fall goal! The adventure was more than we bargained for and the many hours of darkness added to the memory.

I think we will both go back to climb the route again, but for now we have peace with our accomplishment. It would be nice to be able to climb at the front of the line, unrestricted by external conditions.

Cheers,

Luke

As you can likely tell, posts have been few and far between this fall. Two months of splitter weather have resulted in oodles of time outside in Yosemite. Lizzy has been running  up a storm and I have been keeping busy climbing.

The big plan for this fall was Astroman and come September I was unsure that I was on track. After a series of emails, I had a blind date set up for the Rostrum. I wanted to check up on my fitness and was excited to get back on this amazing route. The Rostrum is one of the best multipitch crack routes that I’ve done. Each pitch presents a different challenge and move after move of awesome jamming.

Will leads the crux pitch of the Rostrum

It was the first time on the route for my partner Will and I convinced him to take the harder pitches. This allowed me to lead some of the pitches I had followed previously. Both of us were psyched to the max and you can read Will’s version of our adventure here. Our day went well and I was able to push through the pump while leading and managed to do the crux with our pack! It was a great time spent savoring steep granite. We finished in the early afternoon and spent the rest of the day relaxing in the Valley.

Will follows the post crux pitch. (The Uprising in the background)

Sometimes I get fixated on something and that weekend it was the Rostrum. I spent Sunday afternoon working on the Alien roof and started making plans to come back immediately for Blind Faith. The Alien is super steep and it was quiet exciting to lower over the lip for a few top-rope burns. Sunday of the next weekend rolled around and James and I were headed back to the Rostrum again. All week I had been reading and psyching myself up for the route.

Luke and Will psyched on a great day on the Rostrum!

The first pitch was the crux and delivered a hearty dose of difficulty. The rattly fingers and finger stacks were insecure and I struggled to place gear. I ended up hanging a few times before getting into the thin hands which lead to the top. Despite my fondness for the 2″ crack size, I couldn’t manage my pump and hung again at the crack switch. Eventually the crack widened to awesome hands and I flew up to the anchor!

James savors the first pitch of Blind Faith

The next two pitches are wide and cause many people to rappel after the first pitch. James did an excellent job on the first, learning to handstack on the fly, then I got the crux third pitch. This offwidth is amazingly splitter and slowly shrinks from 7″ to nothing. I road our #6 camalot for a while before getting into awesome hand stacks and knee locks (#5 camalot). The angle was fairly steep so it was essential to stay relaxed and rest when possible. The final moves deposit you at the anchor for the sixth pitch of the North Face route.

James sinks bomber hands at the end of the crux of Blind Faith.

Instead of the final Blind Faith pitch I was excited to check out Croft’s Excellent Adventure. The Reid guide shows this as solid 5.13, but I had heard that the bottom part was only 5.12-. With this in mind, I set off up the regular route’s 7th pitch and stepped left to the finger crack. I struggled my way up some 5.11 moves before running out steam. I tried to keep climbing but the crack turned to tips and I became an aid climber. It seems it could be doable at 12b/c but would require far more energy than I had.

 

James leads the first offwidth on Blind Faith

Our day still had excitement in store, since nature decided to turn on the sprinklers. During my long “aid” lead, rain clouds had moved over the Rostrum and the final pitch was slightly wet. Luckily I had a #6 camalot to provide some security for the final section of wide climbing.

These two great weekends of adventures on the Rostrum kicked off my fall Yosemite season and put me on the road to Astroman! The Excellent Adventure will need some more recon before I give it another lead attempt. Also I need to refine my finger stacking ability to redpoint the crux of Blind Faith.

Enjoy!

- Luke

The first snow has fallen and summer is officially over. The store and campground in Tuolumne closed weeks ago. The granite domes are now empty, no longer occupied by the summer flock of climbers.

The Meadows are a wonderful semi-alpine escape from the heat of Yosemite Valley. High elevation grants reasonable temps from June until October. The landscape, wide and varied, strikes a beautiful contrast to the vast walls of Yosemite proper. It was another fun summer in the Meadows, but most of my focused energy was on the Hulk, so I did more exploration and socializing than serious rock climbing. I was fortunate to climb OZ and the Gram Traverse, check out the exciting Inverted Staircase, and do a lap on Tenaya Peak, Stately Pleasure Dome, and many others. I got to explore my slab climbing weakness and hike up to the extraordinary Blues Riff. With a few more areas explored, I’m even more curious to get off the beaten track in Tuolumne.

Here are some photos from my various weekends in TM:

 

Drug Dome!

 

Casey works through the face climbing crux on OZ.

 

Keith onsighting the corner on OZ

 

Jonathan cruises the beautiful corner on OZ

 

Keith post crux on the P1 of the Gram Traverse

 

Keith leads the second pitch of the Gram Traverse

 

Casey leading the crux pitch of the Gram Traverse

 

Luke after climbing Phobos

 

Crazy crowds on Tenaya Peak

 

A friendly marmot on Tenaya Peak

 

 

Luke and Mark on Tenaya Peak

 

Chris and Lizzy on Tenaya Peak

 

Chris mantels the summit block of Tenaya Peak. (cruxy!!)

 

Summit success

 

James follows the first pitch of Hoodwink

 

James at the end of the 3rd pitch of The Sting

If you have followed the blog for a while you might know that I have been through two shoulder dislocations. Luckily I have been able to find good methods to regain strength and continue climbing.

So I just wanted to pass along the current workout that I have been doing. This was written by Steve Edwards (whose blog I have been following for a while.)

Steve is one of the workout guru’s at Beach Body and worked on the science behind the ever popular P90x. This article/workout is featured in current issue of Deadpoint Magazine. It’s on page 60 in the magazine.

Even if you don’t currently have shoulder problems this is a good workout to do. Pre-hab is much better than rehab!

You can download a PDF of the workout HERE!

Enjoy and Stay healthy!

- Luke

600 feet 19 bolts, 10 days, 6 brushes, 4 partners and 1 route later, here is the long-winded tale of my experience new routing on the Incredible Hulk.

Photo Topo

Stemming out under the small roof, I know that I haven’t done it this way before. I hesitate and wonder if I’m going to blow it. (Stop thinking Luke, just climb). I’m inching my way towards the bolt. Opposition is crucial when all the holds are facing the wrong way. Clip, layback, I’m at the next stance. Almost there, I punch it a little more and prepare to grovel to the belay. Granite peels off the wall, my feet push hard to allow progress up the groove. I’m there, a sinker lock. Grab a good edge, stem out. I clip the anchor. The final pitch is my reward. I’m dancing up the face. It’s less than vertical and good holds are abundant. We are done for the day, maybe for this season. I had no idea it would happen so fast.

James leads us up the Red Dihedral on a scouting trip

Bolting is FUN!

It all started a year ago: August 2010. John and I had just climbed Beeline. It was an easy day, a fun time in the mountains that left me wanting more. Hiking down the gully, I searched the Hulk for something between Red Dihedral and Beeline. Hundreds of feet of rock but only one or two forgotten routes. I saw a crisp looking corner, took a photo, made a mental note and started planning the next trip.

Starting up the first pitch

Over Labor Day 2010, I convinced my roommate Keith that it would be a good idea for him to belay me while I chucked rocks at him from above (AKA route development). He seemed willing and he happily doled out slack, as I slowly climbed the first pitch of what became Lost in the Sun.  The afternoon turned into evening as I cleared rock and slowly hand drilled a single belay bolt. Eventually Keith awoke from his belay slaving and was able to climb the pitch clean on follow. The first twenty feet off the belay was “blank” and I was convinced the next pitch would need protection bolts if it was possible at all. We called it quits and the 2010 season was over.

Luke is psyched after getting through the crux on pitch one!

When this summer rolled around I was thinking of the Hulk and wondering if the route could go. I recruited my friend James and come July we were hiking up a very snowy Little Slide Canyon.

Snowy Little Slide Canyon

While ground up adventures are proud, I didn’t want to start climbing and bolting a line that was impossible, drilling unnecessarily up the face. After climbing to the top of the Red Dihedral, I traversed right from the belay and set up a few directionals so James could lower me to the potential route. Instantly I saw possibilities, trundled some loose rock, and climbed around on what became pitches 4 and 5.

The next day we aborted our plans to Escape from Poland (thanks James!) and started  a bolting and cleaning mission.  This was a huge success, with James and I climbing most of the unknown sections on pitches 2 and 3. The features all connected and the route was becoming a reality.

With the Hulk imprinted in my mind, I had to go work on the route. I often struggle to find a partner when Lizzy is out of town and this trip proved no different. I decided to go solo. I aid soloed up through ground that James and I had tried on the previous trip. The moves were doable and I free climbed when possible. I had brought a drill and hammer in case I would need to place any bolts on lead, but when I took out the hammer and the drill, I was shocked. I had brought the drill holder but had forgotten to put in the DRILL BIT!  I kept climbing, hoping that the next section would hold gear. It took a few marginal pieces before I could get in a bomber cam. This pitch made me understand the excitement and adventure of going ground up!

Jonathan pulls the pitch one crux

The next two days were spent aid soloing, lead bolting, cleaning and mini-traxioning the first four pitches. The route had come into to place with at least one bolt at all belays and more protection bolts on the crux pitch. I spent a lot of time thinking about where the bolts should go and tried to put them in reasonable places both for clipping and to protect falls.

Luke works through the crux of pitch two

The final trip I was only pseudo partner-less since I was tagging along with two friends, Casey and Jonathan. The were going to spend Saturday doing Positive Vibrations and agreed to help with my route on the other two days.

I was nervous when I started leading the first pitch of Lost in the Sun. I had done all the moves before, but I was not totally sure of where the gear would go. At the stance before the final crux, I put in a few suspect small cams. Trusting my feet, I moved left towards the belay, leaving the security of the corner. In a second it was over and the first pitch had been freed! The second pitch feels slightly harder with cool face climbing right off the belay and a slab traverse that brings you to a thin crux. Figuring out the beta was tricky and I was psyched to execute on lead. With no expectation for the third pitch, I set off. Grunting, crimping and smearing, I made my way through the seam crux and to the rest below the tips corner. Excuses filled my mind, and I aided through the crux to the third pitch belay. I was exhausted and happy to have made it as far as I did.

The next day, with the boys gone to climb Positive Vibrations, I was on my own. I mini-traxioned the first two pitches again without falling. Wasting no time, I jugged the crux section and started aid-soloing the fourth pitch.

Pitch 4 overview

I figured out a workable sequence on the 4th pitch and climbed up to the top of the fifth pitch. With the bolting finished, I continued up into the true unknown. A short splitter led to blocky terrain and I trundled a few big rocks before realizing that the climbing was easy enough to save for another day. I had seen a passage to the Red Dihedral splitter (P7 or so on that route) and didn’t think another bolted belay was necessary or prudent. The “construction” and composition was complete. The pitches had starts and finishes and I could see all the moves.

The night left me anxious and nervous for the following day. With Jonathan gassed from PV, Casey and I decided to go back to our highpoint so I could lead the fourth and fifth pitches.

After a mellow start I worked up to the crux, clipped the bolt and made the bouldery moves up higher. The send was not yet in the bag and I had to technique my way up tricky stemming section, described at the start of this post.

With the third pitch still a project, I plan on going back next year for a complete and continuous ascent. More specific beta and information can be found on Mountain Project. This has been an incredible process and a dream come true for me. Lost in the Sun tends to have more face-climbing and laybacking than straight in jamming. Many of the cruxes are tricky to figure out, which was very rewarding on redpoint. I hope many people are able to enjoy this route!

Cheers,

Luke

Murali Achanta Photo

There are many routes that have a reputation. When you drive through Yosemite, the various formations call for attention. I’ve often stared at the tall dark face of the sentinel. Blank and imposing I first heard tales of a route that climbs up the bowels of this behemoth. In Camp4, one of Steve Roper’s many books about Yosemite, he describes the multi-day first ascent done by Allen Steck  and John Salathe in 1950. Endless wide climbing, multiple days on the wall, and dehydration.

Steep uphill approach = happy face?

To me Yosemite is synonymous with crack climbing and the proliferation of offwidths and chimneys define the area.  The Steck-Salath is a route defined by this style. With over fifteen hundred feet of climbing, most parties do this route in a long day. I however had heard tales of climbers forced to sleep on the route, bivy on the summit, or get benighted while lost in the  never ending descent gully.

With all of these thoughts in my mind, I was nervous about the route. Chimneys and off-widths can take a long time to climb and are always harder than the grade suggests.

Jonathan following the first pitch.

Parking our car at 4 Mile trail head at 5:30 am sunrise was right around the corner. The first 30 minutes of the trail were easy to follow and paved, something one could easily do in the dark. The summer heat greeted us with swarms of mosquitoes and the steep hike covered us in sweat. (Did I mention it was hot!)

The approach was simple enough to follow, with numerous cairns leading to a few hundred feet of easy 3rd and 4th class climbing. At the base I got the first lead which would set things up for the rest of the day as we swung leads. Climbing up the first pitch it was already 7am. Hopefully we had started early enough. The first three pitches flew by with linking and we were below the first crux in no time.

Great view of El Capitan! (and the cathedral rocks)

With some trepidation I set off up the Wilson Overhang. I went right side and tried to wedge my self in the inside of the crack. This gave me the security of gear but greatly increasing the difficulty of the climbing. Sweating profusely I pulled through, happy to be wearing knee pads as suggested by my friends.

Jonathan takes the sharp end on a lovely wide crack after the Wilson Overhang.

A blur of rope drag, tricky route finding and a touch of simul-climbing saw me tunneling through to the back of the flying buttress. Our topo stated “lunch ledge” or something similar and so we stopped. Jonathan announced it was only 11:30 am and I was psyched.  The next two block pitch was mine. At the end of the steep 5.9 pitch I was wishing for a #4 camalot as my number three umbrellaed in the crack…

Jonathan cruises the slab pitch.

A fun slab was next, a strange change of pace on a route full of cracks and chimneys. Luckily two of the three bolts had been replaced with shiny hardware  We had opted for a pack and were happy to be losing weight as we worked through our 5 liters of water.

As Jonathan squirmed his way up the flare bellow the narrows I soaked in the views. Being high up in Yosemite is spectacular. Having never climbed on the Sentinel I was stoked on the new perspectives on the valley.  Slowly wedging my way up the crack I fought hard to stay in. This was my biggest struggle of the day and every inch was a battle. Finally in the chimney, past the first bolt, I sped up towards the Narrows.

Pretty steep wall with the narrows chimney on the left.

Looking up from inside our dark belay I saw my fate. The squeeze was much wider than my torso but narrower than my legs. Looking out yielded a thousand feet of exposure all the way down to the valley floor. Up I went, gear on long slings hitched to my harness. It’s hard to describe the sequence required. I kicked, thrashed and inched up only to ooze back down. I was stable below the narrows but couldn’t quite get my wedged inside.

JP on the crux flare before the narrows.

Eventually I got my left knee stuck and used a combination of chicken wings and head jams to work my legs up inside. Once my full body was in the fissure I easily squirmed and pulled my way up. I reveled in the extremely exposed position when the chimney widened towards the outside.

Sweet view of upper AND lower Yosemite Falls

With the Narrows behind us we sped up on the final pitches, summiting just before 5:30 pm. With tired bodies but the climbing complete, we faced the finally challenge of getting down. The descent was not as steep (really only a few sections of 3rd and 4th class) but it went on forever. Two hours of mind numbing talus walking returned us to the car drenched yet again in sweat.

Our timing had worked out extremely well and we had climbed in the shade all day until the last pitch. With plenty of sunlight at 7:30 we oped for a river washing before cold beer and pizza for dinner.

Celebration was in order. We had a great day climbing and avoided getting benighted (my biggest fear). I see more climbing on the sentinel in my future.

Summit Glory! (I'm a little bit excited...)

 

Beta/ Gear suggestions:

With the knowledge of the route I’d be happy to do it again but would hope for a slightly cooler day so we could bring less water (which was quite heavy early on). It was windy and we both brought and occasionally wore long sleeve shirts on the route. I think efficiency is very important since most of the pitches felt much easier than the three cruxes. I found the flare below the narrows to be the hardest, followed by the Wilson overhang and finally the few moves required to get established in the narrows. I skipped the squeeze above Wilson by climbing halfway up the pitch, placing a piece, and then traversing to the flake out right. This more or less put me on TR for the tricky move required to get established on the flake.

We did P1 per the supertopo, JP Linked P2 and P3 with a 70m rope. I linked P4 & P5 all the way up to a piton at a stance. JP linked P6 & P7 which required a little bit of simul-climbing. P8 was used to move the belay through the tunnel and could be linked with P6&7 if simuling. I pitched out P9 and P10, but think they should be linkable with a 70m. You may need to simul ~10-20 feet. JP climbed P11 and I climbed P12 (the narrows). These could be linked without much drag (since there’s not that much gear) and would make a killer crux pitch. JP lead P13 and I linked P14 &15 and belayed just above the tree… JP lead us to the summit, which was a short pitch with enough 5th class moves that it was nice to use a rope.  This is ~ 12 pitches but two were short pitches used to move the belay and reach the summit.

Gear:
1x Green, Red C3. 2x Yellow Alien, 1 Grey Alien, 2x .5 Camalot -> #2 camalot Single #3 camalot, #4 camalot and #5 camalot.  If you want more wide gear I suggest a 2nd #4 over a #3.

70 meter Rope

I would suggest  a single #3 and #4 C4 and an old style #4 (purple)

On the narrows I placed a bomber .5 camalot, clipped a pin, Placed a .75camalot and finally a green alien before the two bolt belay. A  #4 C4 perfect protects the opening moves and can be shoved very high so you are basically on TR to get into the slot. I hear other people place a second #4 on this pitch, but I didn’t.

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