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Anyone got any water? Mammoth Ledges, El Cap |
Two weeks, one third, into our trip. Inevitably we’ve had a few highs and lows.
The low points aren’t too bad; discovered that our car insurance doesn’t cover the campervan we’ve hired, so now driving to the crag is as nerve-wracking as climbing on the crag! Found four very slow teams ascending Lurking Fear, the first aid route which we wanted to do – that’s changed our plans, together with the fact that our static rope is 3m too short to actually do the route . . . doh! It’s hot too – 33 degrees at the base of El Cap. We can’t carry enough water to climb multi-day routes in such temperatures, so seeking out the shady climbs is mandatory.
The low points aren’t too bad; discovered that our car insurance doesn’t cover the campervan we’ve hired, so now driving to the crag is as nerve-wracking as climbing on the crag! Found four very slow teams ascending Lurking Fear, the first aid route which we wanted to do – that’s changed our plans, together with the fact that our static rope is 3m too short to actually do the route . . . doh! It’s
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Old School chimney climbing on Braille Book - where's the gear? |
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New School climbing on Superslacker Highway - lots of bolts |
The highs have been really good though; meeting up with Tom and Alice, climbing High Cathedral Spire – the tallest spire in Yosemite, and climbing Freeblast, a classic line which takes you a third of the way up El Capitan and is the first 10 pitches of both Salathe Wall and Triple Direct.
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Simon Jones, recreating the classic Royal Robbins picture on El Cap |
We climbed the 5.10c pitches free (me on second but wearing a bag full of water and spare gear, so I feel proud). The harder pitches were too difficult and polished for us to climb free so we took a French approach and shamelessly pulled up on gear, then Simon climbed behind Half Dollar Flake, the 5.8 flared chimney pitch and I didn’t see him again for at least an hour and half.
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Pitch 2, Free Blast |
All I could hear was grunting, swearing and moaning. I paid out, took in, then paid out the rope inch by inch, until eventually Simon reached the next belay and we were on our way again – to Mammoth Ledges and then the slightly dubious abseils down the fixed ropes back to the base and home in time for Tea and Medals!
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