Success

Sticking the lip of the Cobra Crack. Photo: Garrett Bradley

My trip is over and I sent the Cobra. It didn’t go as easy as when Mason cruised it (Video). In fact I shook, clawed and screamed my way through the top out using an unlikely sequence I had just put together because I knew I didn’t have the core for the traditional seemingly easier way. The difference between that shot and the previous months on the route came down to how hard I was trying. Instead of being perfect in my movement I just gritted my teeth more and refused to let go.

So stoked to join this incredible list. Photo: Ji Yun

 After my last blog I had a couple more weeks on the route and still hadn’t got my high point from the previous season. I felt like it wasn’t going to happen. I almost gave up. It was hot and smokey in August and I gave the Cobra a couple of shots once a week and tried some other things. I jumped on Division Bell for more power endurance training and fell off the end a multitude of times. I didn’t want to use the knee bar rest as it wouldn’t be good training. Eventually I got frustrated and decided I wanted to send something. I got sick of failure. I could see the season coming to an end and more training wasn’t what was needed. The only thing I could change this late in the trip to give me success was my psyche.  The first step was to choose to send. Putting a knee pad on, utilizing the rest and sending Division Bell was a mental turning point. Trainings over its time to perform.

Division Bell. Photo: Ji Yun

Doug McConnell from The Blue Mountains turned up to try the Cobra as well and I had a dedicated psyched partner. Instead of the usual routine of jumping straight on I warmed up by having a top rope burn with a lot of resting on the rope. I tried really hard and moved quickly resting less on the good holds.  First day with Doug I hit my all time high point. I analysed why I fell and changed my sequence to one that utilized muscles that weren’t as burnt. Next day I sent. I was probably strong enough to send the route at the beginning of the previous season but I obviously wasn’t smart enough. Hopefully I’ve learnt something about hard projects from this experience and become a better climber.

I was so burnt mentally and physically from the experience I didn’t get up to a lot in September. I went sport climbing and took it easy. My motivation wasn’t low but it wasn’t high either. I did really enjoy clipping bolts and getting pumped on crimps again. A crew of us hit up a crag called Equinox in Washington over a couple of weekends, which was incredibly fun. Zero commitment high quality pumpy climbing. A highlight of the month was a route called Fight Club 5.13c.

Resting at the half way anchor of Fight Club 5.13c at Equinox, Washington. Photo: Rick Willison.

In the final sequence of Fight Club 5.13c at Equinox, Washington. Photo: Rick Willison.

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Since I felt a bit directionless I decided to head back to Australia. I want to spend a bit of time hitting up routes on the east coast I’ve wanted to do for a long time and catch up with some old friends. Climbing at the classic Pet Wall at Murrin Park and struggling up a technical 12c (named Animal) on my second shot before heading to a BBQ with the Squamish crew was a great final day. I am going to miss this place and am sure I'll be back someday.

Squamish 2017

Here I am over half way through my third season in Squamish to try the Cobra Crack. The journey is ongoing and definitely one of the most frustrating and challenging projects I have had. I still haven’t reached my high point from last season when I was excruciatingly close to sending. I have however worked out a better hand position that makes the exit a little easier if I get back there. It’s a strange climb and despite the crux being difficult and powerful it has evolved into a linkage problem for me. I have done numerous one-sit attempts with significant overlap. I have even climbed all the hard stuff through from just above the hands free rest after the 5.11 intro. For some reason though the entire link remains elusive.

I feel a big difference between this season and the last was my preparation. I spent six months before last season working in a climbing gym and training. This season though I felt I needed to earn a bit more and spent the previous six months working a 2/1 roster on a mine site. I don’t feel like I lost a lot but possibly just a bit of raw power in my arms that I need for the large one arm pull over the lip of Cobra after the mono move.

Locking up high with limited time to get the mono just right. Photo: Drew Smith.

I have stuck the mono move from the ground 19 times now but only climbed through to the exit crimps 4 times (all last season). A bit of luck with the mono wouldn’t go astray as I feel my strongest attempts have been thwarted by issues with getting the mono correctly while I have climbed through it at other times when I felt tired. The issues generally relate to my tape getting stuck on a crystal or my skin tearing open. The lip move afterwards I have tried to find alternate beta but it really just comes down to having enough power in my arm. I can do it extraordinarily easily after a quick sit on the rope.

Sticking the lip. The next big pull is right hand to the jam in the crack at the top of the photo with very poor/no foot holds. Photo: Drew Smith.

Topping out after I have fallen. My high point last season was fondling the last crimp two holds above where my left hand is in the photo. Photo: Drew Smith.

 Despite walking up the hill a ridiculous number of times and a large number of attempts I am still having a lot of fun. I am definitely reaching beyond what I would have considered myself capable and that is what keeps it interesting. A great supportive crew of people in Squamish also helps.

I also got to climb with the crack maestro Mason Earle who had his own epic battle with the cobra. After a few seasons of effort and falling of the exit crimps 10 times he took some seasons off and then came back this year stronger and on a mission. After only a few days he sent which was really inspiring. The same day I felt really strong but had issues with the mono and my skin. I was so psyched and wanted the double send day so I took the tape off the upper part of my finger for my second attempt but for some reason still had trouble getting the mono. I felt like I could do one arm chin ups on the holds but couldn’t get my finger into the jam. So I just shoved it and pulled tearing the side of my finger open. I still had a lot of energy so I taped my finger really tight and had a third shot ignoring the pain. For some reason even with the tape I got the mono and stuck the lip. I pulled hard and hit the hold over the lip but my pinkie finger got stuck on the outside so I couldn’t invert. I was noticeably tired on the third attempt yet that is my high point for the season.

Mason cruising the exit on the Cobra Crack. Photo: Eliza Earle.

This was after I had cleaned up the dripping blood and shoved chalk in the hole. I taped it up and had another go hitting my high point for the season on the third shot of the day. Photo: Drew Smith.

 I have had one terrible day on micro traction since then and I feel some long-term fatigue settling in. Rest days are in order and it has got really hot here anyway. I still have plenty of time for some good attempts. Some days I think it will be next shot and then some days I feel I could easily just keep falling there all season and never send. That’s the mental challenge when projecting hard things though. My motto now is to ‘just keep turning up’. I hope I will have one of my strong attempts and the mono will go in straight away. If not I guess I will have to train harder!

Amazing bivouac on the Sky Pilot ridge during a rest break from the project.

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Indian Creek

Belly Full of Bad Berries 5.13-, Indian Creek, Utah. Photo: Garrett Bradley Photography.

Like turning up to Ceuse or Yosemite for the first time I was blown away by the vastness and quality of the climbing in Indian Creek. Truly a world-class climbing destination that I am sure can be appreciated by all types of climbers.  I can’t believe I have climbed for so long and had never visited.  I wanted to throw down all the classic routes I had heard of over the past decade or so but I soon had the realization that there was too much climbing and I wouldn’t even scratch the surface in a single season.

Cat Burgler 5.12 Photo: Richard Heinz

Robbie had introduced me to some German fiends of his in Yosemite, Richard and Anne, who I managed to join for my introduction to Indian Creek. More of their European friends joined and soon we had a crew and a large supply of cams. Rather than projecting we hit up a different crag everyday. We indulged in some of the most fun 5.11s and 5.12s I have been on. The singe pitch, non-committing, easy to protect style of climbing felt more like sport than trad. For the first time in a long time I was climbing without a goal other than to have fun hanging out climbing. It was refreshing.

Slice and Dice 5.12 Photo: Anne Leidenfrost

King Cat 5.11+ Photo: Anne Leidenfrost

Zebras and Moonbeams 5.13- Photo: Kelsey Brasseur.

After a while Richard, Anne and I decided to go climb a tower. They had heard of a classic 5.11 route called Fine Jade on a feature called The Rectory, which was a fin of rock sticking up on top of a ridge near the town of Moab. Next to it the famous Castleton Tower stands. We made a day of it and climbed Fine Jade and then the North Face of Castleton.  The downside to climbing these easy ultra-classics is the masses. People were everywhere and even a drone was buzzing around next to us. It kind of ruined the experience a little but we still had a great day.

The Rectory. Fine Jade climbs the lit up front face.
Photo: Anne Leidenfrost

Looking down Fine Jade towards Castleton Tower.

Panorama from the top of Castleton Tower with the Rectory shown in the left foreground. Photo: Richard Heinz.

Getting cosy working my way up chimneys on the North Face route up Castleton Tower. Photo: Richard Heinz.

Another week went by sampling the high quality routes in Indian Creek and Richard and I decided to go for a long road trip to Zion National Park. The reason for this was what is one of the most hyped up multi-pitches in the world, Moonlight Buttress. The pictures looked incredible and the description of a perfect crack running for multiple pitches up an exposed headwall had made this a climb I had always wanted to do.  Unfortunately I may have built my expectations up a bit too much. After climbing in Yosemite it didn’t feel that big or exposed. The rock was softer than Indian Creek and I felt lower in quality. The crux of the route wasn’t the climbing but more so placing the gear in the uneven podded out crack while getting pumped. So many aid parties have been up the route that the rock has worn into those pods. Because of this the climbing has got easier but the gear placements harder. There was actually chalk ticks with letters next to them marking out somebodies gear placements. The route has been worn out of classic status. I feel like I turned up 10 years too late for this climb. The upper splitter crack pitches were fun and not so hard redeeming the day a little. It was a fun expedition with Richard although I had a feeling I should have just stayed experiencing the endless quality cracks of The Creek.

Following the 'Rocker Blocker' pitch. After three so so pitches this one was great. Photo: Richard Heinz.

Richard following a 5.12- splitter high up on the buttress.

Great views. Photo: Richard Heinz.

Instead of racing back to The Creek we decided on a day sport climbing in Kolob Canyon on the northeastern side of Zion.  The crag contains only a few bolted sport routes all of which were amazing. The routes consist of steep huecos filled with jugs that overhang reasonably steeply for 40 meters. Also you are in a gorge with an amazing atmosphere.  There is only a day worth of climbing there but it is an awesome day.

Richard lost in the massive lines of huecos in Kolob Canyon.

On return to Indian Creek I felt like it was time to get stuck in and challenge myself. I had done two 5.13- routes, Death of a Cowboy and Zebras and Moonbeams, both second go but knew I was capable of much harder. I had top roped Optimator clean, another 5.13-, as well as had a one fall lead attempt but never bothered to go back and finish it off. I wanted more of a project. Learning to Fly 5.13 had classic written all over it and I had heard about it for years since Didier Berthod had done the first ascent. I was taken by the powerful nature of the overhanging finger crack with exceptionally poor feet. It took me four visits, which was more than I thought it would take.

In the crux of the punchy Learning to Fly 5.13. Mike Dobie on belay. Photo: Ana Pautler.

I couldn't believe this corner near Learning to Fly hadn't been climbed. I belayed Brandon while he aided it and placed an anchor. We had a play on top rope and think it may be in the 5.13 range.

Rest days in Indian Creek involved driving an hour to Moab to resupply and use the internet. There are also an amazing amount of other outdoor activities in the area. I was lucky enough to be there when a high lining and base jumping festival was taking place at an area called 'The Fruit Bowl'. This area is a chasm wide enough to set up some large slack lines over as well as deep enough to base jump into. There is a large net slung out over the middle called 'The Space Net' which people base jump off. I met up with a friend, Ray Marceau, who is an epic high liner and ventured out onto the net. No base jumping for me but it was cool to get out there and feel the exposure. 

The Space Net. Photo: Garrett Bradley Photography. 

Making my way out while Ray takes a photo. Photo: Garrett Bradley Photography.

Hanging around. Photo: Garrett Bradley Photography.

My five month trip was winding up and my body was feeling fatigued. I wasn’t content with only having done a few 5.13 range routes but my knuckles were sore from Learning to Fly and I was running out of time. A break from using my fingers was in order so I decided to play on a famous 5.13- offwidth route called Belly Full of Bad Berries. I never planned to get on it as off widths are rarely fun but after the first shot I was hooked. It was so different and weird I just had to do it. My final few days were spent inverted feet first up the physical line. I wouldn’t call it enjoyable but it has a strange attraction.

Bury your feet high, stack your hands and wrestle to the top. Photo: Garrett Bradley Photography.

Some holds appear towards the end but getting to the anchor is still nails. Photo: Garrett Bradley Photography.

A quick drive back to Squamish to drop off the van, a day snow boarding in Whistler, a visit to Kailas in Guangzhou, and a flight back home to Perth in Western Australia. I’m now keen to focus on work although I will stay fit so I can get back to try and finish off the Cobra Crack next northern summer.

A great day snow boarding in Whistler with Rick, Euginie, Hilary, Ian and Josh.

Yosemite 2016 – Golden Gate

Golden Gate, El Capitan, Yosemite. Robbie belaying me as I worked the crux 5.12c downclimb. Photo: Dustin Moore.

On my, and many other climbers, bucket list is the goal of free climbing El Capitan. Such an accessible sheer large wall begs to be climbed but the barrier to entry for the masses is the difficulty of the easiest route being Freerider, a techy 5.12d combined with roughly 33 pitches of logistics and rope work on a level not often practiced by many. This means the majority of parties aid climb. I always wanted to free climb El Capitan but I didn’t want to do Freerider. Its not just dealing with other parties on the popular line but I also didn’t want to have done the most predictable free route. I got psyched on Golden Gate (37 pitch, 5.13a) after watching a video of Emily Harrington climbing it and realized it was a little harder but still achievable and contained incredible looking exposed climbing. It climbs the first 20 pitches of Freerider and then breaks out right onto the golden headwall of El Capitan.

Robbie and I left Alan up in Tuolumne to focus on Golden Gate. We hauled 6 days worth of supplies up fixed ropes to a ledge 12 pitches into our climb but unfortunately it was exceptionally hot in the valley so we had to delay our attempt. While we waited we went cragging and climbed on rock that felt buttery in the hot humid temps. We still had some success with Robbie making quick work of a stemming corner called ‘Book of Hate 5.13d’ and myself climbing the classic finger crack ‘Cosmic Debris 5.13b’. Eventually the weather cooled off and we were able to start our way up El Capitan.

Day 1:

Climbing from dark we worked our way up the easier slabby first 10 pitches known as ‘The Freeblast’. None of the climbing is harder than 5.11 but it is still very technical and possible to slip off. Luckily we both cruised it until pitch 12 where Robbie slipped off a 5.11c pitch in which the crux is one hard move among 20m of 5.8 climbing. He lowered down frustrated that his onsight of the route had been blown. After repeating the pitch I followed clean having done the pitch before and already knowing what to do.

Robbie following me up a pitch on 'The Freeblast'.

We met up with our pre-hauled bags on the next ledge and things slowed down dramatically. I led the next pitch, which is renown for being scary and wide. It is called ‘The Hollow Flake’. I had done it clean before when I had aided up Freerider with Lawrence and Matt a few years ago but couldn’t remember it very well. It begins with a large down climb, which I misread and down climbed too far before committing to the face causing me to fall off. I had to pull all the way up and start again. Eventually I completed the down climb and climbed back up the flake for which the pitch gets its name. It is a flared offwidth, which you cannot protect. To be fair it is hard to fall out of but scary nonetheless. Robbie and I are not proficient with our hauling technique and learning on the go was slow. Especially when you are traversing and you need to lower out around 70kg of gear before hauling it up. By the time we had passed the Hollow Flake it was dark and we called it a day.

The unprotected Hollow Flake.

Day 2:

Pitch 14 was Robbies. I was stoked because I had led it previously with Matt and Lawrence and I knew how much of a sandbag it was. A 5.7 chimney, which is basically a solo unless you get right in the back and make it hard for yourself. Robbie did really well and didn’t panic too much which allowed me to cruise it on second. We continued on up some easy 5.10 pitches slowly refining our hauling technique. We had been using a 2 to 1 system, which was slow but easy, before Robbie decided a 1 to 1 system was better and faster. He weighs a lot more than me and could move the bags while I couldn’t make them budge that way. So Robbie became in charge of hauling J 

The sandbagged scary 5.7 chimney.

Robbie celebrating another successful haul.

We always dreaded the wide climbing as it is something we don’t train for and have done the least of so it always feel uncomfortable and insecure. After I had done the hollow flake and Robbie had done the 5.7 chimney it worked out I would get the Ear, which is an overhanging squeeze chimney, and Robbie would have to do The Monster. The monster is probably the most notorious pitch on the entire route. It is a 50m long 5.11a offwidth in which people often struggle for hours. The only way to do it is full commitment. Robbie managed the onsight after an hour or so but it was getting dark and I had been frozen at the belay due to a cold wind that had picked up. I decided I would second it in the morning and jumared up to Robbie at the anchor. There was an awesome ledge called the alcove above us but it was packed with the masses. Two parties that had been getting in each others way all day and obviously weren’t happy. Robbie and I decided to stay below and set up the porta-ledge on a bolted anchor. With all the climbing I have done including a fair few nights on a wall I hadn’t actually ever slept in a portaledge so it was great to have this new experience. It was actually much nicer than sleeping on an exposed ledge as with the fly on it was like a little cocoon(/coffin) to retreat into.

Comfortable in our ledge.

Day 3:

We didn’t start early on day 3. It gave the crews above us time to move up a bit so they wouldn’t get in our way. I eventually lowered down and warmed up on the Monster learning from Robbies experience that it contained three offwidth sections separated by hands free stances. I just gunned it through each of the sections and rested well at the stances. We only moved the ledge up into the alcove (about 10 meters) and left it for the camp that night while we went up two easier pitches and fixed ropes to the crux 12c down climb pitch. This marked the spot where Golden Gate leaves the more popular Freerider/Salathe wall route so others wouldn’t trouble us anymore. The weather had turned nasty and we snuck in a shot each while snow flurries swirled around us. The pitch was incredibly insecure and we both struggled to do the moves while the face slowly got wet.

Day 4:

With the focus on sending the 12c down climb we awoke in the alcove and jumared straight up to the pitch. We wanted to get some shots in before the sun hit the face. I fell all over the pitch and doubted whether we would get through. I was leaving wet patches on the holds where I had just been holding on. Robbie had a shot and fell also. We traded attempts while I thought about continuing up Freerider to continue the free ascent if we couldn’t do it. Eventually Robbie sent. Now it was up to me. I hadn’t even done the first step out move onto the slab properly yet let alone the crux down mantle and the sun had just hit the face. I had a quick play on the first step out move figuring out a crucial body position and knew how to do it. Pressure was on but conditions must have improved. The sun on the face meant I wasn’t leaving wet patches on the holds anymore. I stepped out and before I knew it had miraculously done the down mantle without falling. I found a new level of crimp strength and skated my toes down and along feeling for rounded micro edges. I got to the anchor and couldn’t believe I had done it. We were stoked and abseiled back to camp to pack up and get ready to keep moving. The rest of the day consisted of easier 5.10 pitches but convoluted traversing with the haul bags, which consisted of a mixture of lowering out and hauling the bags. We made it to the start of ‘The Move’ pitch and set up the ledge in the dark.

Tom Evans captures the action from the valley floor. Me on the crux 12c down climb.

Easier traversing pitches but a pain to get the bags across.

Day 5:

‘The Move’ (5.13a) is about pitch 28 and feels very airy. Our camp was just the ledge and haul bags hanging off a couple of bolts in space. It is renown for being reachy and very hard for the short. If it wasn’t the down climb that would stop me it was this pitch. I was tired and needed to be smart in my approach. Robbie went first and cruised it onsight. He was able to reach from a good undercling to a high crimp sidepull/undercling meaning he didn’t have to do the shoulder boulder those that can’t reach have to do. The exit moves aren’t straight forward either but he executed those perfectly. I knew it would be a different beast for me and so went up on grigri and jumar first practicing moves while I self-belayed and Robbie rested on the ledge. I spent a fair bit of time working the subtleties of the difficult boulder. I had watched a video of Emily Harrington on the pitch so knew roughly what I had to do. It came down to pressing off a slopey crimp gaston into the crimp undercling gaston that Robbie could reach to. The crux came after I had these two holds and had to move my feet from one side to the other, which was very intense on my core.

Breakfast of champions. Double bagged cereal mix with milk powder. Just add water.

I returned to the ledge and had some breakfast. A cup of tea and I had a shot falling at ‘the move’.  I refined my foot beta and returned again to the ledge. A quick rest and I blasted off for the third time scraping through ‘the move’. I was tired though and struggled on the exit moves, which consist of traversing through sequency two finger pockets to a slopey rail. I fell. I was wasted and returned to the ledge. I had an hours rest in which I questioned how much time I would be able to put into this pitch so that Robbies free ascent could continue. My fourth shot was great. I did ‘the move’ easily and was tired but wrestled with the ending refusing to let go. Eventually the two crux pitches were done and the possibility of success was apparent.

So happy to have done the infamous 'Move' pitch.

Robbie ecstatic at the ledge.

Tom Evans shot from the valley of me hanging around on 'The Move' pitch.

The day wasn’t over yet though. I was so tired from giving The Move’ pitch everything so Robbie led the next pitch which has the inspiring name ‘Chickenwing Chimney’. An 11d face leads to a 10a flared chimney. The 11d face was easy but the 10a chimney was soul destroying. Robbie spent a very long time struggling his way up the feature before spending even more time building up the courage to do an unprotected traverse at the end of the pitch where a fall would have been nasty. I expected that on second without the mental challenge of leading it would be easy. I was wrong. I think I grunted more than Robbie and also took a very long time. I vowed several times in the chasm to never do a wide pitch again. I was getting exhausted from the build up of days trying hard.  Luckily I didn’t fall as I wouldn’t have wanted to repeat the pitch. Instead of continuing on to a ledge we were so tired we just stopped at the anchor and set up the ledge.

Day 6:

Even though we had only planned for six days on the wall and we still had a lot of climbing left, including two 13a pitches, we didn’t feel too much pressure. We had plenty of water and food left as we weren’t using as much as we thought. We had also done what we had been told were the cruxes. A couple of pitches led us to a small ledge dubbed ‘Tower to the People’ above which the two 13a pitches were located. We decided to leave the haul bags and ledge there while we got stuck in to the last of the difficulties. We had been told these pitches weren’t actually that bad and the rumors were true.  The first pitch called ‘The Golden Desert’ Robbie onsighted easily. On second I fell at the second move, which is on a technical traverse but figured it out and returned to the anchor before doing the rest of the pitch without much trouble. We both led the next pitch called ‘ The A5 traverse’ without falling. I don’t often flash 13a on the ground so to do it after 6 days on the go near the top of El Capitan possibly means that a few grades should be taken off.

The climbing was incredible on golden granite and we had done the difficulties. We did the next short 12a traverse pitch as well and still had the afternoon left. Instead of pushing on we were in a relaxed mood so returned to our ledge below and chilled for the afternoon.  There were only three 5.11 pitches left

Passed out on the 'Tower to the People' ledge.

Day 7:

We thought we were in for an easy day. After packing up the ledge and hauling to our high point I started up the first of the three pitches. It turned into a monster pitch and I went the wrong way ending up on the not recommended exit called ‘The Razor Blade’. I was lay backing and jamming behind a wafer thin flake separate from the wall, which seemed like it would break at any instant. There was heinous drag on my lead line and I had an entire haul line hanging off me. After fifty meters I was relieved to find the safety of a bolted anchor. Robbie led the next section of flake having a breakdown while I was just relieved I was no longer on the sharp end.

It still wasn’t over with the final pitch beginning with a wide corner crack and leading to a difficult boulder problem. I was running on empty and couldn’t believe I was still on the wall as I scraped through each of these difficulties. A bit of route finding and I reached over the lip of the kilometer high wall grabbing a victory jug. I set up an anchor on a tree and brought Robbie up. We had done it and with light left that day to make it back down to the valley floor.

Summit photo just before the hike down.

The hike down the east ledges of El Capitan was rough. Robbie had the large haul bag and I had the smaller one with the rack ropes and portaledge balanced on top.  The hike also included several rappels, which were tricky in the dying light. We made it down at dark.

I am super stoked to have free climbed a route on El Capitan. Something I wouldn’t have been able to do without a strong partner like Robbie.  I think he found it reasonable easy and is charged up again for another free route while I am fatigued and ready for a break from Yosemite. Indian Creek and sandstone splitter cracks are calling. I’m really interested to see how it compares to Liming, China where I spent a lot of last year. There are so many 5.13 classics in The Creek and I want to do them all!