Archive for November, 2009

Coyote Calling 5.12

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

It says 5.11+ in the guide book, but that’s Bull Shit ha ha,  it’s a total sandbag.  Coyote Calling is a ‘physical’ 4 pitch desert climb on the Rectory feature in Castle Valley.  I’ve heard the rumors, and I’ve wanted to try this for a while now, so I dropped the idea to my man Bean Bowers from Ridgeway CO, and he took the reins from there.  We hiked up at 11am, WAY too late for our dream link up, but just good enough to climb the route and back down before sunset.  The problem is that it’s fuggin winter up there and we showed up in the shade.

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We climbed on the windy side and the shady side all damn day.  How I got roped into this I’ll never know, I hate the cold, but Bean has enough stoke for at least three people, so away we went.  The climb wasn’t fast in any shape or form, it’s technical, it’s fragile, it’s thin, it’s flaring, it’s hard.  The leader moves slower than expected, especially when your hands feel like clay pots.  The fourth pitch is a thinker.  You have to do a 15 foot unprotected traverse, it was Bean’s lead.  We couldn’t see the exit, and the fall is right onto the anchor.  See pics below.  Bean took a “test” fall from five feet out and slammed me into the wall.   We then sucked it up and he stuck it, slammed in a wire (that eventually popped out) and took us to the summit just in time to watch the fire ball drop behind the range.  The routes crux comes at the first pitch (take the undercling with your right hand) but the anchor needs to be moved about 3 feet up and left.   From the top, 2 – 60 meter raps took us back to our bags and one headlamp took us back to cold beers in the parking lot.  It was nippy, it was steep, it was tiring, and it was perfect.   Hope you enjoy the pics.

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The sunny side.  Fine Jade.

the trail

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pitch 3, splitter fingers, with a sandy surprise.

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The traverse.

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The desert shadows.

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This is the 5.11 sport pitch at the top.

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Team Coyote

In preperation for my upcoming trip to Patagonia Argentina, we climbed this thing as training.  Bean wasn’t about to back down for nobody.  We wore our puffy jackets the whole damn way.  I was glad I brought it.  It saved my life I think. ha!

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Appreciation!

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Sorry I haven’t been writing much, I’ve been climbing a lot.  And drinking.  Climbing and drinking.  Ha ha.  Moab is good, but it’s time to move on, Northward, onward, upward.  I’ll catch up with it soon, but until then, I hope the living is good for all of you.   Here’s Burr showing his appreciation for, well,  everything.

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Ahh Moab.  Not sure who’s Tacoma this is, but it’s fuggin hilarious. I think I might have to get my plate changed when I get home.

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MOAB!

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

I’m now in Moab, Utah.  I did a wicked drive over the mountain passes yesterday and slept in a trailer last night.  I don’t have much to share today because I have to go rock climbing, sorry but it’s 55 and sunny.  I MUST go.  But here’s a funny picture my friend sent me last week.  And please remember this goes both ways, ladies can be ass women too.  I know many a female who only date men based on how they look in a harness.  It’s mandatory criteria, if you know what I mean?  specially them new Metro thong thingy’s by Arc’T-rex.  so sexy,  it’s like weary a macbook pro around your waist.  Sleek and stylish.  Not as much fun or comfortable, er I mean colorful as the petlz hirundos though eh?  Eh!  I’ll post some more stuff later, like some recent shots by Andrew Burr, my attempts at my latest VS project, tunring 30 and some personal thoughts on Boulder, CO.

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7 out of 8 ain’t bad!

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

I think having my appendix removed this fall was one of the best things to happen to me since rupturing my tendon in 2003.  Seriously.  Sitting on the couch for 6-7 weeks helped me realize just how much I truly love rock climbing.  The movement, the scenery, the struggle, the trees, the fresh air, the confidence, the doubt, the blood, the sweat and the fears, the friends and the sunshine, and the beer,  good god the beer.  These things I longed for.  This last month has been a terrific rehabilitation for me.  Starting in Indian Creek, then the Red River Gorge, home for a week of plastic and wood, and now here Boulder CO, for the Canyons and Flat Irons.  I’m more stoked than ever.  I’ve climb 7 out of 8 days.

Quick recap of the last two days;  We met friends in Golden on Monday, you know the bad boys from PimpinandCrimpin.com? Yah them.  Hilarious.  We went up to Clear Creek Canyon, because that’s what they do.  Beautiful.  The Creek has some magnificent rock, marble swirls everywhere.  We originally went to Primo Wall, but I couldn’t seem to get into it without having done ‘Sonic Youth’ FIRST.  You have to drive right by Sonic (one of the ubber CLASSIC 5.13’s on the Front Range) to get to Primo Wall and I’ve been wanting to climb that route for more than 10 years, so I was shaking like an alcoholic with an empty bottle.  We did two warm ups and drove the 8 minutes back to the New River Wall so I could have a go at it.   Here’s a photo of the dihedral section of the climb.  I stole this pic from Mountain Project.com

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This route was first freed my Kurt Smith and Mike Pont in 1990.  And later redpointed by 60 year old Jim Logan.  It’s incredible.  Not as hard as I expected, (sorry if that offends anyone) I just expected some major resistance climbing, but in reality it’s two short roof cruxes separated by a few no hands rests.  Also, I think because I’m a little taller, I was able to stem most of it, and reach to the better holds.  Nonetheless it was an exceptional climb.

On my way down, I saw these incredible looking holds to my left.  The obvious arete.  I lowered into them, sampled the holds, solved the crux, and lowered to the ground.  I rested for about 10 minutes and went back up because my poor girlfriend was freezing cold on the ground, wearing three downjackets, I must say though she looked so cute.  I sent the climb on my ’second’ attempt, first lead try.  I later found out it was called ‘Fountain Of Youth’, 5.13d put up by Daniel Woods I think.   AWESOME, but maybe only 5.13c.  Even better than Sonic Youth (in my opinion).  Bouldery, but with wonderful holds and an amazing position.  Here’s a photo of DW on his redpoint.  Thanks to his dad Steve.

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So then yesterday, I FINALLY got to go up and try the Five Year Plan.   One of the most exceptional 5.13 roof cracks anywhere on the planet.  Here’s another 2 photo’s I stole from Mountain Project because I couldn’t find very many, and I forgot to take any pictures of my own.  I’m a little confused about the use of the bolt and the anchor at the lip.  Perhaps it’s to work the route without rope drag, but we chose not to clip the bolt, and climb all the way to the anchor over on the face each time.  There was a really hard move over the lip, harder than we expected, but it was worth it.

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Jason Haas entering the crux.  Apparently, a big crystal broke, and now it’s a little harder.  Maybe 5.13c?

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Here’s Ethan Pringle surfing out to the arete near the end of the crack.  Wicked shot by Andy Mann.  The rock is soo prefect.  And below, J-star shootin guns.

So, where was I?  Oh ya, I went up with my friends Jason Kruk, Jonathan Siegrist and Andrew Burr.  I’ve known Jason for some time he’s been climbing around Squamish forever, most notably he and Will Stanhope just made an all free 7 day ascent of Golden Gate 5.13 on El Capitan.  I think they’re officially hooked on the big stone.  But it was my first time climbing with J-star.  If you haven’t heard, Jonathan just got back form the Red River Gorge where he ticked nearly everything there.  In fact, I think it might be the greatest two weeks of sport climbing ever done, by anyone on US soil.  Check out his blog,  the man (24 yrs old) is not only strong, not only fit, but incredibly light hearted, funny as hell and super motivated to crush rocks with bare hands.  I think you’ll be hearing a lot more of him over the coming years, he’s got the spirit and he’s not afraid to hike.  respect.

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So, away we went.  45 minutes of hiking.  We tag teamed the route.  Each of us having a full first burn and trying to learn the sequence.  Hard crack climbing more often than not has technical sequences just like hard sport routes.  You have to figure out the most efficient way to do things.  But here lies the PROBLEM.  On hard, steep cracks, by the time you got it figured out, you have little skin left over for the redpoint.   Because there were three of us, and because it traverses, and because it’s so steep, we decided to just leave the gear in place, instead of cleaning it each time, which would just be a mutha fukin bitch.  I didn’t expect to send it on my second try.  If I had known I was going to do it, I probably would have asked Kruk to clean it.  But since we hadn’t reached the anchor over the lip yet, it wasn’t cool to lower off the one little nut we had placed.  Still I was very – very happy to do this climb. And honestly, I don’t think it’s much different placing the gear, it’s one of those climbs that just has a couple of hard moves separated by jugs.  I loved the feeling of cutting my feet loose on finger locks.  When I reached the lip a sudden wave came over me, “SHIT, I still haven’t done the upper slab”.  I focused on relaxation, took five deep breaths and punched it with all I had over the last bulge to the chains.  So thankful. So grateful.  I LOVE that climb.  I then tried to do it a second time placing gear, but I had too many bloody knuckles for an honest attempt, I tried to tape up, but with that and 7 days on, I felt a bit tired.  In order to prevent further tearing, I tried to use a sequence that Jason had solved, but changing beta on the fly hardly ever works, (NOTE) and so I flew.  Jason and Jonathan both did really, really well on the climb, but again, skin was an issue and so they opted to save the send for another day.  Perhaps I’ll do it again, if Jason or Jonathan (or ayone else) want to go back, but otherwise, I’m stoked with my ascent, I have more routes to do, and places to see, I only have 5 days left after all.

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hitting home.

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

H2oil animated sequences from Dale Hayward on Vimeo.

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The Flats

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

I can’t help it, I’m a nerd, whenever I travel I always check to see what the skies are doing in the North West.  The forecast in Squamish called for a weather bomb this weekend.   A weather bomb?  What the hell IS that?  I’ve never heard of a weather bomb before.  So I googled it.  Of course.

A WEATHER BOMB:   Weather bombs are the most severe of all winter storms. They are characterized as intense low-pressure systems with a central pressure that falls 24 millibars or more in a 24-hour period.   When a low-pressure system develops over the Atlantic, just off the Carolina coast, it gathers moisture from relatively warm ocean water. If the jet stream is far enough south it brings cold air that combines with the warmer air from the Gulf Stream. A Weather bomb is then created.   Weather bombs are known for dumping heavy amounts of rain and snow, producing hurricane-force winds, and creating high surfs that cause severe beach erosion and coastal flooding.

YIKES!  Here’s what local sun worshipers are adapting in Vancouver to offset the moisture.

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You win some you lose some, but I’m so glad to be winning right now.  We’re still in Boulder, lapping up the sunshine while our home is getting bombed.  This weekend has been a dream, 75 degrees and bright.  A group of friends have graciously given me a solid tour of the Flat Irons park.  A mecca for hard climbing, both sport, trad and bouldering, all within a 30 minute walk from the car, which is a 5 minute drive from town.  It’s sort of between Eldo and Flagstaff Mt.  It’s a wonderful labyrinth of rock, rivers and trees.  I also got to climb with my friend Said Belhaj, from Sweden.  Check out his Petzl Blog he’s lives a truly wonderful life.  Most recently he’s recovered from a traumatic finger injury, which happened six months ago.

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He’s been talking about getting back into shape (we both have) but we had a blast onsighting a collection of 5.13’s this weekend.  So much fun.  I think he’s well on his way to his old self, which means routinely onsighting 5.13c’s and d’s.  Here’s a picture of my friend Derek, climbing the latest mega classic on the Dino Wall, 35 meters long, pumpy but with good rests.  He sent it yesterday placing draws,  fuckin eh!

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B-town.

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

Man, I gotta keep this shit tight.  I’m supposed to meet some friends for dinner.  Pearl Street.  Or course.  Gotta love Pearl Street.  If Boulder CO, is the center of the universe and P-street is the center of Boulder, what does that make it?  Who cares.  The point is I’m here, and last week I was in Oregon, the land of no sales tax, Honda Elements, and great food.  I did a slide show in Eugene and to be honest it was the best crowd I’ve ever seen.  Totally unexpected.  They were just so amped to be out, socializing with each other and drinking the good brew.  (by the way, some of that delicious IPA got poured into my laptop and now everything is fucked up, which is completely my fault for getting so excited and trying to mimic hand sequences with a pint of beer in my hand, serves me right), but even with that aside, holy shit, I’d go back to Eugene in a heart beat.  What a community,  what a party.  I felt like I was just hanging with good friends, they relieved all the pressures of showing up to a new city and trying to impress a crowd.  Thanks for that.  And thanks to Mike and Mike for making it happen.  Good memories.

So now we’re in Boulder, it’s sunny as fuck here and 75 degrees. We tried climbing in Eldo on a colder day last week, but got frozen off the 4th pitch.  Actually that’s a lie, just before we made the tough decision to bail and go down because we were too damn cold and numb, Ben my partner pulled the end of the rope up to his belay and in the process pulled my shoe right off my socked foot.  It fell straight down, and now my foot was numb too.  Crap.  That’s the first time I think I’ve ever botched anything that important,  even a belay device can go over the edge, munter hitch mania, a piece of gear, whatever run it out, a chalk bag, nuthin, water, suck it up, your jacket, move fast, but a shoe?  Who drops a shoe?  Honestly?  You’d think with 13 years experience I’d know better than to dangle my shoes off the ends of my feet like that.  Chalk it up.  Lesson learned.  ha ha.  A very cold lesson.

Tomorrow is a new day, the Flat Iron’s beckon.  Sport Clipping.  Hell Ya.  Enjoy the pics below.

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When you gotta go – you gotta go.

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Ben Moon just minutes before he lead the 4th (and last pitch of the day).  We just weren’t prepared for the WIND.  Not fun.

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Okay it was a little fun.  At least I had my new patagonia sweater to test.  The thing saved my life.

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On the ground, Team Rejected (that’s us) realizing that it never seems that bad when you get back to the car.  It’s like, “what the fuck, why were we such pansies?”  But then you look up and see the snow flurries whipping around in giant circles only 200 feet off the deck and you realize, the coffee shop is a better place to be.  ha ha ha.  Me, Andy, Ben and Jesse.

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