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Finger of Fate, Titan

 
Finger of Fate, Titan

Page Type: Trip Report

Location: Utah, United States, North America

Lat/Lon: 38.72500°N / 109.292°W

Object Title: Finger of Fate, Titan

Date Climbed/Hiked: Apr 19, 2000

 

Page By: brutus of wyde

Created/Edited: Mar 29, 2005 / Mar 26, 2009

Object ID: 169958

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The Titan
The Titan, about to be engulfed in a snow storm. The Fisher Towers seem to get more than their share of violent storms. Many ascents of the Titan are enlivened by inclement weather


The wind, shredding through the notch below us, threatens to tear bushes and trees out of the ground. We hunker below an overhang at the base of the gully, just barely out of reach of the curtains of sleet, hail, rain, and snow slashing down from the black skies. Above, three ropes stretch up the gully toward a wildly exposed ridge, where we had retreated just as the storm began shaking the ground. There will be no more climbing for today. Now our main concern is getting out to the trailhead without dying of hypothermia. A few small rocks bounce past, as the Titan continues its eons-long disintegration. Mud trickles down the walls of the gully. We dig out some munchies, and settle back to watch the show.



It was our third day in the Fisher Towers area of southeastern Utah:
April 18, 2000


Sunday had started innocuously enough. After a too-long approach hike with too much gear, I had climbed up onto the first pitch, casual and certain that most of it would go free. Four hours later, I had finally come to rest at the belay (a frightening affair of multiple bolts
protruding, exposed for half their length, from the Cutler sandstone) covered in red dirt, shaking and sick from adrenal overload, bruised, abraded, and very humbled. This would not be a cakewalk. Michael Brodesky, my partner in this rather unappealing venture, had tackled the next pitch with a mixture of fear and determination, balancing on tenuous placements which threatened to blow apart like land mines as he weighted them. This steep section had been the crux of the day, possibly the most difficult part of the route. Evening had found me a short 70 feet higher, drilling a bolt to back up anchors best suited to a museum: Star-Drivyn "nail-and-sleeve" contraptions, relics of Layton Kor and the first ascent. Ropes fixed, we descended.


On Monday morning we had aborted our planned alpine start when a weather check revealed gathering storm clouds. The remainder of the day had been flawlessly beautiful, as we played frustrated tourists in Moab.


Monday evening we had hiked back out to the base of the Finger of Fate, our chosen route on the Titan, and bivied, with a 4 am start scheduled to place us on the summit before noon.


Instead, here we were back down in the mud and rain at the base, with a mere two additional pitches climbed. Disgusted, we packed the gear and started the three-mile hike back to the car as the storm slackened, its furious energy finally spent.


Evening, Day 3: As the weather continues to clear throughout the remainder of the day, we decide (over hot wings and suds at Eddie McStiff's Brewery in Moab) to give the climb one more try. We reach the bivy site just as darkness falls. Ten minutes later its hailing again.
We're starting to think that Utah doesn't like us.


Day 4, Wednesday:
4:30 am. We're up and moving. (Not necessarily alive at this ungodly hour, but moving nonetheless.) Michael will ascend the ropes first this morning, as he still has the next pitch and a half for his assigned leads. After that, it's all mine. At least the gradually-lightening sky
shows some stars, and only a few scattered clouds on the western horizon.


As Michael starts up the fixed line, I putter around the base, doing final gear sorting, taking pictures, checking the weather. As I finally start up the line, the sky is covered with a thin but scary layer of cloud.


Sprint-jug to the top of the gully. We're expecting to get dumped on any second. Michael leads a short 5.8 chimney through bulging weirdness to a flat ledge. The wind strengthens, threatens to tear us from the ridge.


"Sure you don't want to lead the A2 seam?"


"Michael, you've been whining about that pitch for days. I wouldn't want to steal it from you. But I tell you what… I'll lead the A2 seam if you lead the 140-foot pitch up the exposed, overhanging summit arete, that ends in the 4-inch offwidth. What say?"


Without another word, Michael grabs the rack and moves around the corner to face his A2 seam.


There's little for me to do now except occasionally pay out a bit of rope, worry about the weather, and try to stay out of the wind. Eventually "Off Belay" bounces back to me from Echo Tower, and I begin to jug.


Following Michael's pitch, I am silently thankful that this beast fell to him. It starts with a terrifying step out right from the ledge, across a void with a thousand feet of air below, to a decomposing sloping shelf of mud. A few bolts sprout from the rock, the same terrifying pieces of junk that have accompanied us throughout this climb. The seam above looks desperate. Flared, bottomed, boxed-out placements, including an incredible two-cam placement that looks like it would barely support its own weight. Eventually, the madness ends on the arete, where more prehistoric bolts lead up to the belay.


Far to the southeast, we can see rain and snow falling in the La Sal Mountains.


At the changeover, I take on the ballast of a minimal rack including a #5 camalot. The overhanging ridge above looks long. I add our complete set of Offset Friends to the rack. These beasts seem custom made for the bottomed, flared horrors of the Titan.


No more excuses. "Got me?"


"Yup."


As the clouds thicken overhead, I grab bolts, free and french free my way up the arete, scarcely noticing the incredible exposure of our position. Soon I am at the base of the slightly overhanging offwidth penetrating the Moenkopi cap rock of the Titan. Loose blocks clutter the entrance to the offwidth. Mindful of Michael cowering below, I locate one last aid placement to bypass the nightmares and throw an armbar into the maw of the Titan.


Dead end. The crack disappears. Above is a foot-wide ledge, then more climbing. My last piece is a bit of ½" tat around the razor-sharp edge of an ancient bolt hanger. Desperate for this madness to end, I carefully mantle onto the ledge, and scrabble the last few feet to the belay.


I fix the rope, call down to Michael, then solo onward toward the summit, trailing our erstwhile haul line over to the flat, desolate, hauntingly isolated summit of the Titan.


As Michael arrives, we make a cursory search for a register, then begin the rappels back through the exposed layers of sediment from an ancient inland sea, our adventure on the Titan finally drawing to a close.


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Other adventures on this trip included Supercrack, Incredible Hand Crack, and Generic Crack in Indian Creek, an ascent of Mexican Hat, and a passel o' routes in Maple Canyon.
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Special thanks to Brain-in-SLC for his hospitality, for the use of Old Yeller, and for posting bail numerous times. Brain, if you ever need an Eye of the Hawk, you know who to call!


Brutus


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rpcExcellent read.

rpc

Voted 10/10

really enjoyed it.
"Ten minutes later its hailing again.
We're starting to think that Utah doesn't like us."

heh, heh :)
Posted Mar 14, 2006 5:36 pm

Rocker Paullyscary climb

Rocker Paully

Hasn't voted

we bailed on the third pitch after I blew a TCU placement and went flying. Don't look at your pieces wrong or they'll come out!

I hate cutler!!
Posted Mar 24, 2009 12:50 am

brutus of wydescary

brutus of wyde

Hasn't voted

I remember on the first pitch (or was it the second?) driving a pin directly into the rock, no crack visible. Yup, a great adventure.

Thanks for stopping by!

Brutus
Posted Mar 24, 2009 3:14 pm

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