Page Type: Trip Report
California, United States, North America
May 31, 2006
Created/Edited: Jun 20, 2006 / Jun 30, 2006
Object ID: 201881
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Leading up Pitch 9 on the ProwWashington Column, with its steep, abrupt walls, stands straight and opposite Yosemite’s Half Dome. “Who could climb that?” I wonder. Who? Who would dare think it possible?
7 June 2006Time is crawling. I’m stuck in a prison called “work”. The days are perfect. The weather is blissful. The Yosemite forecast is calling for 80’s during the day, 50’s in the evening. No complaints. Everything has been organized into two categories: Wall stuff and Weekend stuff. Wall food is done and packed away into a white plastic bucket with a screw top that is secured to the bucket for the butter-fingerly. Weekend food is decidedly different from the wall food and includes fresh fruit, steak, chicken, and salad. Wall food consists of Pringles, Dinty Moore beef stew, beanie weenies, Chef-Boy-R-Dee pasta shells, beef jerkey, fruit leathers, fruit cups, parfaits, cheese and cracker packets, Jolly Ranchers, Thai iced teas, Mochas in a can, and beer.
This time around we’ve been blessed with three aspiring climber/wall rats that have volunteered to help with carrying gear and water in exchange for some rudimentary climbing lessons and a fine steak and chicken BBQ dinner. A big thank you to Buddy (b_betts) and Jake & Leslie (jakefrisbee)! After hauling three full loads to the bottom of the climb, jugging up one pitch, and cleaning one pitch in the dark, all in one day, the thanks deserved by our new friends cannot be overstated.
8 June 2006I look down at the middle finger on my right hand. Underneath the nail the skin is red and is marred by an angry, dark splinter down the middle of the nail. Why oh why did I decide, in a drunken wino moment, to spear myself under the nail while scooping up a glass on a wooden railing? Idiocy at its finest. Now I’m concerned about infection as we poise ourselves to ascend a Yosemite big wall…
Yesterday our friend Jeff (depclimb) dropped by to deliver a traditional symbol of wall decadence: a Cuban cigar. Of course, Jeff dropped by just after a work-out session and the hot tub looked awfully inviting to my sore muscles. A few minutes passed and somehow we all ended up in the hot tub, spoiling our bodies with hot, jetted water and Charles Mitchell Old Vine Zinfandel. Yum! What happened to packing up the rest of the camping gear for the weekend?!
9 June 2006Last day of work! Yea! Three meetings this morning – but I’ll call in from home. That’s not too bad. Do last minute packing, double check all the checklists… why do I feel like I’m forgetting something? Last night I went to work on the splinter under my fingernail again, but to no avail. I suppose I will just have to live with it on the Prow. Had trouble sleeping again… too excited I suppose. In some ways I think I’m more exciting about taking a week off of work to go climbing than I am about the climb itself.
10 June 2006
Leslie Young on the ProwFinally arrived in Yosemite Valley last night. Wow, ran into lots of people and met up with new friends too. Steve (tiogap) and his three friends came by the campsite to say “hi”. What nice people… they were planning to do some easier climbing because a couple of them were new to climbing. Also saw Lisa, Celeste, and Quan – other “She-climbers” from the Bay Area. Got to meet Buddy for the first time, and Tuolumne*Rainbow also showed up. We ate cheese, crackers, and avocado with various types of wine until we just couldn’t stay awake any longer and went to sleep. Finally Leslie and Jake showed up and plopped down into the large bed in the Housekeeping site.
Saturday was to be dominated by climbing – aid climbing, free climbing… cleaning, and toproping. The six of us loaded up our packs with climbing gear, ropes, and enough food and water for the day and headed up the Column trail past the Ahwannee Hotel. Craig decided to go ahead and lead the first pitch (C1) while Buddy cleaned it and I jumared along side. Buddy did a great job and seemed awfully “at home” on the rock! Meanwhile, Leslie and Jake set up a toprope on “Jo Jo” (5.10b?) and managed to scramble up that route while we worked on fixing ropes as well. Once Buddy finished cleaning the first pitch, I geared up and headed up to lead the second pitch to the top of a ramp. This pitch starts with a little 5.6, switches back to aid, pops over a small roof, and heads up a thin crack. The 5.6 would have been easy but with a full aid rack and hiking boots it was interesting. I still have trouble switching from aid, to free, and back to aid again – I always seem to leave my etriers behind and then have to make some funky down-reaching move to retrieve them. I reached the belay and Leslie cleaned; we then put the rest of the rack in the haul bag and left it for Sunday.
As we walked back to Housekeeping in the late afternoon sun, the mood was jovial and ebullient. Thoughts shifted from steep rock to gastronomy. What was for dinner and drink? The meal started off with a bleu cheese/candied pecan/spinach salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing and progressed to pasta with barbequed chicken and skirt steak. A myriad of wines and beers were opened and – quite frankly – they must have been good because I can’t remember a thing about them. *smirk* Finally, fine chocolate truffles came out and we ravaged the poor delicate morsels. I was amazed at how much everyone was eating a drinking – and more and more people just seemed to keep showing up.
11 June 2006
Looking down at Pitch 3Sunday morning broke clear and sunny; it was the day to haul loads to the base and prepare to launch. Some woke clawing for aspirin to do battle with chemically-induced headaches. Regardless, we started divvying up the gear, wine, beer, food, and water so no one person’s load was too much. Buddy and I jumared back to the belay, located on a ramp, and Buddy led out the ramp to fix the lead line out to a couple of pins in the beginning of the next crack. Much to our surprise, Buddy actually WANTED to learn to haul! (Maybe it was like Tom Sawyer painting the fence?!) Anyway, Buddy was awesome and we each hauled a bag to the belay while Captain Craig took on the ever-so-important job of packing the haul bags. The rest of Sunday was devoted to rest and relaxation.
12 June 2006
Calling fellow Summitposters...It’s launch day! Craig and I wake early and hit the trail. On the way up, we run into a couple of young guys on bicycles. As it turns out, they too were headed up to the Prow and hoping to do it in a day. (They were two guys, both named Jesse, and climbing rangers within the park.) Even though our lines were fixed, we went ahead and let them go ahead of us. They quickly scampered up the first pitch and led the second without much trouble. We had been hoping to get pitches 2 and 3 out of the way, and even fix pitch 4 but alas, it was not to be. Craig led pitch 2 – a couple of vertical cracks with some manky fixed heads and pins. (Note: we were soon to discover that manky heads were the way of the Prow these days. There is just such an utter joy in standing up on a copperhead with ¾ of its wires missing, wondering if the other ¼ would actually hold your weight…) Pitch 2 ends in a sling belay under a roof. Craig led pitch 3 also; pitch 3 consisted of a couple of vertical, parallel cracks and a few more fixed manky heads. Pitch 3 ends at a beautiful but sloping ledge titled “Anchorage Ledge”. It’s comfortable enough to walk around on and helps to set up the portaledge. We decided to call it a day and break out the vino!
13 June 2006
The Reachy Bolt Ladder Leading up Pitch 5 Looking down at Pitch 4Though I had originally agreed to lead pitch 4 above Anchorage Ledge, in hindsight – I’m really glad I didn’t. It was a difficult and convoluted pitch that was, perhaps, one of the cruxes. It starts with a short bolt ladder and then meanders though various thin cracks and blank spots with hooks and mank. Oh joy! Craig takes his time leading up and then reaches the belay. After hauling and cleaning, it’s my turn to lead pitch 5. It also starts off with thin C2F mank. Several times I wonder what the heck I’m snapping my etriers into – a strange, fuzzy green sling attached to… what? Who knows. I gradually worked my way up to a reachy bolt ladder that covers a blank, steep face. OK – now I’ve never considered myself a short person but I was sure feeling short on that pitch. The etriers I was using have 5 steps. While standing in the fourth step, I was still 4 or 5 inches away from being able to reach the bolts. The shorty cheater-stick became my best friend. I wonder how in the world they drilled those dang bolts?! A couple of moves before the belay I stepped up on a fixed nut behind a hollow flake and after a couple more reachy bolts finally reach the belay. I set up the anchor and begin to haul. Except that it’s taken us quite a while to climb two pitches, everything’s going well and I’m looking forward to collapsing into the portaledge. All of a sudden, while I’m hauling, I realize that one of the bolts I’m hauling off of is PULLING OUT OF THE WALL. *holy crap what’s going on why is that bolt pulling out of the wall holy crap what should I do I need to talk to Craig he’ll know what to do holy crap I’m hanging off of bolts why are they pulling out of the wall holy crap*
I call Craig on the radio and explain the situation in as calm a voice I can muster even though inside I’m panicking. I immediately explain that the system is backed up on another 3/8” bolt but that the main pressure is on the bolt that is pulling. I quickly take another sling and back up the haul system on yet another bolt (one of the ones I’m hanging on) but I can’t get it tight enough to actually take pressure off the pulling bolt. I can hear the alarm in Craig’s voice and I start praying that he gets up to the belay quickly. After cleaning the rest of the pitch, Craig volunteers to lead up a bit of the next pitch in order to get more gear in and back up our anchors even more. (THANK YOU!) He heads up and puts in more gear and clips a couple of fixed pins as well. We manage to get the weight of the haul bags off the pulling bolt and with that, we both breathe a sigh of relief. The day has flown by and we end up bivying here at the top of pitch 5, hanging in space from a substantially more-than-usual backed up anchor. Whew. We both collapse into the portaledge and summarily pass out.
14 June 2006
Looking down from the start of Pitch 8 Looking down the "Strange Dihedral"Craig starts off the morning by leading up pitch 6 – perhaps another crux pitch. This pitch is characterized by a series of thin cracks, manky copperheads and top-stepped hook moves punctuated by an occasional bolt. This pitch ends at the beginning of the “Strange Dihedral” and a cramped stance. I remember being exceedingly famished by the time I finished cleaning this pitch and gobbling down four apple fruit leathers while at this stance. Craig, on the other hand, jumped right up and led pitch 7, the “Strange Dihedral”. I played janitor again. Though the day was getting late, we squeezed in one more pitch – pitch 8. Thought the angle of the climb backs off after pitch 6, pitch 8 starts off with an exposed pendulum off of a manky piece of junk. (Who knows what it is.) What follows is a C2F pitch with more mank, micro nuts, and some possible hook moves. (The party behind us hooked off a block that broke away and their leader fell on to a cam hook, yelping out a terrified scream in the process.) This pitch works its way up and to the right to a short bolt ladder and then meanders off to the right with some blocky 5.6 free moves. BEWARE: there is one television-sized block on this pitch that is LOOSE. Be careful!! The top of this pitch leads to Tapir Terrace, a pleasant array of sloping bivy ledges. We chose one to climbers’ left in order to stay as close to the route as possible.
I should mention, at this point, that the two of us had struck up a friendship with a man known as “John from North Pines” on the ground. He overheard us speaking on the radio during our first day on the wall and asked us a few questions. Not a climber himself, he liked to talk with us from the ground while vacationing with his family. By the time we arrived at Tapir Terrace, we were in the habit of speaking with him virtually every evening and his familiar voice had become a comfort – even though we had never met him nor knew that we would.
15 June 2006
Looking up Pitch 9After putting away all the junk and getting ready to take off, I started by leading the next pitch: pitch 9. I first started by trying to free over to the beginning of the crack, up above the belay, and quickly realized it was a “no-go”. I lowered myself back to the belay and instead, aid-traversed off to the left and up a couple of bolts. I’m not sure exactly why but this pitch spooked me. I had a couple of placements that shifted around while standing on them and at one point, became completely flummoxed in trying to figure out how to move left. Once in the second crack, things got better but then the crack folded in upon itself and the aid became awkward. I eventually clawed my way up to the belay ramp but again was baffled as to how to mantle up on the belay ramp. There were no pods, no cracks, nothing I could see… except one little split in the corner of the rock. Hmmm.. ok. I decided to try the offset green brass nut. If the pull on the nut had been down, the placement would have been ok but I needed it to go out as I was trying to mantle up on to the ramp. I thought to myself, “Carolyn – just get up there and stop dilly-dallying around.” I got my feet up as high as I could, yarded on the green offset, and it seemed to be working when *POP* -- the nut pulled. I yelled out and started falling. Somehow, I managed to catch myself of a loose flake and magically my foot struck a knob as I arrested my own fall. I was shaking pretty badly but felt there must be a way to get up on that dang ramp. I climbed back up and reluctantly tried the smaller yellow brass offset nut this time and was able to belly-whomp my way to the gear belay. (In retrospect, I think I should have used a ballnut but dangit – I hate those things! I still have scars from the last time I fell on one.) Still shaken, I started slapping gear in and ended up with at least six pieces of gear for the belay.
Meanwhile, down at the Tapir Terrace belay, the party behind us, moving fast and light, had caught up with us. Craig was worried about me and sent one of them up to check on me and also to let them pass. A friendly Englishman, Scott, clipped our gear and soon joined me on the ramp. The two of them passed us in fairly short order and then Craig met me at the top of pitch 9.
The next pitch started off at C1 and then turned into a 5.0 gully climb, going on and on for 170 feet. Craig started up. Though it was a long pitch, things went fairly well – until it was time to haul. We knew about a particular “haul bag eating