StuckLooking down, I'm guessing that it can't be more than thirty meters to the bottom of the steep couloir I'm descending. If only I could get there, I would be off the mountain and in hiking territory all the way back to civilization. But how? That's a whole different ball game. Sure, my route description offers two possibilities, but after considering both of them, I don't feel comfortable to commit to either one. I have to face it, I'm stuck. How do I get off this mountain?
I first got to this point an hour earlier. Up until then my descent had been swift and easy. Sure, a few times the route was less than obvious, but whenever I didn't see traces where others had gone before, I just scrambled down wherever it looked feasible, and it never took long before I picked up the route again. And the place where I was right now matched the route description - so why wasn't there a relative easy way down anymore? Was it there, but did I not see it? Or had something changed since the route description was written?
I have another look. The text describes it as an ascent route; I'm descending. From the bottom of the couloir, it reads:
I turn to the alternative. Climb down a bit again. I see some old snow at the bottom, which matches the description, but it isn't nearly enough to be helpful in any way. The gully at the top is filled with very loose scree. Lower down it gets steeper, but I can't see far enough to judge how steep exactly. It might as well be vertical, and it looks much too high to safely jump down to the snow, even if it would have been soft. I think about descending a bit further, but once more I don't like going to the edge, this time because I don't trust the scree. The rocks are small, and though I can't see it clearly, I'm worried that there might be a solid layer below them and then it's like descending on ball bearings. I might not be able to stop in time.
Having checked out both options, I sit down for a break, and to think. After a while, I return to the smooth slab. Climb down a little further than before... but still don't like it any better. Back to the scree, do the same, and still don't want to try that either. Back up again. Sit down. Think. I realize I do not want to risk descending either of the two options. I'm not going to rationalize it and argue with myself that I should be able to do it. I don't care if I should; I trust my gut. If it doesn't feel good, I won't go there. But what else can I do?
Around that time I hear distant voices. At first I think they come from climbers that are descending a different route, not far away. It takes a while before I actually see anyone, and then it's far above me. They are on another route alright, but they are climbing, not descending! A bit surprised that that they have started so late, I still think that that will be the answer. Eventually they will come down again, and the most likely route for that is the one I'm on. And if I can use their rope, I will have no trouble getting down.
I realize that it might take a few hours before I will know if they will come my way, so I try to get their attention, to communicate somehow. I shout, but they don't hear me. I blow my whistle, but even that isn't loud enough to elicit a response. Shall I simply wait? I don't like that idea; I want to do something. Besides, if they will descend somewhere else I can wait forever. And so I decide to go back up again - perhaps I will meet them higher up, but if not, I'll descend by the route that I have originally used to climb the mountain. Based on what I had read, my ascent route was supposed to be a bit more difficult than the descent route that I have just discarded, but at least I know the difficulties of the route, and that makes a whole lot of difference.
Going back up will be tiring, but I feel strong enough, and I figure there is enough daylight for my plan. If I would wait and the climbers don't come down my way, by the time I find out it will be too late. My choices would then be limited to an unplanned night on the mountain or call the rescue service.
A Few Days EarlierIt was dark when the train pulled into the Poprad train station. My first view of the High Tatras, which were the main reason for my visit, would have to wait. Outside I saw a taxi, so I asked the driver to bring me to a hotel. He wanted to know which one. Since I didn't know the city I said any decent hotel would be fine, but his English was poor and he didn't understand: He wanted a name. I asked around a bit and learned that there was a Poprad Hotel. Sounded good to me, so I went to the taxi again and made the driver happy. Me too, for a while - until the hotel turned out to be full. Fortunately the receptionist was helpful and gave me directions to another place nearby. Before long I had a room.
It could use a bit of paint, but it was clean and not very expensive and the staff was friendly. And, most useful, the lobby hosted a couple of computers for guests that didn't have their own. The weather forecast for the mountains was poor, so I stayed two nights. I went into town to buy a good map, look for a climbing guidebook and pop into the local tourist info center to ask about climbing in the Tatras. I knew that it was heavily regulated, but I didn't know all the details.
Back at the hotel I went online and started searching for details about climbing in the High Tatras. Of course I checked the SummitPost pages for the area as well as for Gerlachovský štit: since it was the highest peak of the Tatras, of Slovakia and of all of the Carpathians, I wanted to climb it, if I could.
I must admit that, after reading everything I could find, on Summitpost and elsewhere, I was still in the dark about the easiest routes or what grades to expect. I got the impression that the easiest route was merely hiking, but that the rules meant I could only use it for the descent. And I couldn't find which routes I was allowed to climb. All in all, it was rather fragmented information. What I did find was a lot of red tape. Some sites (and trip reports) simply said that it was forbidden to go off trail, unless with a guide. Other sites said that members of climbing associations were allowed to go unguided, subject to a lot of restrictions. However, as I tried to understand the details, they appeared to be inconsistent. The best thing I found was a fairly decent looking route description, which apparently was the normal route that the local guides take with their clients. I made a copy with my camera, so I would always have it with me. After that, I resolved to ask for further information later.
I knew that the rules were not that strict, so I said that I was an alpine club member, and as such I was allowed to climb unguided. I just wanted to learn the details of what the rules said I could and could not do. However, the woman behind the desk was adamant and countered that the High Tatras were not the Alps, so that my alpine club membership was not relevant! Dumbfounded by such ignorance, I gave up. I figured, I would try again later, in another village.
The next two days I explored the mountains near Strbske pleso, more precisely Kriváň and Rysy. A few hundred other people seemed to have the same idea; I guess that's what you get when you have a small mountain range with a limited number of marked trails. I must say that only well above the tree line would it be easy to go off trail; lower down, dense shrubs often made that quite cumbersome. And so I found it easy to obey the rules, as far as I understood them.
Stary SmokovecLower than Strbske Pleso, Stary Smokovec is the main village in the High Tatras. Once more I walked into a local tourist info center. As I asked about the rules again, they referred me to the office next door, which turned out to host the mountain rescue service.
I walked in and asked my question. More specifically, this time I added that I wanted to climb Gerlachovský, unguided, and wanted to know if I was allowed to do that - and to avoid misunderstandings I showed my alpine club membership card. A serious looking fellow looked at it and replied that, yes, I could climb Gerlachovský. I asked if they had detailed information about possible routes (I wanted to have more than the one description I had so far). He rattled off a bunch of route names that I could climb, but for descriptions he referred me back to the tourist info office.
Next order of business was to find a place to sleep. To climb Gerlachovský, the best place to start was Sliezky dom. Formerly a mountain refuge, a few years ago it had been rebuilt as an upscale hotel, with limited shared accommodation for mountaineers. A guy at the info center called the hotel for me, but the shared accommodation was booked solid for the next few weeks. Did I want to have a hotel room instead? I asked the price - then politely declined. Instead, the info center found me a bed and breakfast place in nearby Nový Smokovec, appropriately named Villa Gerlach. It was a good sign.
When I arrived, I was pleasantly surprised. The owner was friendly, the room was small but nice, and there was a shared kitchen I could use. I asked if I could stay longer than the one night that the info center had booked for me.
In the mean time, my grey cells had been working on a plan. Hoping to stay at Sliezky dom, I had been thinking about hiking up Východná Vysoká tomorrow, as a warm up, and climb Gerlachovský the day after. But starting at Nový Smokovec complicated matters: Either I would have to walk a couple of hours extra (and ascend an additional 670 meters), or I would have to take a taxi to Sliezky dom. I would prefer to walk, but that would make for a long day. Therefore I skipped Východná Vysoká from the program. My last incentive was the weather forecast: ZERO chance of rain! I wouldn't wait any longer, but climb Gerlachovský tomorrow!
Slippery When WetIt had to be an early start. I didn't want to hike in the dark, but shortly after sunrise I was on my way. At first I kept a normal pace, but soon enough my leg muscles were warmed up and I switched into higher gear. Though I considered it unlikely, in the back of my mind I thought I might catch up to a slow climbing party, which could be useful if I would have any route finding problems.
The hotel looked a bit out of place. It was too big, didn't blend in the mountain environment. I didn't stop, but kept walking. Around the little lake, and up the trail alongside the waterfall. Once above it, the terrain leveled out again and I got my first decent look of the upper Velický valley, and of the Gerlachovský massif that lined it. I sat down to eat something and to check my route description and the map. I didn't see the unmarked trail, nor the Velický žl'ab, but looking at the shape of the mountains I could see where it had to be, so that's where I headed. Within minutes I came to a clear trail, unmarked, but, as expected, it went straight to the base of the couloir.
I looked at it. Water trickled down the center of the couloir, making it wet. The dark rocks on the left looked hard to climb. On the right I saw some cracks and other irregularities on the rocks. However, I couldn't see a clear line higher up. I deliberated with myself. I knew it would be all to easy to start climbing on the right and then reach a point where I couldn't continue. And even if I would only be ten meters off the ground when that would happen, I might have a really hard time climbing down again. Not a good idea to try that when soloing, without rope. No, it would have to be the wet center, for I could see that it wasn't really high. Maybe five meters vertical, then it looked easier. I figured that I could safely try how good the wet holds were on the first couple of meters. If I didn't like it, I could abort.
ClimbingThe holds, though wet, are surprisingly good. My feet don't slip off the small outcrops and tiny ledges, and there are enough handholds for balance. At the top of the vertical part are the remains of an old chain. It's a bit rusty, but I try it and it's still solidly connected to the wall. I'm up the wet vertical section, and happy about it. It's still steep, but the climbing is easier now. Falling still isn't an option, but I manage to avoid the wet parts and always find dry rocks to grab. This is fun!
Just like it looked, the trail up to the saddle is easy indeed. Mostly it's walking, with some short interludes of scrambling. The exposure is rarely something to be concerned about. Soon I'm at the saddle on the jagged ridge.
For the first time I can see the west side of the mountain massif. High up it's less steep than the Velický žl'ab, and I can't help but wonder if there isn't an easy route up this face. However, as I can't see all the way down to the valley, I don't know. Looking forward, I can't see the true summit yet because the subsidiary peak of Kotlový štit (2601m) is blocking my view.
To traverse the western slopes, I have to cross a number of scree filled gullies, interspersed with rocky ribs. Judging by my map, the first gully - or is it several? I don't really know - is Gerlachovský kotol, meaning cirque or bowl. Sometimes I see a clear trail for a while, then it's gone again and I have to guess. But for a while I'm making all the right choices.
I decide to keep ascending the spur. Perhaps it will prove to be easy to get to the main crest, and then I might even be able to follow that all the way to the summit instead of climbing the face. The description isn't quite clear about it.
A few minutes later I stop. It's not that I can't possibly continue anymore, but it's getting decidedly harder if I do, which can only mean that I'm definitely off route. I look around, to see if there is any way I can get off the spur and down on the scree to the north. It's not far down, but I don't see good enough holds to descend safely. Perhaps I can still do it, but why take that risk when there must be an easier way? I just have to find it.
I retrace my steps and climb down the spur, continuously looking for a way to reach the scree. I end up descending a bit further than where I first gained the crest, but then come to a spot where I see a clear way down. Some easy scrambling and I'm on the scree. The detour and the searching have taken some time, but as I started early and the weather will be fine, it doesn't matter. I still have plenty of daylight. I'm going to make it!
Eventually I must start my way down. I check the description and the map. They confirm what I already thought: the final face was in fact the top of the Batizovský žl'ab, which is the couloir I'm going to descend. As I reached the summit, I saw the climbers disappear from view further down that very couloir.
My descent is swift and easy. Sure, a few times the route is less than obvious, but whenever I don't see traces where others have gone before, I just scramble down wherever it looks feasible, and it never takes long before I pick up the route again. Until... I get stuck!
Back UpAscending the Batizovský žl'ab again takes a bit longer than descending it, but I still make good time. As I approach the base of the final face again, I start looking for a good way to get up and over the spur where I got off route earlier. I hope to see a better route than the one I used before, but I don't even recognize where I had come down from it. Remembering that the last time I was too high, I stay what I think is a bit lower now, and have no trouble getting up it.
What happened next, I'm not sure. Perhaps the fact that I had run out of water quite a while ago meant I wasn't totally sharp anymore, even though I felt fine. Anyway, I thought I was traversing the face below the main ridge, on the western side, making my way to the saddle at the top of the Velický žl'ab. I kept a close eye on my altimeter, because I remembered the elevation that it gave for the saddle, even though I never thought I would cross it again. But now it was paramount that I find it. South of the saddle, the ridge was only a little bit higher, with just one more peak on it before dropping down altogether.
I knew that, during my original traverse of the slope, I had never gone up or down for very long. Being a little higher than the saddle, I mostly looked for traces of a trail below me. I didn't see any. I guessed I was still a bit too high, and so I kept traversing, and gradually losing altitude in the process. But as I got down to the elevation where the saddle should be, I didn't see it. Where is that saddle? Or where am I?
I pulled out the map. Looked at it. The main ridge below which I was traversing extended south from Gerlachovský. Some 400 m from the top, it rose to the summit of Kotlový štit. And only now did I really see something I should have realized long before: continuing past Kotlový, there isn't just one big ridge with a number of minor side ridges; there are two big ridges roughly extending south! The map is quite clear about it. One of the ridges continues south, and, coming from the north, appears to be the logical continuation from the main ridge. But another ridge - just as big, judging by the map - extends roughly to the southeast - and that's the ridge that towers over the Velicka valley where I came from, so the saddle must be there as well!
So, below which of these two ridges was I traversing? Fortunately I'm old school. I don't use my compass often, but I do carry one, and this time I needed it. And what I had been suspecting after studying the map, proved to be true: I was heading south, so I had not crossed the Kotlový south ridge but was still on the wrong side, traversing the face below it.
No harm done, now I know where I am, and it's not too far off the route. I scramble straight up to the crest. There is no way down the other side, so I follow the crest upwards for a while, until I can descend without too much trouble. This time I have no doubts, I'm now on the slopes below the right crest, and if I just keep an eye on my altimeter while I traverse, I should reach the saddle without further problems.
And so it goes. Occasionally I see traces of a trail again, but less often than I recall from the first time I was here. Probably it's because the sun is lower now and the light is different.
All these ridges and gullies look alike to me now. I realize I must keep moving, or I'll have to descend the wet patch in darkness, and I really want to avoid that. Eventually I see a notch in the ridge, with just one peak further south of it. It looks familiar, and once more I see something of a trail. As I get there, I recognize it. And, more importantly, I recognize the Velický žl'ab on the other side.
It's about 300 m down, and I know what difficulties to expect. I reckon I should be able to get to the crux in less than half an hour. The sun is dropping fast, but there should still be light. As fast as I can without risking to fall, I go down the couloir.
No rest for the wicked, it's getting late. I'm safe now, but I still want to get back to civilization. The unmarked trail is easy to follow on the way down. By nightfall I reach the marked trail and the top of the waterfall. The lake looks pretty, and the lights of the hotel are beckoning. By the time I get there, it's almost dark.
In theory I could walk back to Nový Smokovec. In darkness I wouldn't risk the forest path, but I could use the access road for the hotel. It's much longer, but safe enough. However, I had read something about a taxi service...
Still all sweaty from the fast descent I walk straight into the hotel, up to the reception and ask. It's 20 euros, which, considering my tiredness in general and my burning feet in particular, I find an excellent price. I have to wait just long enough to drink some tea and grab a bite to eat before the taxi is ready. It's not a regular taxi though, it's a landrover, and a bunch of other passengers get in the back. I'm lucky and get the passenger seat. As I talk to the driver, it turns out he is the hotel manager - the regular driver does it all day, but he's eating right now. Normal taxis are not allowed on the road. For regular hotel guests, there is a car park lower down, from where the landrover picks them up. However, none of the passengers has a car there, and we're dropped off at the train station in Tatranská Polianka, 4 km from Nový Smokovec.
The owner greets me as I enter Villa Gerlach, and she is clearly surprised that I already climbed Gerlachovský. I had told her I was going to, but somehow she didn't realize it would be right away. At the time I didn't give it another thought - only much later I realized I should have made sure that she knew, so that if I hadn't come back that night, she could have alerted the rescue services.
Next day I rested on the nice outside terrace of Villa Gerlach, and ate and drank a lot. And I walked all of two kilometers, to buy more food. That mountain air sure makes one hungry!
EpilogueAt the time that I climbed, I thought I was allowed to. Much later, when I decided I should write a route page, I started to wonder about it. To get some answers, I wrote to TANAP, the government body in charge of the national parks. In short, my climb was illegal.
I apologize for breaking the rules and I thank TANAP for not fining me for it. For more details about the rules, see the Velický žl'ab route page. If you do want to follow this route, either go with a guide, or go in winter - for members of climbing organizations it's legal then.