Previously in Four months in Peru: A forgotten beauty in a quiet corner of the Cordillera Blanca.
I didn't see it coming. It's not that I'm particularly tall, at least not in my home country The Netherlands, but in Peru most of the locals are a lot shorter. If that had been different, I'm sure that the low branch hanging over the trail would have been cut a long, long time ago. But it wasn't, and I didn't see it. We were hiking along an easy trail – one, in fact, that I knew well, having visited the same valley almost a month before. But not well enough, I belatedly realized, after recovering from the abrupt connection of my head with something hard and unforgiving.
The refugeAfter a late start and an easy 3½ hour hike, Eric and I arrived at the Ishinca refuge, just before nightfall. It would have taken longer, had it not been for a chance encounter with an arriero coming down the trail. We had planned to carry our packs ourselves, but although we had only been
At first, he tried to overcharge us a bit. That’s all part of the game, but I knew the usual rate and after a brief negotiation we reached an agreement. It would still be a welcome bonus for him, landing another client so late in the day. We waited a short while as he delivered his cargo at the trailhead, but he was back soon.
He wrote that he was up for anything from easy up to TD+, and impressed me by listing Chacraraju as one of his long time goals.
I'm usually happy with anything up to AD, and occasionally a bit harder, but never climbed beyond D – so far.
On the other hand, his heart rate was much higher than mine. Not so high to worry about it though, and I put it down to his lack of acclimatization. And the hike might have contributed a bit too. It was time to get some rest.
The longest day
The first mistakeFor some reason, someone appeared to switch the lights in our dorm on and off. Eric was oblivious, but I woke up. Then I looked at my watch, and then I really woke up! It was 5:48, I had overslept!
Still, there was no harm done. The previous evening, I had asked the hut warden if I could have breakfast at 5:30. Flipping the lights must be the customary way to alert people there when they don't show up for it. I appreciated the service and got out of bed. The weather was excellent, and despite the small delay, it looked like we would still have plenty of time to carry out our plan.
Although there is a small glacier high up on Este, I can testify that it is indeed an easy climb, and when I climbed it nearly a month ago, we did not even feel the need to rope up. When I started asking around why nobody climbs Central, the only answer I managed to get was that it was difficult. Even when pressed, nobody could tell me how difficult – was it just slightly more difficult than Este, or really difficult? Nor could I find anybody who knew about the normal route. Not even on which side of the mountain it was!
I had explained all this to Eric, and said that I still would like to have a go at it. It would feel like pioneering, without any guarantee of success. He was keen to try, and so we agreed we would just go up there and see if we could find a way to the top on sight.
While climbing Este earlier, and especially from its summit, I had looked at Central, and that had given me an idea on where to start. We would head out on the trail to Este, to make light work of the steep lower slopes lining the Ishinca valley. After gaining a few hundred meters, we would leave the trail and generally aim for the saddle between Este and Central. Higher up, we would draw our plans based on what we would find.
In fact, I already had one route candidate to the summit of Central: the rocky east ridge from that very saddle, but from the summit of Este it had been too far away to judge how difficult it might be. In fact, armed with no more than what we surmised from the 50m contours on the 1:100 000 scale map, we had optimistically thought at the time that, after climbing Este by the normal route, we might perhaps traverse it and descend down to the saddle to the west and then continue to climb Central that way the same day – but looking down the rocky west ridge of Este to the saddle, we didn't like what we saw, so the traverse was out. Even if it hadn't been, it was already too late. But that trip taught me that to climb Central, forget about going over Este.
After breakfast, I woke up Eric, who preferred sleeping over eating, and by 7:30 we were on our way. We didn't know it yet, but we had made our first mistake: we should have started much earlier.
Straight out of the gate, Eric went ahead. I checked my altimeter, and saw that I was ascending at a rate of almost 400m per hour. I thought that that was more than enough, considering that we already were at 4400m, but hey, if he wants to go faster, fine by me.
Finally I was aiming for Central too, or, more accurately, to the head of the small valley coming down to the south from the saddle with Este. Off trail now, I had to work my way through a field of big boulders, haphazardly strewn all over the place. That slowed me down, but since I had avoided most of them by staying on trail as long as possible, it didn't take too long before I reached the end of it. At around 4800m, the terrain leveled off and got real easy. It was relatively flat, with plenty of small streams of melt water and a few rocks here and there. Finding a fine camp site would have been no problem at all. Eric caught up with me – he blamed the rough terrain for the fact that he had been slower.
A little higher, we had a short rest, and studied the mountain to look for potential routes. Being closer, and for the first time getting a good look of the south side, we could see that Central itself actually has two summits, connected by what looked to be a sharp ridge running roughly east-west for a few hundred meters. The map didn't show that, it made it look as if there is only summit. In hindsight, that's no surprise, really, 1:100 000 is just not detailed enough for something like that. But we could see it ourselves now, it was plain as day. And that posed the question: which one of the two is the highest?
We studied the two summits, the ridge between them and the south face below it, but couldn't figure it out. The one on the right, to the east that is, looked higher. But it was closer too, so maybe the one on the left was higher after all? We just couldn't tell. The only thing we were sure of was that there wasn't a big difference between the two. We were hoping that it would get clearer when we would get closer, and on that thought we continued towards the saddle between Central and Este.
The south face of the mountain was steep and snow covered, with rock coming through here and there. Relatively speaking, I'm more comfortable on steep snow and ice than on rock, and it looked like we could follow a system of snow packed gullies and ramps to the ridge. We would have to start in the middle of the face and go straight up. From our visual inspection, we reckoned that we probably could traverse a bit to the right a couple of times, to more gullies, which would eventually put us on the crest of the ridge close to the eastern summit.
We turned west, and scrambled up a short mixed slope to get on the glacier. We roped up. It was not steep at all, just walking terrain. Contrary to our expectations, there were no signs of crevasses. Only further west we saw that the glacier was wilder and more dangerous, but we didn't have to go all that far. We just traversed west far enough below the steep south face to get to the middle of it, and I only saw one dangerous drop on the glacier close to our route. I committed it to memory, so we could avoid it on our way back.
The south faceA small bergschrund protected access to the steeper terrain, but it wasn't wide, and we could have crossed it anywhere we liked. I chose the shortest route to the central gully – only to learn that, directly across the schrund, I faced a couple of meters of steep climbing. There were some helpful bits of rock, mostly covered by less helpful sugary snow. We had just one ice tool each, again based on the premise that we didn't want to climb something difficult without further knowledge of the route. But as it was just a few meters, I made short work of it.
After that, it was less steep again, and we could simply walk up. But soon enough the ramp got steeper, and the ensuing gullies even more so. As we progressed, there always was a way to get higher, but we found no easy way to traverse to the right. Ah well, I thought, we'll just get to the crest in the middle, and then follow it to the summit from there. Perhaps we should have looked harder for a place to traverse.
I led the first few pitches. I didn't place any protection, I basically climbed free. It felt easy enough to make me confident that I would not fall. Whenever I got to a steeper part, I created an anchor to belay Eric as he followed, and then he would belay me from there while I tackled the next bit. That made for relatively short pitches, but we simply didn't bring enough gear for doing it any other way. Having a few more snow stakes and webbing would have been useful – but we didn't, as we had not really counted on climbing a steep mixed snow face.
He joined me on my high perch. The views were great, and for the first time we could finally see down the north side. It was steep, and much less glaciated. That was to be expected, being on the southern hemisphere. The ridge itself was quite exposed, but we were comfortable with that. What we were less comfortable with, was our speed. From our position, following the jagged and exposed snowy ridge looked possible, probably, but by no means easy. We estimated it would take us at least one hour, more likely two, to cross it. Even the shorter estimate meant we would have to descend in darkness. And given the steep terrain, that was out of the question. We had to admit that we had reached the highest point of our climb.
Starting the descentUp until then I had counted on downclimbing the route, possibly lowering Eric occasionally, but to save time we both rappelled from the big rock. Having only one 50m rope, that brought us down just 25 meters, but it was still faster. If you find yourself up there, feel free to use the rope and the snapper that we left in place. However, given our limited amount of gear, I knew that we, or at least one of us, had to climb down most of the route anyway, so we couldn't make a speedy descent. Shortly below the ridge the terrain wasn't too difficult, so we both climbed down for a while.
On the way up, we had passed one particularly steep gully that I didn't look forward to climb down. Therefore, I chose a slightly different route now, a little bit more to the west. It was easier indeed, until we got to the top of a steep, narrow, snow filled couloir. We looked for a way to avoid it, but it appeared to be the easiest way down. I was confident I could climb down safely, but it was tricky. The main problem was that the snow was pretty loose, so there was a bit of a risk of an unplanned slide. The gully wasn't very high, but it wasn't exactly flat at the bottom either, and a fall wouldn't stop there. In other words, an unarrested fall could prove to be fatal.
The second best option was a very steep ramp – not quite as steep as the gully, but too steep to walk down and without walls on the side to provide any holds for our hands or feet. We decided to rappel once more.
The flat section above the couloir was a relatively thin layer of loose snow on top of solid rock. We wanted to sacrifice a snow stake, but the powder was much too thin and too loose to be of any use whatsoever to build a useful rappel anchor. We swept away the snow, but didn't find any features on the rock below that we could use either. If only we had brought two ropes, we could have placed an anchor much higher up. But we didn't, and so we reluctantly concluded that rappelling wasn't possible. We then had a second look at alternative routes – but without the possibility of rappelling, the steep ramp looked even less inviting, and the only other way was up.
"Can you downclimb this?" I asked Eric, pointing down the couloir. "I rather rappel", he replied after another inspection. And so we continued looking for a place to belay from, but the outcome was the same. Nada. Then Eric surprised me by changing his mind, saying "I think I can downclimb this".
Now that I am committed, I find enough places for my feet, but it still isn't easy. Fully focused, I make my way down to the bottom of the couloir. It doesn't take long at all, but as we had spent a lot of time above it, daylight is fading fast now. Visibility is still good, but it won't last much longer. Therefore I figure that I better use what daylight there is left to see how we can get down further, to where the terrain will be easy again.
As I make my way down; it's never really hard anymore. Mostly I can simply walk. Then, I reach a short vertical step, just over two meters high. Below it is broad snowy ledge, so I just sit on the edge at the top of the step and slide down the snow, wiping most of it off the rocks in the process. After that, the route proves to be twisting a bit, but easy going again. Not much further down I can see a clear way down to the gentle slopes south of the steep face. Taking this alternative descent route is no mistake: it is indeed easier than our way up had been. But where is Eric?
Will we ever get down?I'm waiting.
The sun sets and it gets dark.
I shout something.
A faint response comes from much higher up the mountain.
I learn that he had started climbing down the couloir for a short bit, but then didn't see how to continue. And as time was passing by during his efforts to find a way, the sun went down, and in darkness it was even harder. In a nutshell: he got stuck. Not literally, mind you; ironically enough it's almost the opposite: the main problem is that the sugary snow offers hardly any purchase. The only way down is to use the rocks, but as they are partly covered in snow, even in daylight that already meant feeling a way down until something offered enough support, and obviously everything is slippery.
I'm thinking about his predicament. In my mind, I reckon, he just has to find a way. I can't think of another way. He has our rope and some gear. Perhaps he can use that somehow? Of course, we had already tried that, and I have to admit that, while I climbed down myself, I didn't notice anything useful in the couloir either – but then again I hadn't been looking for it.
I look up the mountain and shout: "Any progress?"
Apart from getting hoarse, we're not getting anywhere.
I start making my way back up, very carefully, well aware that I'm tired and climbing in the dark now – well, I have my headlight, but that's only useful for a short distance.
I reach the vertical step. Sliding down had been dead easy, but there isn't much to hold on to, and I don't have enough strength anymore to get myself up there. I rest. Try it again. I try various alternative routes around it, but all to no avail.
And so I try the vertical step once again, and more alternatives. All zip. Nothing. Nada.
My voice starts to falter, so now I just shout: "OY!"
"I HAVE A BELAY, BUT AM NOT SURE ABOUT IT."
"WELL, DO YOU WANT OFF THIS MOUNTAIN TODAY?"
It's not that I'm at all angry or anything, but I'm not too sure about how that comes across. I simply mean it literally though, and it's my crude attempt to motivate him. I firmly believe he is capable of downclimbing that pitch – or am I fooling myself, and do I, perhaps just as firmly, want to believe it?
"YES", he answers.
"THEN TRUST IT SOME, AND CLIMB DOWN".
By now he is stuck up there for two hours or so. I've started to think we may have to spend the night out on the mountain. It isn't really cold, but we don't have much food and water. Still, I'm thinking, tomorrow I may have enough energy again to get up there, one way or another. With daylight I will be able to see where I'm going and I may find a different, easier way up. And if not, I can take the same route that we had ascended in the first place. But in the mean time, I don't realize that, in his predicament, Eric's night will be at best uncomfortable, and probably dangerous, as he is forced to choose between staying awake all night to avoid falling, or trusting his anchor.
However, finally things take a turn for the better: Eric starts moving! In fact, he rappels the steepest parts, trusting his own anchor after all. I'm very relieved when he joins me without further incident, knowing we now have the hardest part behind us.
"Let's get that rope down and continue. Do you want me to belay you down from here?"
"Yes... or, I think I can downclimb this..."
"Are you sure?"
Having learned something, we quickly agree that Eric will descend while I have him on belay, so if he gets stuck again, we won't have a repeat of the previous problem. Even though I figure it's easy enough, we are tired and it's dark now. Better safe than sorry.
"Ok, pull down the rope."
Eric pulls. I'm preparing the belay, when I hear him saying: "It's stuck!"
"Oh boy". (Feel free to insert a stronger expletive – I'm polite, and hardly ever swear) "Murphy surely is on our side today!"
Eric tugs, swings and twists the ends of the rope, but it simply refuses to come unstuck. It's my rope and I'm not quite willing to leave it. Besides, we may need it to rappel after all, and we are on a glacier, in the dark.
Strangely enough, despite all our problems, I'm in a really good mood. I think it's because Eric got down after being stuck for so long. And then I get a bright idea.
"Hey, I couldn't climb up this vertical step earlier, but with the rope hanging here now, it's a completely different matter! I'll go up and get it".
It takes a bit of time, as Murphy has conspired to have the rope stuck behind a huge boulder just below where Eric had been sitting for so long, but eventually I get there and pry it loose. Once back down, I belay Eric while he follows the trail that I had made hours earlier. As he reaches the end of it, I come down too. From there we simply walk down together – as expected, there is no need to belay or rappel anymore.
Too late for dinnerBeing a bit further west than on the way up, the bergschrund at the bottom of the south face was almost negligible. Once we were across, we took a break. We ate and drank a little from our dwindling supplies. Eric looked exhausted by now.
But while the most dangerous part was over, we still wanted to get off the mountain. We roped up again and started descending, Eric first. Going down was easy. Suddenly he stopped, and so I stopped too. I didn't know what was up, but he just stood there, nothing happened. I shouted "I'm getting cold here!" He replied "There is a big drop in front of me!"
I took it as a sign of his exhaustion that Eric couldn't think of anything else than just stand there. I walked up to him, and looked over the edge. He was right, it was a big drop. But more importantly, I recognized it even in the dark: this was the feature I had memorized! That meant I now knew exactly where on the glacier we were. In addition, from what I had seen on the way up, there would be few crevasses, if any at all, further down along the route.
I took the lead, and followed the rim of the big gap to go around it. That meant going up gently, but just a minute later we already got to the end. From there it was downhill all the way. Since I wanted to avoid the scrambling pitch at the point where we first got on the glacier, I didn't quite follow our original route now, but headed in a slightly different direction, leading away from the south face. Before long, we reached the edge of the small glacier.
Eric just lay on his back for a while, wasted. I took off my crampons and ate and drank something. He still wasn't moving. Since the boulder field ahead of us, at the edge of the glacier, looked rough, and I couldn't see far enough to be sure that it wouldn't get steeper again, we didn't unrope just yet. While Eric slowly came back to life, I walked as far as the rope would let me to have a look. But I still couldn't see far enough. I waited until Eric was back up, and together we went down again. We were slow, but still it didn't take long before I recognized the terrain around me – we were back on our ascent route. That meant there wouldn't be any difficult parts anymore, just tiresome, and we finally put away the rope. Eric rested again while I stuffed it in my pack and took off my harness. We were having lots of rest breaks. However, when I was ready to go again, Eric surprised me by announcing he wouldn't need any more breaks: he was ready to descend all the way from there.
After this fast bit, we reached the flat camping area. We followed one of the bigger streams down, making route finding real easy. However, once we got to 4800m, we found ourselves once more at the top of the big boulder field again. Having only our headlights to help us find a way, and being tired, hungry and thirsty, our already progress deteriorated to a crawl. I thought the easiest way would be to keep following the stream. We didn't stay very close together anymore, since the terrain was not all that hard now, just tiresome.
I looked around occasionally, trying to keep track of Eric. But the big boulders didn't make that easy, and soon I lost sight of him. Perhaps he had decided to rest somewhere after all, so I lay down to wait for him. After quite a while I saw a shape moving in the distance. He had apparently selected a different route: he was well on his way to the Urus Este trail, but much higher than where I planned to reach it! In a way it was funny, really: he would end up going down roughly the same way I had come up, while I was going down more or less along his ascent route! The only reason I didn't want to follow his route was that it actually meant going uphill for a while! I was simply too tired for that.
As we were now on different routes, there was no point in waiting any longer, so I got up and started moving. Eventually I reached the refuge at 3:12 am, Eric closer to 4 – a bit too late for dinner, unfortunately. Naturally, everybody was sound asleep, but at least the door wasn't locked.
Frankly, missing dinner isn't really a problem. I drink water and have a bite from my own supplies, but don't eat much. I'm too tired to be hungry. Too tired to sleep even, I think – but that's about the last conscious thought I have before I drift off.
The day afterNeedless to say, we're having a rest day. I enjoy a slow and extended breakfast at 10, seamlessly followed by lunch. Having an early dinner gets thwarted by the extremely slow kitchen, and I'm sure my limited Spanish didn't help in getting my wishes across clearly.
As for our next plan? That would be to get up tomorrow morning at 3 am, to climb Ishinca! With a bit of luck, we're fast enough and still have enough energy afterwards. In that case we can hike out and get back to Huaraz.
Eric isn't feeling too good just yet though. Tired, obviously, but he also feels a knot in his back. As we turn in, he thinks he might not climb tomorrow.
Rise and shine!At 3 am I hear the alarm. A few minutes later I get up and head towards breakfast, alone. I take my time for it. Just after 4 I'm ready to go, but, not surprisingly, Eric is not.
As it happens, Ishinca is a very popular mountain, and not a hard climb. From what I had read about it, I felt confident to climb it solo. In fact, just yesterday we met a group of climbers that I had met earlier in Huaraz, and they had climbed Ishinca, so they could tell us all about the latest conditions. In short, I concluded, there was just one tricky section: a bergschrund just below the top, in a very exposed place. Apart from that I didn't expect any problems.
By 4:22 I'm out the door. I see head lights dancing in the distance. I feel good, but I pace myself, suppressing the urge to try and catch up with them. Nevertheless, one and a half hour later I do just that anyway. As the moment of sunrise approaches, so does the coldest moment of the day. It's not too bad though. I can leave my down jacket in my pack – today it's just extra weight to carry up and down the mountain. But it's better to have it and not to need it than the other way around...
Soon after the refuge I reach the small bivouac building, at the edge of another, smaller lake. So that's where the trail went! On the map it looks the other way around: there is a small lake somewhat below the building – more precisely, two small ones right next to each other – while a much bigger lake lies next to the bivouac, and that's the one called Laguna Ishinca, not the lower one! Confusing...
But where do I go from here? After having a good look around, I see a trail that first leads away from the mountain, but then circles all the way around the northern edge of the lake before turning towards the saddle once more.
I'm a bit puzzled by the fact that that trail is much smaller now than on the way up to the bivouac. I thought that quite a few hikers would come over the pass, and then they would obviously follow the trail both sides of the bivouac. In addition, I expect few people would only hike up to the bivouac and turn back there. But I don't see another trail, so I figure it has to be right and I continue.
After skirting the lake, when the trail comes around again, it follows what looks like a big moraine extending from Ranrapalca. It gets more and more vague, until finally it peters away altogether – or did I get off trail somewhere? One way or another, it doesn't matter. I'm close to the gentle white slopes of the glacier, and it's obvious how to get there. Over a ridge, then down a short scree slope and I'm on the ice. It's hard. I still see no clear trail, but there is no fresh snow that might hide any crevasses. I put on my crampons and head towards the col.
The glacier isn't steep at all and I find it easy going. Before long I can make out a trail after all, a little bit higher than where I am. I aim for it. Before I get there, I pass a few crevasses, and I prod with my axe to check if they extend further than what I can see at first glance. Soon I reach the relative safety of the big trail.
The sun shines brightly and the scenery is fantastic, making me feel happy and warm, even though the glacier is still frozen solid. Notwithstanding the seemingly slow passage between the bivouac and the glacier, I'm making good time and steadily I get closer to the summit – but then, just before I'm there, I run into a serious problem after all: It's the bergschrund that I had heard about!
It's not wide at all. I can easily reach across and touch the steep final slope, which I estimate to be just ten meters to the summit. But reaching is one thing, stepping across is a different matter: once I do that, I have to make sure I will cling to that slope as if my life depends on it – because it does!
It's the one and only point on the climb where I would have liked a second tool. However, I didn't bring one. Neither did I bring any gear for a self belay. My two options are clear: return or climb on.
Gingerly I test how solid the edge of the bergschrund is, and am happy to find it to be quite strong. So, I place one foot close to the edge, and in one continuous move I use the momentum and I swing my axe with all my strength, burying it into the slope on the other side. I trust the lip of the crevasse, but I'm fully aware that if I've misjudged it and it breaks away, I'll be hanging on that axe. As expected, it's no problem though. I kick my other foot in the steep slope, bridging the schrund.
With one foot on either side of the crevasse and my axe as backup, I'm safe, but I don't feel comfortable enough just yet to step over completely just yet. If I did, I would then have to pull hard on my axe to get higher, and I if I can avoid it, I rather not commit all my weight to one point - and certainly not with that deadly gaping hole beneath me.
Therefore I look for something on the steep slope to grab with my free hand. Sure, there are steps, kicked by all the previous climbers on the route, but I'm not happy with those. But with one foot firmly planted on either side of the crevasse, I feel safe enough to get my axe out of the slope.
It actually proves to be surprisingly hard work – I had really swung it hard when hammering it into the slope, and the reassurance that it would in fact have been fine to hang on to makes me feel good. Using my axe I shape a simple grip for my free hand. That gives me an additional solid point on the steep slope.
I'm happy that I encountered this on the way up – the thought of descending over that bergschrund without protection would surely have made me feel uncomfortable, to say the least. Had I come up the other way, I might very well have decided to go back instead of traversing the mountain!
But while so many things went wrong two days ago, today Murphy obligingly stays far away. He's probably still tired from everything he threw at us on Urus Central.
The actual summit is quite small, but I have it all for myself. Well away in the distance I see climbers approaching slowly – from both sides, actually. I have a long break, eating, drinking and enjoying the fantastic scenery. All around me are towering mountains, many higher than 6000m. I'm taking it all in - and try to recognize all the mountains near and far that I've climbed since arriving in the Cordillera Blanca.
I thought the first group arriving from the NW would arrive sooner, but their progress is slower than I had expected. I figured I would make room on the top for them when they would get there, but they take too long. I still have a long way to go today, so I decide it's time to get down.
With the exception of the short final bit, ascending the SW ridge had been very easy. The NW slopes are not hard either, but the route is more varied and has a couple of slightly steeper sections, and although it appears to be possible to walk down all the way, on a couple of occasions I prefer the safer alternative of turning around and climbing down.
Without incident I reach the edge of the glacier, about an hour after starting my descent. The landscape was, and still is, beautiful, but I'm glad I can finally take of my crampons and loosen my shoe laces. I had them very tight, and my left ankle was suffering a bit from it.
From the glacier to the lower lake, which, earlier that day, I thought was Laguna Ishinca, I go cross country. Perhaps there is a trail, but I don't see it – nor do I need it. The terrain is open and not really steep, so you can go wherever you please. I do see the occasional cairn though, so I must be doing something right. The very shallow lake is fed by an extensive delta of glacial streams, and the cairns point to a place where I can cross easily. Not long after that I'm back at the big cairn and the junction where I had gone up the other way several hours ago.
All I have to do now is hike down the big trail, back to the refuge. And look around to enjoy the big mountains. I love looking at the impressive shape of Tocllaraju, bringing back great memories. And I intently study Urus Central, with the recent impressions of our failed attempt vividly in my mind. After looking at it a whole lot on the way down, I'm finally convinced that the eastern peak of Urus Central is not the main summit – the western peak, while still marginally further away from this angle, definitely looks higher now.
That clinches it: if I ever have another attempt at Urus Central and I still haven't managed to get my hands on a useful route description, I now know that climbing the steep south slopes to the crest of the ridge between the two peaks may be an interesting route, but it's no good if you want to get to the summit – unless I have a more accomplished rock climber as partner perhaps. Thinking about it makes me wonder if anybody even attempted our route before...
Despite all the pictures I take, I make a fast descent and find myself back at the refuge well before 1 o'clock. All in all, my descent doesn't take much more than 2½ hours. That means I have lots of time to eat. Eric is resting. I say we can stay another day if he wants to, but he feels good enough to hike out. We take it easy – and so does the staff at the refuge, taking an hour to sort out our bill after we mention that we didn't have dinner the day we tried climbing Central, so we don't want to pay for that. But hey, who's complaining, it's a holiday!
EpilogueAlthough we made quite a lot of errors, and didn't even get to the summit, we both really enjoyed our climb on Urus Central. Well, during the descent perhaps not so much, but we look back on it as a great experience.
It was also one of the most educational mountaineering experiences I've had, not just in Peru, but anywhere. While some of the mistakes only diminished our chances of getting to the top, others could have had serious consequences.
- We should have turned back at least an hour earlier. Apart from being a bit lower, that would have given us an extra hour of daylight to get off the steep south face. As it was, we would still have had enough daylight for it if we had not run into trouble. But we did, and the darkness made it worse.
- The main mistake happened on the descent, at the top of the couloir. When Eric changed his mind and pronounced that he could climb down the couloir, I believed him without reservation. Sure, I had never climbed with him before, but during the ascent I had concluded that I was the stronger climber. In hindsight, it would have been safer if I had wedged myself somewhere at the top of the couloir and kept him on belay while he climbed down, after which I could have climbed down myself. But I didn't think of this until it was much too late. We were lucky that he managed to climb down safely eventually – the consequences of a fall don't bear thinking about...
Obviously, a mistake such as this is much less likely when climbing with someone you know well, but that's not always the case. So, since then, when climbing with someone I don't know very well, I try to pay more attention to my partner's skills.
Mind you, that's only to the crest of the east-west ridge, not to the summit. Getting there definitely looked harder. And for all I know, the easiest route to the summit may be on the other side. I'm now thinking that perhaps the rocky west ridge is an easier way to the Central summit. Anybody interested?
The story continues here: From a disaster area and getting robbed, to a beautiful climb