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The Woods
30 May 2014, 8:24 am
It's the sound of a coin spinning on a table top, a high-pitched speeding and slowing bubbling. A wood warbler. One of the small migrant birds that arrive to breed in our broadleaf woods each summer, adding it's ululations to the choir. Moving through the gorge, dappled sunlight and fluorescent whispering leaves and water roaring below, they're all around us. Blending with the willow warbler's laugh and the chaffinch's chirrup. At this time of year the Atlantic woods of the West Highlands burst with life.
It's been years since I last walked through these woods, and each twist of the path brings a half familiar scene. Old acquaintance reunited. We stop, Blair and I, and he points out some geological nuance, a subtle vein of granite bleeding through the brown schist. An echo of long-dead unspeakable forces.
It's funny, this association. If climbing didn't take me to these places, would I love it so much?
Destination: Wave Buttress above Steall Meadows in Glen Nevis. Time is short so there's only time for one route each, no warm up. I'm mildly terrified but positively elated as today is the day to do Edgehog, the classic of the glen and high on my must-do list since forever.
Racked up, tied in, chalked, I step on and the woodland choir falls silent...
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Imbalance
30 June 2014, 9:18 pm
Back in the winter Murdo spent a wee bit of time staying with Sarah and I. It was fun having him around, a constant source of psyche hunched over his evening teapot, as he scoured the internet for conditions and gossip and the occasional loud exclamation of "dick" whenever he discovered someone had done a route he hadn't. It was particularly amusing seeing Sarah realise that we had a disciplined, single-minded athlete in our midst, with his carefully considered diet and training and endless climbing banter. Before then she thought I was a motivated climber, but with him around I pale into a lackadaisical shambles. She, understandably, failed to comprehend how anyone could be so singularly driven.
Anyway, the winter came and went and Murdo moved on and as the summer has ticked by I've not seen that much of him. With Sarah away on a three week work trip to Malawi we penciled in a weekend to get out. Having kept an eye on his exploits on his Flickr page it's clear that he's in what Test Match Special's Henry Blofeld would call "absolute mid-season form", and as our weekend approached a nagging fear started to grow. What was he wanting to do? And how the hell was I going to follow him up it? I really didn't want to have to make him compromise on his objectives just because I'm a weekend punter. So, I prepared to swallow my pride. And dusted off the jumars, just in case.
Luckily for me, a chilly northerly and the threat of passing showers meant that plans for scary mountain E7s were binned and instead we both got to climb great routes at our own, somewhat lopsided, standards. I won't bore you with the gory details but to summarise: in two days we climbed 8 routes and clocked up 32 E points, of which I lead 5 routes and added 11. So, Mr Jamieson added the remaining 21 E points in just 3 routes. Fortunately, I didn't have to second any of them, as we'd probably still be there.
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]Super Crag:
Murdo onsighting the run-out Heart of Beyond, his first E7 onsight.
(Photo: Murdo Jamieson)[/td][/tr][/table]
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]Lochan Dubh Crag:
Me in a re-match with Call of the Wild. I took a memorable ride off the top of this last year, but this time round the laps at the Tom Riach boulder seemed to pay off.
(Photo: Murdo Jamieson)[/td][/tr][/table][tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]Lochan Dubh Crag:
You can just about make out Murdo abseil-inspecting Welcome to the Terrordome. After two abseils, during which he sussed the gear and some of the moves he did it on his first try. E8 6c in the guide, but all Murdo said was that the route him and Iain Small did on Carnmore was harder. All I can add is that it looked about E3 the way he climbed it... [/td][/tr][/table]
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The Perfect Day?
14 July 2014, 8:10 pm
How do you know when it's the right time? Is there ever really a right time? I guess if it ever was, it was now.
Deep breaths. I try to pack some more chalk into the gouge in my fingertip, to hide it. It's not there. Helmet on. Eyes closed, I go through the sequence once more in my head. When I open them I turn to take in the view, the deep green sea and the bay. And then I feel it: rain. Surely not now.
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Rewind a year and a half. On a routine internet scouring session I stumbled across this photo on Neil Morrison's Flickr page:
The caption read: "a fine challenge for someone who likes blank slabs". My ears pricked.
I emailed Neil to find out more and one rainy Friday a few weeks later I headed out to the beautiful coastal village of Diabaig nestling in it's sheltered bay, donned my boots and struck out. Up on the hill above the peninsula's isthmus, beyond the honeypot Pillar and Main Wall, lie two amazingly contrasting and aptly named crags. Ugly Crag; steep, bulging, brutish. Pretty Crag: slabby, smooth, short. Pretty Crag has a couple of VSs and an E1 on it, but an obvious gap in the middle where a hanging crack is guarded by a smooth wall of blank, pristine gneiss.
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td](Photo: Sarah Jones)[/td][/tr][/table]My love of slab climbing began with some of my first ever climbing experiences in the esoteric limestone quarries of Somerset. Open, delicate movement, snaking the centre of gravity between minimal points of contact, and as a grade-chasing beginner I enjoyed the inverse relationship between protection and grade. I guess in the Peak District and elsewhere these kinds of short bold slabs are ten a penny, but up here in the Highlands, and more specifically the North West Highlands, they're few and far between. Had I just struck upon the line I'd always dreamed of?
Initially I assumed it would be a top-rope rehearsal job, but then when I was there and looking at it I could see a thin crack that might muster a runner to protect the blank section before the safe top crack. I changed my mind, and decided I should try to onsight it. Time passed and 2013 came and went and the slab stayed in the back of my mind, but circumstances meant I never had a chance to return. Finding a partner that would want to go out to this esoteric backwater was a bit of a struggle as there's not masses of other stuff that would keep them entertained. Also, a selfish part of me didn't want to go there with someone who would clearly waltz up it after I failed, stealing 'my' route. Childish, I know. So, after weeks of favours, chores and bribery I managed to persuade my fiancée Sarah to come out and belay.
Now, Sarah has a complex relationship with climbing. Actually, no, it's very simple. She doesn't like it. When we first started seeing each other, in the dark and distant past, she put on a good show of pretending that she did, and I dragged her up quite a few classic Scottish routes: Eagle Ridge, Agag's Groove, Ardverikie Wall, Cioch Nose and numerous horrid cold wintery things (which she enjoyed more than me). But she doesn't need to pretend any more, she's got me. Hence having to resort to bribery and corruption to get a belay nowadays.
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]Psyched to be here![/td][/tr][/table]
Finally back at the crag at the end of May, it looked steeper and blanker than I remembered, but I'll just nip up the E1 to warm up then get down to business. Or that's what I thought. When I promptly fell off the top of the E1 I suddenly realised that I might be biting off more than I could chew. It would be easy if it was a couple of degrees more slabby, but it's actually too steep to just smear feet and rely on friction, it's proper face climbing. So I realised three things: 1. I'm very bad at crack climbing, 2. the E1 is more like hard E2, but more importantly, 3. the potential new line would be significantly harder than anticipated.
An ethical dilemma arose: onsighting/groundup is good. Top-roping is bad. But then, as far as I was concerned, it would be a first ascent of a necky, tenuous route of the style and in the very place I really love. Regardless of how, doing it would be a special experience. Perhaps if it was elsewhere, where there are more and better climbers doing this sort of thing I would step aside and let someone else do it, but since it's in the remote North West that might mean it never actually gets done. And perhaps if there was an obvious good gear placement round the crux I'd be happy to go for it and take the inevitable falls, but there's not and I think you'd be into ankle hurting territory. In the end I thought sod-it. Headpoint project. Wahoo!
That day I just abbed it as Sarah was getting bored, but I went back on my own with the shunt the next week and established just how thin the bottom 6 metres are. The protection here is hard to see but OK: two No.3 Black Diamond Micro-Stoppers in a shallow crack, and although they've responded well to tugging from the ground I'm not sure if they'd take kindly to a fall from the last hard moves into the bottom of the hanging crack.
More time passed and I did some proper climbing: Neist, Elgol, Super Crag, Lochan Dubh, but the route still nagged away as an enticing challenge. I had to get back. But who with? Everyone was busy. Sarah? That would take some serious bribery. But then I remembered the lovely new restaurant Gille Brighde that's opened in Diabaig. Perhaps if I offered to pay for dinner she'd acquiesce to another belay? Hooray! She agreed! Surely this would be the last possible time I'd get her out there, so this had to be it.
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]The top of Pretty Crag and the end of Ugly Crag in the shade.[/td][/tr][/table]
On Friday I went back and played again on my own and was shocked by how hard it still felt. But slowly I pieced it together, and although I didn't link it in one go I felt that I had the best sequence and knew the gear well enough. Sunday had to be the day.
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We huddle in the open as the rain shower passes over but there's blue sky beyond and a breeze and other than interrupting the bubble of self-belief I'm trying to inflate around myself, we're unscathed.
I'm nervous. But excited and energised. And nervous. On my first go I get off lightly, getting through most of the crux and getting the wire clipped in the bottom of the main crack before a foot scuffs and I'm off. 3 seconds earlier and it would have been very different. A silly mistake, all down to nerves.
Strip the gear and go again. The first committing step through to the smear, the razor crimp, the four foot moves, the finger tip in the crack, the second razor crimp, fumble the wire, clip, balance, good finger-lock, smear, better finger-lock, wire, and then the glory of the crack and it's cams of joy and I'm on top.
And then, of course, it's over, and the impenetrable wall you've built and couldn't see past is gone.
On the walk back to the village and dinner we disturb an otter down by the shore, a compliment to the black-throated diver we watched in the loch on the drive down that morning. Back at the car, I look back across the turquoise bay and see Pretty Crag glowing white in the evening sun.
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Pretty Crag, Diabaig Peninsula
We, the Drowned 10m. E5 6b**
Gaz Marshall, Sarah Jones. Headpointed 14th July 2014
The blank slab into the obvious central hanging crack. Gain the port-hole feature and place small wires in the incipient thin crack just above, then step right and tiptoe upwards to reach the safety of the main crack.
Of course, the grade is a guess. It felt technically harder than Firestone, but it's only 10m high and the top 3m are very safe and relatively much easier. I think you could hurt yourself if you fluffed the last few hard moves and I think the style of climbing would make it a very hard onsight. But I'd love to be proved wrong!
Oh, and the pretentious name is after the brilliant book by Carsten Jensen.
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Unawares
6 September 2014, 11:23 pm
Way back when, on a showery day in March 2010, I clipped the chains of The Warm Up at Am Fasgadh. I'd been trying it over a few visits to the crag that winter - the first winter that I made a point of dropping out of winter climbing and knuckling down to all-year rock climbing. It meant quite a lot to me as it was my first 7b and I saw it as a personal justification of my decision to quit the winter game.
Later that day I had a quick play on Curving Crack, a 7b+ which is the first section of the 7c Primo, scooching off right to an intermediate lower-off. It felt absolutely untouchable. I think I made a comment on this blog at the time, saying that it was the first time I'd been on a route and not been able to do all the moves in isolation. But something about the route attracted me and I decided to work at it as a project. Like many of Am Fasgadh's routes it's short and powerful, intricate and technical and there's not really anywhere to rest. Almost all the hard moves are on sidepulls and layaways so it's all about footwork and body position.
Since then I've put quite a few sessions into trying Curving Crack. I was briefly distracted in the 2012/13 season when I tried and eventually did The Shield, but in total I must have spent at least 12 sessions over the four winter seasons trying it - far and away the most time I've spent on one route. It took me a while to pin down a sequence for the crux, and then the problem was having the fitness to execute the moves. I could do it in overlapping halves, getting to the quartz jug and clipping and going for the next move, then falling off, resting and going to the end. It's been like that for the last few years.
Today me, Murdo, Ian and Tess sneaked up to the crag while it was still in it's summer hibernation, tucked beneath it's blanket of bracken. Showers washed over the West coast all day so this was the only dry rock for a long drive in any direction. We're right on the cusp between Summer and Autumn now, still with some heat in the sun but the air is cooling and the hill slopes and leaves have a tinge of gold. We were all hoping that a stealth attack so early in the year would find the crag still slumbering, and with it's guard down it would allow for some rare successes.
Over the last few months I've been trying to concentrate on endurance and fitness as I'm off on a trip to Australia in October. Usually at this time of year I'd be starting to think about the approaching winter bouldering season and trying to get strong, but instead I've been keeping up the circuits and foot-on fingerboard routines from the summer. I've noticed some good results over the last month or so, doing the long stamina routes of Giza Break (7b/7b+) at the Camel and The Clansman (7a+) at Moy pretty quickly, and getting pretty close to doing The Link (7c?) at the Tom Riach Boulder. In addition to this a fairly regular dose of fingerboarding will hopefully have added some steel.
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]To illustrate, here's a photo of the door that I have the key for to Rich's board in his garage. Clearly no 45 degree power bouldering for me this summer.[/td][/tr][/table]I'm not sure what it was, either my training or catching the crag unawares, or a combination of both, but something worked because earlier today, and I still can't work out how, I managed to climb from the ground to the lower-off without falling off. You absolute beauty!
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Uncle Tom
23 September 2014, 4:29 pm
It's funny how knowledge cascades and fashions form. Tom Riach, the conglomerate erratic boulder up near Culloden has been the flavour of the season for Inverness locals this summer. I blame Nick Carter, who worked out that he could fit in a good session in the three hour gap he has between dropping and collecting Lily from nursery, so he started going down and getting keen, and then he told someone, and they told someone, and they told someone, and so on. I've not long started a new job so at long last have free evenings in which to train, rather than fester in strange B&Bs.
As a bouldering boulder it's not really very good, with no real lines and nothing above 6B+, but as a local's training venue to try and get some fitness it's pretty handy. The traverses of the South West and North West faces are both good problems and contrast nicely in style, with SW being a bit steeper on bigger holds and NW being very thin and fingery. Being on conglomerate it's pretty friendly on the fingers too, unlike Ruthven which has also become popular among sideways shufflers in recent times.
[tr][td][/td][/tr][tr][td]Another sweaty after-work lap. Photo: Alpha Mountaineering[/td][/tr][/table]Over the last two summers as we've been getting more familiar with the boulder a number of Tom Riach challenges have emerged, so here's a rundown of the current classics. Grades are complete guesses, but are based on an assumed consensus of the Stone Country and UKC grade of SW Face being Font 6C+. I've done it so many times it feels about 6A, so have no idea:
* SW Face traverse R-L from a sit start, finishing up arete, aka 'There' - Font 6C+
* SW Face traverse L-R from a sit start, finishing up arete, aka 'Back' - a bit easier, maybe Font 6C?
* There & Back (SW face R-L then L-R, sit start) - F7a route grade?
* There with Butcher Finish (SW face R-L, finishing up Butcher Lefthand, rather than easy arete) - Harder than original, so Font 7A?
* NW Face Original (R-L, stand start, finish up arete) - Font 7A (route grade F7b?)
* NW Face Deziree's backwards way (L-R) - Font 7A? I've not tried it.
* The Link (sit start SW face R-L into NW face R-L, finish up arete) - F7c route grade.
* The Knil (reverse of The Link) - F7b+? I don't think it's been done yet.
I was well impressed when Nick did The Link for the first time back in May, as I was still falling off NW Original. But as the sessions kept coming I started ticking through the list until The Link was the obvious challenge left. Murdo tried it when he was tired and reckoned it was hard, but then came back rested and did it quickly, mooting a route grade of about F7c. For me it's about 45 moves long with a couple of pretty poor rests and the crux right at the end moving past a cool 2-finger edge. Brilliant power endurance training.
Before I go to Australia for a month of climbing I told myself that I had to do Giza Break at The Camel and The Link at Tom Riach. I nailed the former on my second session in early August, but the latter held out over quite a few sessions in sub-optimal conditions until last night and the first breeze we've had here in weeks.
Hopefully now I'll be partly ready for the ego-bruising sandbag grades Australia will throw at me. Or not.
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