Originally I was planning on linking this obscure route with South by Southwest on Lower Cathedral Spire.  Well, with me and spires, there apparently is always rain involved, so the linkup degenerated into topping out in the rain, and hiking out.  Here’s the mini trip report for your pleasure.

Me on pitch 3, (the money pitch) on East Corner. 5.10a hands in a flaring corner

Man, the corner was great. Lots of fun. It was somewhat intermittently vegetated, but good jams abounded around the plants. Turns out there is a fixed nut right before you enter the flare (which I didn’t see until I was already above it), and there is a piton with a big ring hidden in some of the greenery. Good jams and some knee-bar action (learned on The Drainpipe in Indian Creek) made this steep pitch manageable without too much pump. Figuring out the moves to get through the roof was quite fun.

I brought my partner up, and she took the right-facing-corner up to the summit — just in time. As she topped out, the sky opened up and the rain came down in sheets. By the time I started climbing, everything was soaking wet and slimy. I kept expecting to find a 5.6 squeeze somewhere, but ended up doing wet slippery lichen covered face climbing ending with a mantel onto the summit ledge to top it out.

Whoo! Finally I made it to the top of a spire… in a downpour. What is it with me and spires and rain? Anyway, we didn’t take any summit shots, and high tailed it down the Regular Route raps.

Needless to say, given the rain, we didn’t attempt the linkup. We were back at the car by 3pm, chased by intermittent rain showers for the rest of the day.

Great day, but I still need to get another spire summit. Maybe next time.

Ciao,

-Tad

Day 1: Ground to Sickle

Day 2: Attempt #1

Things really start going downhill here — We didn’t get an early enough start, so we were just leaving El Cap Bridge around 6am — It had been light for about 45 minutes to an hour at this point.  Our goal for today was El Cap Tower, 10 pitches above our high point from the day before, and we hadn’t even hiked to the base and jugged to Sickle ledge yet.  That meant we wouldn’t be making new upward progress without wasting about three hours of daylight (hiking then jugging 4 pitches and racking to lead takes some time).  We decided that we would be best served by taking this as a rest day instead, so rest we did.  We replanned our haul strategy to lighten the load, deciding to leave one gallon of water on Sickle Ledge, and filling our camelbaks from the remaining seven gallons of water, leaving 5.5 gallons in the bag.  At three liters per person per day, that left us two days of water in the bags, plus the day of water we would each be carrying on our backs.  This lightened the bags by about 20 pounds.

In addition, we decided to move the bigger haulbag on top of the smaller one, and put more weight in the bigger.  It turns out that some combination of this made the bags go from difficult for two to haul to easy for one to body haul, as we found out the next day.

I hit the sack around 8pm, because we were shooting for a super-alpine-start of 2am.

Day 2: Attempt #2

I slept in the C4 parking lot, even though I had a valid permit for the campsite — because I knew it would be noisy and it wasn’t dark yet.  I got a reasonably good sleep, and didn’t have any trouble waking up when my alarm went off.  We left El Cap bridge by about 3am and Matt started jugging by 3:20am.  I started leading P5 about 5:15am and was at the anchors on top of P6 by 5:36 AM.  Since we didn’t bring a tag line, Matt jugged the haul line after Derek lowered him out with the 2nd lead line.  We then lowered the haul line back down with the 2nd lead rope on the end of the haul line.  Derek retied the pig into the haul line and lowered it out with the 2nd lead line.  Matt started hauling by about 6:30am.  After lowering out the bag, Derek  jugged and and cleaned the two pitches I lead.  Total elapsed time was at least two hours.  I think we finished hauling by 7am, and Matt was leading the next pitch by 7:15.

Matt’s lead on P7 didn’t take hardly any time at all.  It started with a lowerout / pendulum off of a bolt just above the anchor, followed by some easy climbing up to just below the Dolt Hole.  All three of us were at that anchor by about 8:30am, but Derek didn’t start climbing until about 8:50am, due to some clusterage issues at the belay.

The next pitch took a while — Derek continued climbing past the regular belay (a bolt + piton anchor on the top of P8 the 1st pitch of the stovelegs), because the piton was missing.  This took a while to correct because he was out of gear to build a good anchor with, so he had to downclimb to the bolt.  All in all, this pitch took about 1.5 or two hours to lead, prior to even fixing the lead line or starting the haul.  In the meantime, a fast party of three came up behind us with their systems dialed.  They were a really efficient team, and it showed.  Initially we didn’t want them to pass, but as it was becoming clear that we were moving too slow to make our goal for the day (and thus for the climb), Matt and I decided to bail, so we let them pass.

Phew, they were flying up the route.  They skipped the Dolt Hole belay, linking P7 and P8 as one long lead.  Aspiring Nose climbers take note — you too can skip the Dolt Hole belay with 60M ropes and save boatloads of time.  You just need a lowerout line.  Their leader caught up with Derek within a few minutes of him establishing the belay after the downclimb.  They blasted past us.  (As an aside, as reported in Tom Evans El Cap Report, they spent one night on the wall!  Climbing from El Cap Tower to the top the following day, topping out well before dark!  That’s the kind of speed I aspire to!)

At this point we started the bail.  I moved over to the intermediate anchor at the base of the Stovelegs and brought the bags over and set them up to ride during the rappel.  Derek single line rapped down to me, cleaning as he went, and the third in the party of three above us dropped his rope once he was anchored in.  Matt came over on the tail of Derek’s lead rope, with an additional belay from me on the 2nd lead line.  He lowered himself out on Derek’s line, and untied from it.  Derek pulled the rope up out of the pendulum point as I lowered Matt to the next rappel anchor down then dropped his rope once he was anchored in.  The plan from this point was that Matt would single line rap one anchor ahead of us, and as we reached his anchor we would drop his rope.  This way there would only ever be two people at the hanging belays instead of three, and it would minimize the descent time.

The wind was picking up something fierce and nasty looking clouds were moving in over the top of El Cap.  The first rappel didn’t go so well.  When it came time to pull the ropes, they wouldn’t budge!  I ended up having to jug back up to the top anchor and clear the jam.  It turned out to be my mistake anyway — I left a backup draw because I didn’t 100% trust the anchor, and I apparently clipped it through both strands!  The knot couldn’t pass through it, and it clearly wasn’t needed while I rappelled with the pig so I cleaned it and rapped back down.  The ropes easily pulled this time.

The remaining raps went fairly uneventfully, with only one or two bad rope tangles because of the wind and a light sprinkling of rain for a few minutes.  We were down and hiking out by about 4pm.

Luckily we’re all still friends — even though I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around on the way down.  I was in a bad mood and was very snappy toward Derek as we came down.  Luckily Matt was always one rappel ahead of us otherwise he would have shared of my grumpiness, and all three of us would no doubt have fed on each other.

Cold beers at the bridge afterward, and the remaining week spent climbing together went a long way toward lightening my spirit and getting rid of any lingering bad feelings, even if we did get rained on a few times.

Many lessons learned.  Foremost amongst them is that we’re still too slow for a four day ascent.  We need to get the systems dialed and the pitches down to an hour or less (total elapsed time for climbing, hauling and launching the leader onto the next pitch).  This will take practice.  Climbing as a party of three was supposed to make things go faster, but it doesn’t seem to have worked for us.  We were still moving slower than a competent party of two.

That then, is the story of our failed attempt on The Nose.

Until next time!

Followup note:  Turns out we would have been rained on every day if we had continued up.  Some days worse than others, but no doubt that would have slowed us down too.  As it was, we got rained on every subsequent day while cragging, from Wednesday through Saturday.

Fought traffic out of the Bay Area last Friday afternoon (5/15) heading back to Yosemite.  Note to self: try not to leave at the same time all of those folks that have jobs are on the road!  Met up with Clemens and Josan in Los Banos, where we fueled up (me with caffeine and my truck with gas) before caravanning our way up to Yellow Pines in Yosemite.  Luckily traffic wasn’t too bad other than on US-101 exiting the Bay Area.

Arrival in Yellow Pines found us a new hassle… Mosquitoes!  There is a lot of standing water (and running water) in the volunteer campground, and the mosquitoes were pretty heavy.  I was pretty beat, due to a cold I have been nursing for a couple of days.  It was starting to hit me pretty hard on Friday, so I went to bed early.  Saturday, I was miserable.  It was HOT, and my cold was definitely at it’s worst.  To top it off, we were doing construction on the SAR cabins in camp 4, in the miserable heat (and with lots of mosquitoes!).  Needless to say, I had to work in bursts, separated by resting to regain some energy.  Some of the PGVIP crew went to move a bunch of picnic tables, and it turns out that the mosquitoes where they were working were epic-lly bad!

The project ran a bit late, so we didn’t start climbing until probably 4:30 or 5:00 PM.  Since there was a big group of newish climbers, we went to Swan Slab where I put up Lena’s Lieback (5.9) and Grant’s Crack (5.9).  From the Grant’s Crack anchor, I also TR’d the unnamed 5.10c to the right, via the direct start (Supertopo picture shows it splitting off from the 5.10a) .  With the heat, mosquitoes and my cold all trying to knock me out, and darkness approaching, that was it for me.  I wanted to climb the “Aid Route” (5.11b or 5.10a A0). but there was a party on it already.  The start looks interesting and difficult.

Sunday, Clemens and I got a non-alpine start on the Kor-Beck (5.9, 6 pitches).  The Supertopo said it gets morning sun and afternoon shade, so we thought it would be a good choice (which it was).  Again, the day was scorchingly hot, so the shade was being counted on.  Alas, we got there too early for shade on the first two pitches.  Talk about burning toes!

A Spanish party was on our heels for the first couple of pitches, until they finally got the hint (it took several attempts) that we would all enjoy the climb better if their leader wasn’t following five feet behind our second.  We had to tell them to stop sharing the belay stations several times.  Eventually they rappelled (as did the party on their heels).

The climb was great!  I would rate it on par with Central Pillar of Frenzy (5.9) which is a bit further right on the same cliff.  This climb felt way more sustained than Central Pillar.  It starts with some broken face, followed by some interesting moves through a broken roofy section followed by an easy chimney.  Clemens led this pitch, then decided enough was enough and handed the sharp end to me.  The rest of the climb was really fun.  It was pretty cruiser most of the way, with a few difficult spots, until the last two pitches.  I ended up linking them — initially unintentionally.  The final pitch felt very sustained, and was pretty difficult or maybe it was just the fact that I didn’t have enough of the right sized gear, so I had to run it out a bit.  Rappelling was uneventful, and we were back on the ground by 5pm.

Since Danielle was flying home to visit her family on Wednesday morning, I decided to head on home and spend a couple of days with her and catch up on work around the house, before blasting for El Cap…

Which … is another story… Stay tuned!