General Housework

Hey folks, just been doing some housework around here; I've updated the FAQ and Useful Links pages, so go and have a look over there, you might find something interesting.

In updates, it looks like I'm headed back to Froggatt in August, this time with a bigger group of 4/5 of us so I'll be talking about the prep for that soon (now that I know more about what I'm doing when I head to the hills!). I have also discovered a good friend of mine from School now climbs in Wales so hopefully I'll get to pop over there in the near future...

Anyway, nothing major to report, see you all soon!

Adventures across a big sea

As many of you may know, I recently took a trip to the USA; the exact reason for the trip I am unable to talk about due to matters of 'national security' (how cool is that I can actually say that legitimately) however during my time off there I got around a few places, many of which were actually a lot of fun and totally relevant to this blog!


Devil's Tower

Now, Devil's Tower in South Dakota is a rare sight to behold. A solid spire of granite rising 1,250ft into the air. I really would try and convey just how tall and awe-inspiring this thing is, but in truth you'd have to see it to believe it. Legends say it was created when some children were saved from a massive demon-bear but whatever did create it certainly left its mark on the landscape.

It's certainly striking...

Up close it's an absolutely crazy prospect; we saw climbers
up it when we arrived but midday heat was too much

Unfortunately, despite incredibly inviting routes and some awesome weather, I had not the gear nor the partner in order to make a decent ascent; not that I think I'd like to at this stage. It's a thousand feet of gruelling multi-pitch climbing without a huge amount of space for protection and even less areas to rest. A climb to the top would certainly be intense!

The Southern side was a bit more forgiving, but not
much further up here the handholds dissappear

There is, however, a nature trail surrounding the tower which is still rather rocky, hilly and appropriately raised above the surrounding landscape to provide some amazing vistas.

Custer State Park

The main nature reserve in South Dakota, Custer State Park is a beautiful bit of the world. Not a huge amount of climbing that goes on there, but me and Bailey made a decent enough fist of it with what we had and tried a bit of scrambling over lakeside boulder formations. The thing that stuck with me the most in the state park was actually the surrounding mountainsides; whilst not being quite as impressive as the snow-capped French Alps or the Appalachians, they had a stark beauty and a unique draw all of their own - no crampons and ice axes for ascents of these; it would be down to shredded palms and skills in the legs.

Bailey makes an excellent job of scrambling up lakeside rock

Unfortunately not very much else on the trip was hugely exciting from an outdoorsy point of view...I ate a lot of food, put on some weight, had some fun and became a redneck for a few days. All in all a good trip though!

I do really apologise for the lack of Climbing-related stuff on the blog so far, but I promise this will change!

Until next time readers (soon)!

Woah, that was a long wait...Sorry!

Well crikey, it's been quite some time since I've posted on here. In my defence I've been away in the US for a month, and not all that much has happened, but I should have put up something by now...

Honestly I think I just forgot. Whups.

Well, I'm currently writing a post about my various adventures in the US (all blog-related, honest) and that should be up in a few days, and I've got some stuff in the pipeline in regards to kit - I keep getting emails from people asking me what I use, so I really should get around to doing something about that.

Also, Charlie and I are heading back to Froggatt in August, this time with a bigger group so that should be interesting - by the sounds of it I'll be considered 'experienced'. Ha! Well...at least there's that to look forward to for you all...

In the meantime here's a fetching photo of me sweating buckets in 30degree heat hiking on the North Downs back in the UK:

Gorgeous

Froggart - Fun in high places!

I've finally become a proper climber. Having climbed a fair amount indoors since I started this lark back in January, I can now lay claim to having climbed a real rock face. And by god strike me down if it isn't shit-tons more fun.

The oppourtunity was through work and involved me and Charlie meeting some of the senior buying team and giving them an insight into exactly what we can do. There's been talk of getting more staff from the shop floor involved in testing new kit, which is fun and would be good for business, I suppose. To be honest this side of the weekend was of minimal importance to me, and they were gone by lunchtime on Saturday - I was there to climb things, and anything that took time away from that was very low on the ol' priority list.

The weekend started badly with me having my phone stolen in Baker Street station, which in turn caused me to be rather late to meeting Charlie as I'd forgotten exactly where he lived and was forced to wander around Royal Oak for about 45 minutes desperately trying to find something I recognised. Soon after I found him and gave my heartfelt apologies we were on the road towards Sheffield, the soft tones of Radio 4 driving us on our way. Despite leaving late we were in the village of Froggart by about 10am and after parking up the car and donning our kit, we headed for the rock.

The walk in itself was simple but somewhat dull - half an hour took us to the edge of Sunset Slab and the really meaty walls in Froggarts Edge. We'd decided to start the day off with some simple top-roping before cracking on with lead/follow climbing. We had already discussed what I'd be doing this weekend and had both decided that it was probably a little early to get me leading on my first time on the rock - placing protection

Our first top-rope, built and awaiting conquering heroes.
Or me and Charlie. Either.

The first thing we did was, as I mentioned, to set up a top rope. Froggart's Edge isn't a sport-climbing area and therefore there is no protection built into the walls - everything has to be done using nuts, hexes, cams and ropes - and that includes setting up a top-rope. I won't bore you with an in-depth description of the process (partly because I know this blog is going to ramble on quite a bit...) but it involves placing two or more items of protection, equalising the load of a rope between them, tying a bight and throwing the actual climbing rope (attached to the top-rope) off the top with surprising violence and much yelling.


My first climb on the rock was...interesting. It takes a lot of trust to put your faith in climbing shoes on rock that isn't totally 100% dry and warm - my background is partly motor racing, where the best grip is achieved when rubber is hot and sticky. This definately was not what was going on in Forggart in May. Despite this, the gritstone in the Peak District is extremely grippy, even when damp, and I made it up and down no dramas. Charlie did likewise and as the sun began to sneak through the clouds, we decided it was time to start with the lead climbing. But first we had to take apart our top-rope and - crucially - me to try my first ever solo abseil.

Now abseiling is a key technique, especially for mountaineers - the quickest way down a mountain is to set up a series of abseils and shoot down 30 meters at a time. Descending this way means a mountain that might have taken 2 days to climb can be descended in maybe 6 hours. But I'd never done it before - at least not properly. I'd done guided abseils, but now I had to learn how to do it the ropes-and-harness way - with nothing but a belay plat and prussik loop keeping me alive. It turned out absolutely fine, and indeed is now my favourite method to get down things. Charlie took a video of my first attempt, and I'll try to get it up here as soon as I can!

Charlie leading a route on the first day. Lacking a guide book
we christened it 'Charlie's Crack'. Many guffaws ensued.

To be very honest, with the rest of the weekend we climbed so many walls so many different ways that it's a struggle to pick them apart. We did maybe 10-15 routes over the weekend, in weather from the beautiful and sunny to the downright depressing. Some, like Terra's Edge were physically and technically challenging whereas some started easy and ended up as glorified walks. To sum up, the way we went about things this weekend was that charlie would lead the climb, placing protection and guiding the route and generally doing the majority of the hard work in a climb. He would then build a belay at the top and I would follow up on a top-rope, removing protection and following him up, what's known as 'clearing up the route'. The only time I led was on the last climb of the weekend, using a top-rope as a safety line so that Charlie could guide me and check my gear placement without any danger to myself. Thankfully all my gear placement was right on - next time out he won't have to be such a lead-hog, and I can get some practice with my own gear - I need to justify the money I'm spending on it all!

Our night was spent in a conveniently placed, yet somewhat exposed cave. I'll confess I didn't get the greatest night's sleep ever, with a frozen face and the nagging fear of being caught and told to trek back to the car but well enjoyable. Especially the bacon butties in the morning. A proper little outdoor excursion.

What became obvious as the weekend went on was how my confidence and ability shot up - no longer was I beaten as soon as I failed a move - I've found in me a strength of determination to always beat the route. I've found my competitive spirit in climbing, and to be extremely cheesy, the only way from here is up.

Also, enjoy some more pictures, courtesy of Charlie's pretty DSLR. Sorry the formatting is a little off, Blogger is rather restrictive. But the photos are pretty!

On the top rope, practicing with nuts,
cams and slings.

Our cave for the night - not especially sheltered from wind,
but absolutely bone dry. Kit ended up everywhere though,
somehow.

Me placing protection with the safety line of
the top-rope to keep me from doing myself a
 mischief.

Charlie getting his cook on in thecave that would later be my
bedroom. Spicy tomato pasta was the order of the day. It
 would win no awards.

See you all soon, I hope - and stay tuned. I'm hoping to run a little competition on here soon, so stay tuned and pay attention!

Froggart - Full post soon

Hey folks

Just a quickie to let you all know that I've just returned from my first ever outdoor climbing experience! An opportunity through work took me up to Froggart's Edge in Derbyshire.

Full blog will be up in the next couple of days, but I'll tell you this: The weather was varied, and rarely in a positive way, the climbing was incredibly fun and interesting and sometimes challenging and a lot was learned - both to do with climbing and not!

Anyway, as soon as I have it written up and the photos I'll get a full account online.

Have a good day folks!

It's all gone Welsh! - Snowdonia Challenge

What's this? Mountains? On a blog about mountaineering!?

Believe it folks, because I have just returned from a well-needed trip to Snowdonia National Park in North Wales to climb some rather pretty mountains in support of a very deserving charity. I spent four days in Llanberis, North Wales going up and down those lovely rocky land-pimples - this post is long and wordy, but it's my first time on mountains in well over a year and a half, so be prepared for some gushing!

The week was intended as preperation for the University of Westminster International Development Society's annual fundraiser events. Last year they climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, this year it's the Great Wall of China and Machu Picchu, for which this was the warm up. Some of the guys I was climbing with were total outdoors virgins - others were veterans of the Kili expedition, so there was an interesting mix of experience. But for once it was nice to be the one with the knowledge!

After getting picked up from East Croydon, suffering a 6 hour minibus journey to Snowdonia, settling into our (opulent) house and having to struggle my way through a delicious Carbonara at The Heights pub (always worth a visit when you're in the area) it was time to hit the mountains.

Note: I apologise for the odd variety in photo quality, they are sourced from different people who were there!

Day One - Mel Creghern and Snowdon

Taking full advantage of a very brief break in the clouds

The first day of our trip was the meat of our excursion - getting Snowdon done and dusted before people got too tired or bored. Being the second-most experienced mountaineer (behind James, the ex-Army leader of the expedition) and the one with the best knees I was nominated as pathfinder and armed with my trusty OS map (of which our route, of course, was across sheets) and Silva compass, we set off from Llanbris at approximately 10.45am, heading accross the valley side to the YHA Snowdonia Ranger hostel. Progress was slow, mainly due to the fact that the majority of the group was inexperienced, but by midday we had made the junction with the ridgeway path over Moel Creghern where we made our first 'peak' of the day. In the lee of the wind we enjoyed lunch before donning windproofs and heading out for the second (and meatiest) part of our day.

The plan was to descend from Moel Creghern and meet up with the Snowdon Ranger Path, take that up and then return on the Llanberis path. However, after getting into the meat of the Ranger path going slowed to an almost crawl, with some of the weaker members of the group struggling over the slightly more technical route that now involved short scrambles and lots of demoralising switchbacks - progress was limited to a few hundred feet at a time before having to stop to avoid the group straggling out too much. It was at this point that the decision was made that when we met with the Llanberis path some of the struggling members would be led down by James whilst I would take the rest on to take the summit - to say I was proud to be given the responsibility to get these guys to the summit would be an understatement, I was positively jumping!

Looking down over the ridge...only a 400m fall  

Even so, by 1500 we were at the top of the scramble section and onto Snowdon's secondary slope, a much easier walk and the struggling members were catching up. However, we now faced a new challenge: cloud.

It had always been hanging around the peak, but as we were behind schedule the cool early-evening air was drawing the cloud lower and had covered the last 400m of slope. I got the group together, briefed everyone on the importance of staying together, appointed two trusted back markers (Jason and Meg, both Killimanjaro veterans) and set on.

Eventually we reached the ridgeline that leads to Snowdon's summit and the pace at the front picked up - now there was pretty much no risk of anyone getting lost (seriously, you've got to actually try to get lost on that summit path) I struck out to try and make it to the top first. Also those who had said they may return down had decided to strike out for the summit - Dig Deep hoodies littered the Summit path. However, within a couple of hundred meters of the summit I heard an emergency whistle and a yell of 'Man Down'. As the de-facto leader of the expedition my heart stopped and I raced back down, only to find my back markers happily smiling. Turns out they had been yelling 'Mandem' to try and get my attention. Crisis averted - well, no crisis in the first place.

Soon we were at the summit, trying in vain to enjoy the views of nothingness and cloud, but the achievement was still something special. Wind blasted us (even leaving me with some vicious wind burn) and everything we had was covered in milldew from the cloud we were in, but we'd made it, and all of us were there together.

The route down wasn't such fun - the descent phase of a climb is always the hardest and the most energy-sapping, with a never-ending west-facing slope that eventually leads to flat valley roads, so you're never quite off your knees. Even so we were extremely pleased to find a small cafe just outside Llanberis village that provided hearty Welsh cider and confectionary to rejuvenate sapped strength, and even offered us a mascot for our charity. When James arrived half an hour after the lead group he greeted the proprietor as an old friend. The place is really something special - he supports many of the good causes that come around and even has rooms that he lets out, sometimes for free if you're running away from trouble. It's a proper refuge, if you're a climber or not.

Anyway, that was the end of our first day's climbing in Wales - the next promised to be much more fun. Just how much of a challenge was left to be seen...

Day Two - Y Garn and Elidir Fawr

Y Garn

The second day was set to be a much harder affair - having lost most of the people who just wanted to come to 'claim' Snowdon, we were left with a much smaller group, mainly made up of Killimajaro veterans and people keen to learn - and learn we all did! Despite being held up (again, there was a trend here) by Muaz, we all eventually made it to the debus point for the two-mile walk-in to the bottom of our first ascent, to the equally beautiful and tough Y Garn, part of the Glyderau range that dominates the northern end of Snowdonia national park.

Enjoying a light spot of G1 scrambling before lunch is extremely
good for you. View was nice too.

The initial ascent was extremely steep - some of the steepest non-technical walking I've done, and was slow and taxing on thighs that still smarted a little from Snowdon but the scramble after it was more than worth it. Almost 300m ascent of nice, flowing easy-grade scramble was a perfect way to kick off the day, and what was even better was off the 'beaten track' down the centre were more challenging holds and climbs - climbs which I lapped up. What was even nicer was that the little Californian Killi vet Jason had also climbed and scrambled before, so we were able to bounce some interesting ideas off one another. Pushing myself that little bit harder I really enjoyed the route and was almost sad when we reached the 'flat' section that marked the end of the scrambling. However, there were still two peaks to claim that day, so progress had to be made!

At the top of the scramble we stopped for lunch, at which point the cloud started to descend upon us and reduced visibility once more. Our ascent took us up to the edge of the Devil's Appendix, turning North West as we hit Llyn y Cwn. The weather cleared briefly for a moment and we got some fantastic team photos, as well as a couple of stops to fill water bottles with sweet-tasting mountain water. The weather had been especially cold in Snowdonia until very recently and there was still large amounts of snow left in places, including a fascinating cave-like structure that bridged the stream we were following up.

Anyway, after what seemed like hours of walking, several false peaks and ridges and two bars of Kendal Mint Cake (got to love that minty stuff) we made the top of Y Garn, and with a short scramble over some loose rock I maintained my 100% record for hitting the actual summit of every mountain I've ever attempted.

After this came the walk towards the horseshoe and the northern edge of the Glyderau range, where the group faced a moment of crisis - to carry on, into worsening weather and visibility towards Elidir Fawr or to turn back and head home. As the only truly keen mountaineer in the group I wanted to continue, but it was only until Barbora (who I row and study with) came forward to partner me that I was able to strike on.

Elidir Fawr
Having split with the main group on the Eastern ridge me and Barbora headed out towards Elidir Fawr, the second-highest of the four peaks we would climb on this trip. As we got closer the weather closed in further and the cloud got thicker and thicker and visibility dropped to around 10 meters, so communication got difficult and progress slowed as we lost the paths ahead and navigation landmarks. It became a matter of just plugging on with a little bit of faith and a little bit of hope that we could actually make the mountain top.

Barbora disappearing into the mist on Glyderau
ridge

Much of the route was simple-grade scrambles but the weather conditions and lack of visibility made them far more challenging than they would have been on a better day. As such, there isn't a huge amount I can tell you - visibility was so bad that I kept second-guessing my own navigation, despite it eventually putting us spot on the summit almost leading me at two points to give up and turn back - I didn't even know if I was on the correct ridge line without any reference points. I kept trying to get the GPS on my phone to kick in but signal was low, so it was a matter of just keeping on heading upwards, trying to avoid falling over the ridge edge and slipping down into the Horseshoe.

Eventually though, after a not insignificant amount of trial-and-error, we found ourselves on the top of Elidir Fawr, facing sheeting wind and driving rain but having successfully made the fourth peak of our trip.

Me and Barbora, relatively damp atop Elidir Fawr

Next came the down part - and this wasn't simple. The original plan had been to turn back on ourselves and descend the way we came up, but in mind of the weather conditions and the nature of the approach route we'd taken and the difficulty navigating in the cloud, we came to the decision to just follow the western path that should have led down into Nant Peris and home.
However, all was not that simple. Approximately halfway down the path simply disappeared at an unmarked fence line and we were forced to call upon basic navigation techniques to find a stream, follow it down the mountain (on an extremely steep descent that left me with a pair of extremely painful knees) to where we thought it would meet with a larger river that would eventually flow into the Lake. The logic was sound but what we eventually found ourselves faced with was a complex array of fences and dry-stone walls and extremely marshy terrain that soaked through waterproof boots and involved some not-quite-so legal acts of minor trespass, and also some falling.

Eventually though we made it to Nant Peris where me and Barbora, both sufficiently tired to almost not make it into the minibus were collected and bundled off to showers and hot food provided by my ever-helpful housemates.


All in all, this trip couldn't have come at a better time - it's shown me where my technique is weak, has allowed me to blow out some of the cobwebs and try out some of my new kit that hasn't been used in anger as yet - the one thing that this experience has confirmed for me is that it's worth spending money on kit, because save for when I fell into a bog I stayed warm and dry the entire time.

So thanks for reading, come back soon for more, and don't forget to Dig Deep for Dig Deep and support such a fantastic cause!

It's all gone quiet...

Hey gang, sorry things have been quite quiet on here but things have been quiet in life for me too.

This whole univeristy thing is starting to load up as I come to the end of my 2nd year - lots of coursework deadlines and exams coming up so a lot of time is spent buried in books or writing on some of the world's pressing political issues. It's not all that thrilling and definitely not what I'd like to be doing, but I'm paying for it so I might as well do it whilst I'm here.

I've also been trying to spend more quality time with the girlfriend, which I hate to say I have been lacking in of late, so I've been making attempts to catch up in regards to that.

Unfortunately it's all been rather quiet on the climbing front.

However! I do have news of upcoming events that will feature on this site! On the 22nd April I, along with about 20 others am off to North Wales to take part in a 5-peak challenge in Snowdonia as a fundraiser for the Dig Deep charity. They're off to Peru in the summer and the Snowdonia trip is also a training expedition for that to test kit and stamina etc. I'll do a full runup of it closer to the event, and I'll also be using the trip to test a few items of kit, so there may be one or two reviews that rise up as a result of it.

In any case; sorry it's been so quiet, but hopefully after exams everything mountain-related should pick back up a bit so there will finally be something exciting to put up here!