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Jack had gone up to the Meadows on Thursday evening, for a bit of pre-
30th birthday soloing and soul searching, and snagged us a
couple of prime camp sites at the Meadows campground on the day it
opened. He warned us to bring lots of DEET (actually I thought he
said lots of booze, which would have been an unnecessary
request for our lot, but it was a bad phone connection), which proved
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Brian and I left Berkeley late Friday evening, and only made it as
far as Hardin Flats before collapsing. Never the less, we were the
first of the gang to show up at Phobos-Deimos cliff, where we had
agreed to meet, as Jack wanted to test his mettle against a Goldfinger.
We warmed up on the first two pitches of Phobos, and were half way
up the second pitch before Jack and Christine showed up. We walked
over to the top of
Blues Riff (5.11d),
and Brian took a TR lap on it before
we rapped down and let Jack have his way with it - he did it in one
long pitch, placing about 5 pieces of gear. We let Christine follow
it, then I led it, had Brian follow it again, and then I TRed it one
last time. |
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Christine and Charles on Blues Riff |
We were plenty hungry by then, so we paused for lunch, after fending
off a hungry marmot, then joined Jack on
Compared to What (5.11a).
After seeing the offwidth nature of it, I declined to lead it and happily
TRed it with the line Jack had set up. This proved to be par for the course
for the rest of the weekend. An interesting climb, though covered in
bird guanno, with a lot of fisting and liebacking (oooh, that sounds
dirty). Ed and Viv joined us at that point - they had also done
Phobos, and had rapped down the Mocha Java Stout line.
We then moved over to
Goldfinger (5.12a),
which was the main course for the afternoon. Rod and Vanda finally
joined us, as they had had a slow start that morning due to excessive
partying the night before (for Vanda's birthday), and to pick up my
stove, which I had thoughtfully forgotten to bring. There had been a
pair of climbers on Goldfinger all day long, yo-yoing their way up it.
and when they were finally
done, Jack girded his loins and launched, watched by a large peanut
gallery. True to his communique on Thursday, he caught plenty of air
time. It was only when I followed him up it to clean that I realized
just how hard and nasty the climb was. Painful jams, awkward finger
locks, liebacking edges, and wandering cracks. Good job Jack! I'm
sure you'll get it on your next Birthday! |
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Jack on Goldfinger |
It had gotten fairly cold and late by then, and most of the posse had
abandoned us after Jack had finished, so Jack, Brian and I gathered
the remaining gear, and returned to the campsite where the party was
already in full swing. A large crew was there, including Deb, Jeff,
Jeremy, Zinzey, Tim, and a few other people I didn't know. Erika had
baked a flourless chocolate torte with some interesting decorations,
and it had survived the trip in my cooler. There were many oohs and
ahhhs when it was presented and put alongside the other two cakes. I
also had some fun with some bacon fat and a camp fire, finally
managing to produce some 12 ft tall flames that threatened the
surrounding trees. |
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Cakes and fire |
Not surprisingly, Sunday morning began rather slowly. A long
breakfast, puctuated by girl who asked us to join her "non-denominational
Christian Sunday morning service", which seemed slightly oxymoronic
to us, but was none the less the cause of much mirth. When we
did finally get going, Brian, Jack, Ed, Vivian and I headed to Murphy
Creek. When we got there, the crag was still in full sunlight,
so we procrastinated a bit more. Jack "warmed up" on
Penguin Cafe (5.11a),
while I attempted the 10b variation of
Mandric (5.10b/5.11b),
but backed off when I realized that I had to
traverse on a small sloping ledge with no pro, which could lead to
a nasty ground fall. The rest of the day was spent with Jack putting
up hard 11s for us, while we enjoyed top roping them. Late in the
afternoon we were joined by Jeff and Deb, and also by lots of
mosquitoes. The rock there is very coarse, and I trashed my hands
(and ankle) pretty badly while attempting some insecure jams on
Auto Bond (5.11b).
Ouch. Next time, I may resort to tape gloves. Kudos to Brian for lugging
a 6 pack all the way out there. It sure made for a good end to the
day! |
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Jack on Penguin Cafe, and Mandric |
Ed: Here is Buttercup's TR
If you have a sweet tooth, then it follows that you should look for a
pastry chef as a housemate. If that housemate happens to be a climber
as well, then you're in for a real treat. Earlier last week I noticed
that Erika had downloaded pictures of Half Dome and El Cap onto her
computer. I initially wondered what a sport climber - maybe that's
too strong a term, rather, non-trad climber - would be doing with
these images. However, recalling that a couple of weeks earlier, we
had walked along the base of El Cap after climbing the Moratorium (for
her 4th Valley route ever, which she flashed), I congratulated myself
for inspiring her interest in the Valley. It also added up in my mind
since her 1st Valley climb was the Regular Route on Half Dome.
(Footnote: Since you ask, her 2nd and 3rd routes were Serenity and
Sons.) Come the end of the week, she was off to New York and I to the
Meadow. Rumor had it that there was going to be a party on Saturday
night, but I'm usually out of the loop on these things.
Partnerless for Friday, I struck up a conversation with the cute girl
behind the camping reservations counter. Using my best pick-up line,
I asked "So, do you climb?" "Yup." "What days do you have off?"
"The days when you're not here." "Fine, I'll just go soloing and if I
get hurt, I hope you feel good about yourself." Off I went and
despite breaking a knob on Daff Dome and using both hands to try and
booty a fixed cam on Cathedral Peak, I was unable to conjure up the
guilt that I had hoped for.
On Saturday, I entered a Big Air contest up at the Phobos/Deimos
cliff, with me as the only participant. After a quick lap on Blues
Riff, followed by a 4-hour wait for a couple of guys yo-yoing
Goldfinger after every fall, and they fell a lot, I decided that I was
warmed up. My first fall came as I made the rookie mistake of trying
to place a blue Alien through the thin crux while pulling rope and
missing the clip. The next fall came after I had made the traverse to
the second crack and decided to punch it for what appeared to be a
good hand jam, only to come up slightly short. Let's just say that
this one gave me some time to ask myself why I wasn't on that
coffee-themed rap-bolted route to the left of Phobos. Luckily, I
still had time during the fall to examine my scars from the cheese
grating falls on "Mocha blah..." last year when a couple of holds
broke. The peanut gallery trickled away after that as they had seen
what they came for. When we got back to camp that night, the party
was already on; it almost makes you wonder if people just use your
birthday as an excuse to engage in silliness and debaucheries.
I must admit that I wasn't completely surprised when I saw a cake box
approaching. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that inside was a
chocolate torte that Erika had made. This would explain the severe
grilling I got last Wednesday as to the exact time that I would be
coming home. Now when it comes to desserts for a pastry chef, a torte
is standard fare, the real question was what might Erika do to top it
off. Remember those pictures that I had found on her computer?
Deb licked the Nose, literally, from bottom to top in 3 seconds,
including Pine Line, but you can be sure that Hans will be making a
new attempt upon hearing about this. The purists commented that the
linkup was too easy with Half Dome so close, but I pointed out that
the Merced was now much wider and flooding well over its banks.
Hence, it may be quicker to rap the West Face for the descent. There
was also some mumbling about the lack of a well-defined North American
continent on the southeast face. Note that this wasn't an oversight
but rather a problem with keeping the dark glazing separate from the
orange glazing; sheesh, pastry gumbies. It was only a matter of time
before the savages, as is so indicative of their human nature, decided
to try and devour El Cap as everyone claimed their route, leaving me
the East Ledges. Upon sinking the knife into the Big Stone, a white
crystallized substance appeared but the hungry beasts immediately
concluded that it was granulated sugar. It was only when Charles
tried to eat a slice with the Wall of Early Morning Light on one side
and the Salathe Wall on the other, not realizing the conflict of
interest, that he proclaimed the innards of the Captain were in fact,
nothing more than foam core. This would explain the huge block of foam
that I found in the kitchen last week with a couple of corners
missing. The chocolate torte was as good as I'd ever had. The wine
continued to flow all night and there was no shortage of desserts as
there were two other cakes on the table. It crossed my mind that
perhaps when you have friends as good as these, that maybe life wasn't
about contriving and sending projects. Alas, that thought quickly
disappeared as I took another swig and thought about what to do on
Sunday.
jack
P.S. 30 is the new 20.
P.P.S. If you believe that, then you must also think that Spinster
Rove will be going to the electric chair for committing treason at a
time of war.
P.P.P.S. For the official government report, TMYNP050711-JH30N20,
with full details of traffic on 205 and the parking situation at the
Winking Lantern:
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