Winter is here

Winter is here
Ron Walker's stunning image of Tamsin, Heather & Rosie on Bellehaven, Fiacaill Buttress (to go to his blog, click on the image above)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

13th Feb: a good Scottish day!

Izzie getting it right, depsite the compass hiccups
oh yeah, loving the blizzard conditions, it really is this much fun!










The two days could not have been more contrasting - breathtakingly perfect the day before, and just breath taking today, which also happened to be perfect for what Izzie wanted: to practise her navigation in winter conditions. It was a proper souper and she even needed to do a search (angular spiral) in order to find the summit of Cairngorm! Not that we'll mention my needing to relocate myself to find the Ptarmigan restrauant, which incidently, had closed long before due to the conditions!

12th Feb: a very active day with Izzie

After seeing the aftermath of two very large areas in Sneachda, Northern Cairngorms Izzie and I tentaively ventured up to the Alladin's area. Izzie wanted to practise lots of movement skills and did an excellent job going up steep ground with an awful lot of concentration and care, and descended Fiacaill Ridge, which was particularly busy, and not surprisingly given that it was such a glorious day. On our descent we were lucky enough to spot Greg Boswell giving The Hurting a go. Unfortunately we weren't really wrapped for the occassion and eventually shuffled our way out the Coire. I only wished we watched him do the full ascent soon after.
The significantly large crown wall put in to perspective by this curious mountaineer. The blocks of slab at the bottom of the Coire were nearly the height of my axe.

27-2 February, Rjukan ketchup

Well, this is inexcusable late, but in the interest of sharing some images and updating the storie, here goes...

Day Two: Cocker doodle doodle

Sara and Lisa get used to seconding together on one rope; no easy task when also learning all the other stuff
Top of the first section, with plenty more to go. Sara's crampon was about to fall off for the first time. How entertaining. Luckily, they made a good duo at fixing the problem. At one point Sara's uncramponed boot was given footholds by the careful placement of Lisa's axe!
 Reaching the top of the last pitch.
This is the second dark descent I've ever had on a Rjukan route. Oh joy. Fortunately things worked out okay, although my good intentions to fetch the car for Lisa & Sara proved to be a bit unhelpful in the end - yup, there is an alternative descent route, and it ends up in a very fenced off, no go area! Apparently, climbing fences all kitted up is good for technique.





Today we headed for Fabrikfossen. Despite an earlish start we made a descent in the dark. Still, the ropes pulled fine on every abseil and to team relief we only had to use one abolakov. The route was in superb condition and unusually quiet - just one team of two (Finnish I think and over for a long weekend). This proved to be the pattern for the week - very few Brits at all, and not many climbers all togther. The routes that were there were in excellent condition.

Sara and Lisa did excellently, learning to manage two to a rope and climbing pitch after pitch of fairly calf burning angle, and then a long descent. Great ice though, with things really warming up after the previous chilly one.

Day Three:
There's nothing like feeling it: constructing and whittling down abolokovs allowed Lisa & Sara to see how amazingly strong they are when built in good ice. Ours ended up about the diametre of my little finger. Lisa and Sara proved rediculously good at building these - fast and adept. It boded well for Lisa's happiness and our future descents!










The next day we went to the lovely Ozzimosis which are situated on the way up to the ski area. Once again, the ice was fat, very very fat. It was a great venue for the day as we were sheltered from the considerable winds that day. They both got to practise placing icescrews on steep ice and building abolakovs, and a lovely bit of steep climbing to finish off the muscles for the day.

Day Four: Yabber dabber doodle

Sara on the chockstone that was unthreadable at the time - which meant some great dry tooling moves on the outside.





Today we did the classic & beautiful route of Rjukanfossen, which is one of my favorite here. It's varied and spectacularly located at the very head of the valley in a huge bowl. It's worth checking out the waterfall on Youtube! Each pitch has a quite different feel to it and the view only improves as you go. Excellent angle on Lipton too, although only the first two fangs were out at the time.

Day Five:

Today, Sara and Lisa put together all their skills and each led a pitch up the vast fall to the left of the hair pins up to Gaustablikk. Both led very steadily and competently. I've never seen this fall looking in such good condition - it usually has sizeable holes. Once again, we had it to ourselves.
  Lisa looking mega pro at the top of her pitch.
With a mere umpteen pitches to go we opted for reaffirming their escaping skills. In moments Sara (her image above too) had constructed the perfect V thread, and we were off (down, not 'off'!) and Lisa repeated the process.

Day Six: Ode to the Doodle

Sara's image: of Lisa disappearing up the first pitch. We chose the steepest and smoothest line all the way!
Sara's image: the very pretty upper reaches of the route
I couldn't resist a belay in the ice cave, although I think I might have been more excited by it than my companions were!
We decided to climb the stunning floodlit icfall above the centre of town. After the worst Rjukan walk in ever (my fault, ahem...I'd like to say I was missing Scottish walk ins, but that'd be a plain lie) we happily tottered up this 4 pitch WI4, tackling the steepest & smoothest line throughout.

Due to awesome abolakov construction, team ace & a desire to get home to Lisa's heavenly fish pie promises we got down rediculosuly swiftly. Four abs with three people in about an hour is not bad!

Day Seven: Doodledum & Doodledee

Sara nearing the top of the very steep pitch.















I was delighted to get a last shot at the ice which was in superb nick.














Before a rather whirlwind drying of kit, eating of more fish pie, packing and scuttling back to the airport, we had a last hack at the ice. Once again, in brilliant condition. There was more ice on Vermorkbrufoss Vest than I have ever seen, while her sister fall on the other side of the bridge was barely formed. Perhaps something to do with the reported water releases that have been recently reported by other climbers.

We weren't alone, and found a Nato team had rigged 3 bottom ropes across the fall, with all sorts of strangeness in the setups. Still, it didn't stop us climbing and there was certainly room for all of us. Sara did excellently given how consistent the steepness of this route is and that it was her first WI5. Always go to warm down huh!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Reaquainting The Doodles

As fat as I've seen Jomfrua (WI4) and the only place in Kroken where there was flowing water. To its right there were excellent variant starts to Frystikka (WI5).
 For once I was envious of someone else's axes - Sara's Matrix Techs are pure lovely - so, so light. My Quarks were a bit glum in response to that.
Lisa belaying Sara on her second water ice climb ever - Bullen (WI3).





















After coaxing our car out of her ice nest at Torp airport, we crammed our bags in and made a very long (in time, not kilometres) drive to Rjukan. She proved to be quite the prima donna, requiring regualr de-icing on the way. To be fair it was -19 almost all the way too. As we drove over the higher roads we decided that the Norwegian forecast we've been using must be rubbish, the temperature soared to a balmy -8.

After a very leisurely start (rounds of breakfasts, brews, chattering, more brews etc - o, and a bit of sharpening stuff) we drove to Krokan at the head of the valley. Usually the redeeming feature might be that other climbers would be tiring and we'd be able to take advantage of their weariness and elbow our way to a route without too much growling. Not today. There wasn't one other car vehicle at the carpark. At Krokan itself there were four other pairs and not one of them British!! On our drive up we'd spotted a few teams on Fabrikkfossen and Tjonnstadbergfossen - both above the town of Rjukan.

We struggled against the cold. We didn't win. The ice was very thick and well formed, although some routes just aren't 'in' at all. And as there hasn't been much thawing and refreezing going on the routes make up for current brittleness in being extensively climbed already - making for great axe placments. 

It's sweetie shop mode tomorrow - so many options, what to do...maybe Fabrikkfossen.

Today Lisa got reaquainted with the ice, Sara had her first taste of foreign ice and I got reaquainted with the Doodles. O, the Doodles...If you don't know them, you haven't lived.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

daytripping with friends, Fiacaill Ridge




After a good lie in I raced up into Sneachda again, sweating profusely all the way, to meet friends for a mountaineering journey up and around the Fiacaill. I can't imagine how many days, how many hours I've spent in this one small area, but I do know that I still have to do full turns as I amble along, just so that I can clock the 360 degrees as we go. 

And grab a fish supper on the way home. Uh huh.

Now it's refuel, re energise and sharpen lots of things ready for 2 weeks ice climbing in Norway, the office is relocating. 


Friday: the grand finale

A few pitches up the Runnell



The final narrows of the Runnell - this is usually a mixed pitch. Instead there was 5 star neve all the way, coupled with ice free cracks for minimum faff gear placements. Bliss.

















Everything came together for our final day - conditions were perfect, entertainment was high (what do they think this is - a holiday!?!) and we didn't even have to fight off any crazy soloists. The snow is heavenly for moving about on at the moment and even the descent down the Goat Track has reached near perfection - hard snow with me sized (I don't mean the they're the size of me!) footsteps all the way down. Thank you people!

What a lovely week - thanks Ursula & Sandra. 

Thursday: snow & rock play

A stunner of a day! The coire was suprisingly quiet, and for once we had a one pronged plan: to bottom rope Mirror Direct and go through some snow skills. Snow skills it was, with a reasonable backdrop while we (okay, Sandra & Urs) worked. The 'problem' with this snow is it's too good!
 Getting to grips with axes & crampons on some great rocky climbing, and free of the crowds today. We had two very puffed up ptarmigan spectating too.
Urs looking rather nifty - what's a leap of a couple of grades aie! 

















Well, the plan was good. Which reminds me why having A Plan is rarely a great idea. Mirror Direct had been mostly quiet all week, and it was getting fat. We thought we'd go and play about on it for awhile. Unfortunately someone else had the same plan and the audacity to arrive before us. 

We changed tack and dug anchors in the morraines instead. It was slightly sickening to then see team after team play on Our Route all day. Did they not realise we'd booked it? So, off to the Twin Ribs we went, where the rock was reassuringly attached. Fun and hard work was had by all, with Sandra perfecting her gear placements and climbing in a oner - some people can multi task.The chopper overhead seemed to miss the life threatening blisters on poor Urs' ankles. The walk out must have been excruciating, perhaps helped by the incredible sunset & mine & Sandra's near constant chattering (ok, maybe that just helped us then).