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| Kenton at the top of the Brownstone Wall |
On November 7, 2019 I flew to Las Vegas with Jacob so that we could climb at Red Rocks on November 8 and 9. Our initial plan was to climb
MysterZ (5.7) to
Armatron (5.9-) on Friday and then to pursue a more casual Saturday. We entered the park when it opened at 6 AM and made our way from the Pine Creek lot to the base of MysterZ. MysterZ was almost relaxing, never really feeling even as hard as 5.7 There was another party ahead of us and yet another one behind, but the party ahead was slightly faster, and the party behind was slower, so this arrangement worked out OK. However, when we arrived at the base of Amitron, we were dismayed to discover that another party had hiked up the long way to the base and had just finished the first pitch. They were moving quite slowly, and the party that we had followed up MysterZ had not even been able to get onto the route yet. So, considering our options and realizing that we might run out of time, we decided to try a linkup recommended on Mountain Project: the first two pitches of
Mayday Malefactor (5.10c), the upper crack systems of
Sweet Thin (5.9), and whatever else from there to the summit.
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| Jacob somewhere on MysterZ |
Unfortunately we had not brought our guidebook, and the only information we had to go on was from Mountain Project in the glare of our cellphones. So I got us lost at the top of the second pitch. I looked around for a while for the bolted anchor that was supposed to be on this ledge, but I couldn't find it. So I traversed over slightly to the right and built a gear anchor. Jacob joined me on the ledge and set off on what he thought was the third pitch. In fact we now believe this was the third pitch of Mayday Malefactor. Near the top of this pitch was a bolt right before a cruxy move. After trying to move past this section a few times, Jacob decided to lower down and let me give it a go. After re-arranging ourselves so that I would be on top-rope (this was rather involved because it consisted of swapping which ends of the rope we were tied into, and we wanted to be careful we always remained safe), I made my way up the pitch. Feeling pressed for time, I French-freed the hard move above the bolt by pulling on the bolt itself. Shortly I ended on another ledge with a real bolted anchor. From here we climbed the last few pitches of Armatron to the summit of the Brownstone Wall.
The sun set early, around 4:50 PM, so we did the majority of it by the light of our headlamps. Our toes were killing us: they were sore from having spent so much time in our climbing shoes. We made it back to the car around 6:30 PM, with plenty of time to exit the park before the 7 PM deadline.
The next day we hiked to the
Lotta Balls Wall in search of some shorter, shadier routes (we had actually been rather hot during our ascent in the sun the previous day). We found a great one! Lotta Balls (5.8+) was a great way to start the day. Jacob led pitches one and three, I led the middle pitch covered in balls. The climbing was not super difficult, and the holds were very positive, but it was still rather exciting because the bolts were so widely spaced.
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| Jacob on the second pitch of Lotta Balls |
Upon returning to the base we found a profusion of other parties getting on the same route and on the adjacent ones. We had wanted to try
Black Magic (5.8) but decided against this to avoid waiting for the crowd. Instead, with the guidebook in our possession today, we decided to climb
Rob Roy (5.10b). I had been itching to try something harder before we left town, and I told Jacob this was our chance to do one more longer route or to do a harder route, but not both. Rob Roy seemed like the perfect choice, a 150 ft single pitch of hard 5.10b climbing that I could take my time on. Well, I wish I had looked more closely at Mountain Project before making this decision. The climb turned out to be fun, but it also turned out to be quite hard at the (multiple) cruxes and rather runout in multiple places. Many comments on Mountain Project claim a PG13 or R commitment grade for this climb, and I just didn't know that heading into it. After clipping the first bolt I stared for a long time at the traverse back right into a relatively blank corner with a gaston and some high slopers. I placed a nut below this crux and hung on it, trying to screw up my courage to do the next set of moves. Jacob shouted encouraging words from below, although I'm not sure he realized what I was getting myself into.
Finally getting over my fear, I yelled "climbing" and started my way up the short corner, over the bulge, and onto a narrow ledge where there were some bigger holds. I worked a small cam in to a horizontal crack near my feet and took stock of the situation. The next pro didn't seem to arrive until well above my head. This turned out to be the case for the entire climb. Yes, there were two more bolts on the face section, but they sure were far apart. I would have fallen a very long way if I had missed the moves above either of these bolts. I quickly learned not to pass up any opportunities for gear. The guidebook had called for RP's, but I didn't have a complete set of small stoppers, so I just made do with what I did have. The higher I got, the less I worried about hitting the deck, but the more committed I became to finishing the route. It wasn't until Jacob shouted that I had climbed more than half the 70 m rope length that I realized how long the pitch was. It felt as if it just kept going forever. I still couldn't see the anchor at the top, and I was starting to worry that I would run out of rope. Just when I really started to get nervous, I spotted some slings and a quicklink at the top, maybe 30 ft above my head. 20 feet from the top and the climbing finally got easier, easy enough that I really ran it out to the anchors. How glad I was when I reached them. After Jacob had joined me, we rappelled down using the climbing rope and another 70 m half rope that he had brought up with him. Back on the ground, we decided to head back to the car. It was getting later in the day, and that was all the mental stress I could handle for one day!
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| Looking back at First Creek Canyon |