After a summer of hard work up on the North Slope it was high time for a vacation to keep my sanity. Eddie was on an extended road trip in his Alaskan Adventure Support Vehicle and I seized the opportunity to meet up with him for two weeks of rock climbing in California. With much anticipation for hot bluebird Californian weather I set off for Reno where he picked me and transported us to Tuolumne for the first of our adventures.
|Super old trees|
|Tree + Tenaya Lake|
|Amazing bakery in Bishop|
|Random climber at Clark Canyon|
Although I had been dealt a lesson a few years ago on my first excursion to Yosemite (I shivered under a sheet marveling that it got cold even in California until I admitted defeat and asked Lexi to please share her sleeping bag) I was still surprised at how cold it got. After watching Eddie disappear into the bowels of his warm queen size bed in the Support Vehicle I would hop into my tent where I would either freeze, have the tent blown over by hurricane force winds, have my tent poles break, get snowed on, or a combination of the above. Luckily for me Ricky-Bobby of cold-blooded Fairbanks pedigree had met up Eddie immediately prior to my trip down and had failed to complain (in my opinion a wonderful pastime, and if not wonderful then at least well practiced), a fact that Eddie would constantly remind me of from his plush perch in the Support Vehicle.
|What the heck Cali!|
All complaining aside, Eddie and I worked through a mess of climbing during our first week in Tuolumne. We climbed two routes on the Mendlicott Dome (one of which topped out and we got to walk off with rock shoes, a lesson my toes remembered well), two routes on Harlequin Dome, the “50 Classics” Regular Route on Fairview Dome, Phobos, and a superb route on Eichorn Pinnacle. A week into the madness we were in need for a bit of rest and ready for a bigger challenge.
|Excellent Smithers, Mendlicott Dome|
|Phobos, Harlequin Dome|
|Shagadelic, Mendlicott Dome|
|Top of Mendlicott, Half Dome in background|
|Regular Route, Fairview Dome|
After getting snowed out Saturday night we decided to hike into the Incredible Hulk Sunday evening despite fresh snow and a warning that all the cracks were iced up. On the approach Eddie realized he had forgotten his sleeping bag but by then the ship had sailed and we pressed onward with a tent, tarp and hot water bottle to separate him from a cold few nights at 10,000’. Monday dawned clear and cold and somehow I got cajoled into leading the first pitch with socked crammed into my shoes and frigid fingers. As the day progressed we made slow but steady headway up the wall and as the light was fading crested the ridge where two snow chocked cracks separated us from the summit, and more importantly, the easy decent off the south side. The reality of single rope rappels off snowy icy granite in the dark with our tennis shoes set in and we hastily built anchors with all our most important and valuable gear.
|Tricky pitch on tricky gear|
|Entering the Red Dihedral|
|About to gain the ridge|
|Eddie's tarp sleeping bag|
Growing weary of stuffing our scabbed hands into any more crack we took a rest in Clark Canyon to clip some bolts. After a fun day chillaxing and bouldering we woke to snow and immediately made the slip and slide trip over the hill and through the woods back to the safety of asphalt.
Now one thing is worth mentioning, Eddie loves his sport routes. Giddy with anticipation he piloted us towards Owens River Gorge where we spent a day climbing long steep slick bolts. I somehow ended up enjoying the dirty canyon spending the day studying pump management.
With the trip almost over we managed to have the wind help us shatter a window on the Support Vehicle and in true dirtbag style opted for plywood over glass for its replacement. For my last day we headed to Pine Creek where we climbed amazing granite sport routes in a clean beautiful canyon and didn’t stop until it was too dark to see the holds.
|Amazing granite sport climbing at Pine Creek|
Many thanks to Eddie for the transport/rope gun services and keeping the stoke high for fifty some odd pitches!