Monday, 12 January 2009

Resolve

I don't do new years resolutions but these are my aims for 2009:

  • Enjoy my climbing
  • Re-learn how trad shizzle works
  • Stretch
  • Deadhang
  • Re-build the school
  • Go to Switzerland
  • Go to the Frankenjura
  • Go to Wales
  • Stay in on the 2nd of Feb

last but not least:
  • Stay out of petty conflicts
Saturday I went back to Eastwood with Jon, it was bitter. Far far too bitter for what we'd come for. Nat came along and climbed well and Fi was working the traverse. It looks a goer!
Sunday I did boring chores including finalising our Mortgage application (Gulp!) and didn't leave enough time for the planned board session. Therefore, today I had a short and sharp session at the Foundry with Dylan. I climbed well although wasn't at all psyched, my hand hurt warming up and on a spikey guppy but thats about it. Tomorrow, Pritch, Jon and I are back out.
My work IS suffering.
Annoyingly my SD card seems to be f*cked so I must await one from memory bits before I can use my new toy.

Friday, 9 January 2009

Eastside

Wed night I visited the foundry. I couldn't decide whether:

A) I was climbing badly
B) I wasn't climbing badly, I just wasn't psyched for climbing indoors
C) I was climbing well.........................but wasn't psyched for climbing indoors

Despite all of the confusion going on in my head I was very aware that my hand still doesn't feel right. It aches on the 5th metacarpel and feels sore (especially when crimping with my little finger). So I AM carrying an injury, thankfully not an A2 and it could just be the cold. Whatever it is, it's slightly annoying and a pain (literally).

I stopped the session early ish and decided to accept Jon's offer of a trip to Eastwood today (Thur). Good decision.
On arrival at the crag, I was impressed by the bit of rock but when Jon demonstrated his sequence on the traverse I was horrified at all the gritty ness involved and didn't feel confident. After this we did Jon's idea of bouldering and spent an hour or so setting up a pulley system to trundle a rather large hunk of rock. A good warm up.
For the actual warm up I climbed the great layback crack before getting stuck into 10 inch zombies. This ate my skin and Jon talked me out of Foleyitus on the grounds of actually climbing something else that day.

Trying to get a landscape shot of Jon at Eastwood, I'm no Johnny B

Unfortunately the finishing holds on the traverse were wet, and I mean wet wet (more on this later). As Jon went to play with ropes I worked out my own way through the tricky bits. Hmmm. I gave it a shot from the start and first 'redpoint' I got to the last dry holds. Damn, so close but I can't do it! Jon wasn't about so I sat about at the end eyeing up the possibilities. I eyed up a dirty little crimp and a powerful sequence emerged in my head. I tried it quickly and hey presto it sidesteps the wet holds apart from the slimey break.
I rest for a bit while Jon is still rigging stuff and was about to have a go until I remembered; its really bad form to do things when no ones looking when you've gone with somebody, not to mention suspicious. I shouted up to Jon and he was nearly done. So I sat it out. He came over to spot shortly afterwards..... The traverse went without incident, Jon had to point at the finishing hold as by the time I got there the chalk had all been eaten by the damp. So a nice quick tick, the Powerband of gritstone, used to be 7b+ but now with a broken hold its 7c ish supposedly. Well worth seeking out if you haven't done it and to be honest it put a big smile on my face!
We then got involved with Jon's stuff, it was great and I'm keen to return. Freezing fog from the other side of the valley soon saw us of home....very chilly....brrr.

Tuesday, 6 January 2009

Trip Report

Firstly, I got bored of the blog being all dark, it didn't really work too well on my rubbishy laptop screen so its back to minima and a cheeky 7+8 theme until I can be bothered to do something better. Having said that, I can't focus on work so it might happen sooner rather than later.
To avoid this getting too lengthy I'm not going to go through every aspect of our two weeks in font, just the things that stand out. The full list of ticks, failures and looking at things for the future is up for anyone who is truly interested to decipher (boredom in Font can make you do strange things).

The Weather

Well I arrived with death cold so I didn't mind too much that it was damp and un-climbable the first day. I retreated to bed after visiting the Carrefour. The second day was slightly better, climbable and from then the next 8 or so days were absolutely perfect, blue skies and temperatures between 2 and -5 according to the Italian diesel monster. The last 2 or 3 days weren't so good, one night it rained. It then froze and thawed during the next night and days and made climbing tricky. There was stuff to get on but nothing remaining on my list and Nats projects were all at Cuisenere and very damp! Not the ideal end to our holiday but really we can't complain, compared to others who came out after us we've had a perfect trip.

Noir Desir


This is my most prized tick of the trip despite not being the hardest (grade wise anyway!). I have to thank Bonjoy for recommending it to me a number of years ago. Every time since then that I've visited Font to find it in the baking sun. I'd never had a chance to get on it however on one of the first days (driving around) it was one of the few things vaguely dry, despite the start not being so. I pulled on at the heel hook and was soon spat off confused as hell. Slopers, technique, long? hmmmm not my ideal problem but something about it meant I couldn't leave it alone. The day that it got done (I think the 3rd session but Nat tells me 4th!), we arrived early and the rock was HOT despite everything else being freezing cold. I tried it quickly with Scott and Lee and fell matched on the dish. Sense kicked in and I left the Rempart to go and find/try Coup de Patte. Later on we returned meeting Scott and Lee on the path back to Cuvier, talk was of better conditions and I got all excited. The first few goes saw me falling off matched until Andy J suggested a change of foot placement and some helpful micro beta. I slapped hard next go and my LH went into the final dish worth noting, psych! but then.... my right hand ripped. I burst out laughing (which is not my usual reaction I can tell you!) as I just can't get pissed off about trying this problem. Every time I tried it I learnt something new about my body position or the way to take a hold and squeezed one more move out. Next go everything stuck. I paused for a moment on the last hard move and had a celebration. Then again at the finishing jug, afterwards I sat on top of the boulder looking out at the best weather I've ever seen in Font, truly happy. If you haven't done it, do it!
If you have done it you'll know what I mean.

Coup de Patte


If you've watched L'Etranger (which you should have done!) you'll have seen this problem and know why it was on my hit list. Powerful, dynamic moves up steep rock. One thing it doesn't really convey is how bad the landing feels.
In the morning we'd left Noir Desir and searched out shadier spots. We found it easily enough (near the BEES Jon!) and it wasn't long before I got involved and tried to push Nat down the gully in the picture (bad foot placement). If you ever try this problem try it once for the flash then do it from standing first as if you get through the first moves you shouldn't be falling on the top or wussing out.
So...Out of sight edge for left foot (instead of heel to avoid an akward foot placement, makes first move harder but 2nd easier). Left hand slap up to pinch. Pogo right leg and slap crimpy bottom of the big feature. Foot back on and slap to the slopey boss (amazing move, picture^). Adjust RH into the good bit of the hold, move LH over, high foot and jump out right to slopey top, heel hook, match and over the top. It was a quick tick but great nonetheless. Other people weren't too psyched by the landing and problem in general (Lee, Scott).

Ouzo


Not much to say about this apart from it was on Christmas day! Earlier on I'd warmed up at Bois de Long Vaux, the day started well with a flash of le nuit as a warmup (its steep and positive but still maybe a little soft?) then took a turn for the worse as Fata didn't roll over easily, in fact I made zero progress on it. First go I was 1cm from the pocket, Gaston Method (amazing!) 1cm away from pocket. Last slap go 1cm from the pocket. Arghh damn! Thank god the day turned around or else I would have been a grumpy person on Xmas day.

The Marie Rose


Despite Noir Desir being my most prized tick of the trip it was far from the best moment. On the same day (actually earlier on, it was Nat's turn to pick the venue) Cuvier was freezing in the morning. As we waited for Lee to turn up Nat got re-involved with the Marie Rose. On her previous sessions she was hitting the sloping pinch but not holding it. That morning, first go her hand stuck to the pinch and we both new it was on. She carefully ticked the foot placement and noted micro beta that helped her get to this position every time. What happened next left me utterly startled and really impressed. After sticking the pinch she found herself unable to move her feet as she wasn't getting much from the RH sloper. She'd been up there for an absolute age, her RH searching for a non existent better hold, it worked its way down the dark runnels where I can't find anything and then; emergency crimp (Varian TM) was unleashed. Crimping on nothing she moved her feet high before returning both hands to the sloper and topping out comfortably. I can't explain how happy I was for her, every time we've been to Font she's jumped a grade band and now this!

Moondance


Moondance is Nats unfinsshed business. For its grade I can't really think of a better problem. The problem was; I can rock over on a good hold, she's too short and has to use a bad bad foothold. By the end of the fortnight it was wet and out of the question. Oh well, there's nothing wrong with having something to go back for is there? I've always found (and this trip is no exception) that my ticklist doubles in size. There is so much to do, Cuvier Rempart boulders would be my desert island choice. No doubt about it!

During the remainder of the time we did an awful lot of driving to tick things that I'd either not got around to, seen on L'etranger but never heard of! Or in some cases problems I'd previously failed on. I identified that Big Dragon is my helicopter problem. James had given me some beta about moving the heel that convinced me I'd do it this time whereas in reality the heel was taking most of my weight. This one has been filed as an obvious challenge for the future but I need to be stronger and better on slopers.

I can't describe how envious I am of Keith and Lee who are destined to remain in the forest for around 3 months! Maybe, just maybe when I finish this PhD I can treat myself to something similar.
I can't wait to see what Unc manages to get up during this hol and what fancy camera work he has in store, the trip hasn't started too badly from my perspective. L'Etranger provided entertainment almost every night of the week and a soundtrack for the hol!




Monday, 5 January 2009

Back from Font.

A huuuuge trip report will probably follow as on one of the rainy days I entertained myself by writing up pretty much everything that I tried, wanted to try and actually (in a few cases) did!

The trip was about the best I've had, the weather...well it was either perfection or utter dog sh*t.

Happy new year and all of that malarkey.

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Lepper

Nat's Warrington death flu has become worse and worse since Fri, today she was at the docs and was handed a prescription for some Antibiotics despite this she's beginning to perk up.
Up until now I've been feeling fine but tonight I feel like utter sh*t. What could be worse before a bouldering trip than being ill and having to work hard?
I went to the works on Mon, again the comp wall wasn't too thrilling and the training board didn't seem much better (sorry Dave M).

Saturday, 13 December 2008

Day Off

Nat took this Fri off, the plan was to break up the journey to the North East (Chrimbo Visit) with a days climbing in Yorkshire.
Slipstones looked the best bet weatherwise after a lengthy chat with a few people.
Only one problem, thur evening Nat arrived home early with some form of the Plague, Fri morning she was worse and the last thing that seemed sensible was to go out climbing in the freezing cold.
Damn
Damn
Damn

Mon I will be back in Sheffield
By Thur finish (should that be start?) stupid RTP report that will eat time.
Thur drive down to Watford.
Fri drive to FONT!

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Is grit worth it? Part II

Friday night came and pessimistic Paul reared his ugly head. I went to the foundry. I found most people down there to be proclaiming the forecast incredible and they couldn't believe they had to visit their Gran/work/take the car in etc. I warmed up slowly and kept explaining my fruitless day on the grit earlier in the week. My cries of melt water and ice did nothing to dampen their impressions of the forecast and so in an unprecedented move I took off my boots, and headed home (without pulling hard at all).
The morning came and I wasted a tonne of texts finding out what was in condition. Nothing seemed perfect so I headed to Robin Hood's and Cratcliffe.
We warmed up on the chipped arete boulder. Jackpot! Conditions were incredible and I promptly phoned my mate James to gloat. After we were both warm (and I was bleeding from 3 knuckles after a moment of sheer stupidity) I remarked "I'll just go and do Jerry's Arete quickly before we venture on"...
*Tantrum*
Yes, despite my best efforts I couldn't claw my ass up it which was quite frankly dismaying given 3 years ago I nearly flashed it and then did it second go. I convinced myself I had the sequence wrong (I didn't) and wasted ages on it before it finally dawned on me; maybe conditions weren't very good down here in the trees. In fact, it turned out that conditions were fairly poo everywhere other than the first boulder we climbed on...Thank f*ck for that otherwise I'd be metaphorically hanging my boots up (that one's for Ben).
At Cratcliffe it was much the same. We did a few things but it all felt a little damp and I was very aware that climbing on wet grit is very bad practice so we called it a day. Not quickly enough as Nat managed to fall off and stamp my hand onto a nearby boulder. I ran around for a few minutes like you do exhaling loudly. The next day it was swollen and very sore!
Not quite as sore as James' ankle. The plonker fell of great white on his best go yet and dislocated his ankle on the mats. After picking him up from the Hallamshire Nat and I braved Meadowhell for Christmas purposes, it wasn't nice but it was needed.
His ankle is much better just a few days on. Being stubborn he's walking on it a lot and pretending it isn't hurting at all.
Right time to be off, Nat is arriving back at the station from her works Christmas do. It could be interesting...
Please disregard anything you read on this page. It's all just random thoughts and opinions based on very little. Therefore it's not worth getting upset about. In fact; just don't bother reading it, it'd make life easier for everyone involved.