Showing posts with label New Hampshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Hampshire. Show all posts

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Mr. Henderson



Henderson Ridge reminds me of Shoe String Gully. It’s a place to go when no climbing partner can be found. Both places offer a long approach, neither really warrant roping up, but both offer enough exposure to bring a little thrill to ones day if the conditions are a bit off.
The first 600 hundred feet is easy, textured, solid rock. The next 800 feet is a bit of a scramble through an assortment of fourth and fifth class route options. I crossed over North Gully at the first practical crossing just above the “diving board”. Speed was not my focus, but I was able to make the car to car loop in five hours which included a twenty minute lunch and a little hustle.  Overall a pleasant day out.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Why do threesomes need to be so complicated?

My guess is that many readers are hoping that this particular post will fall under our "external affairs" category. It does not. This particular threesome was a local event... Some readers, but not all, might be hoping that this post involves both men and women. It does not. This particular threesome involved three men... And I would imagine that there are thousands of readers (okay dozens) out there that are hoping and praying that this particular threesome does not involve any of the contributors from New England Adventures! Actually, it does. Both Brian and myself were involved... There is one more thing that this post does not do. It does not, in any way, have to do with what the French refer to as a Ménage à trois. Sorry...

More importantly, this post does deal with the trials and tribulations of climbing with three people on a multi-pitch climb. Specifically, this post deals with how to manage a group of three climbers that all want a chance to swing leads on a multi-pitch climb as efficiently as possible.
There are those out there that feel that the most efficient way to climb with three people is to leave one at home. This is probably true, but for me some days are about efficiency and others are about community. This past Saturday was one of those days were inclusion was the best option.
The Place:
It is important to mention that The Whitney Gilman can often be crowded on weekends and that climbing on the WG with three people on a weekend is probably not a great idea. That doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be done. It just means that other groups on the cliff may not like you.
The People:
Brian and I figured that having Josh along for one of our last “training” climbs before our trip to WY would slow things up a bit (two are faster then three), but also liven up the climb as well.
Josh and Pablo - post cruise goofin...
The Details:
 The first thing we did was chat about what would work and what would not. Once that was decided Brian jumped on the first pitch and started the climb with two ropes - we are all about using Brian’s Sterling Photons for the trip! Josh and I were both attached to an end while Brian climbed with two. I followed, cleaned the route and stripped Brian of his gear while Josh climbed. Once Josh arrived, I took Josh’s end of the rope and Josh took the end attached to Brian (this may not be comfortable for all folks). I started climbing with both ropes. Once I arrived I built an anchor and got off belay. Josh climbed, cleaned the route and stripped gear from me. Once Brian arrived, Josh took Brian’s end of the rope and Brian took the end of the same rope attached to me. Josh then began climbing with two ropes.  Little complicated to describe, but not to tough to do.  We continued this pattern for six pitches.
Beginning of second pitch

Sunday, June 17, 2012

When Black Flies Attack!

Many of us were fortunate enough to get out this weekend and enjoy the beautiful weather.  Having a great stretch of sunshine after weeks of rain is always a bonus.  There is, however, one thing that I never seem to be prepared for - the black fly season.
According to what I read this morning there are over 1,800 known species of black fly in the world today.  I also learned that they are an important part of the ecosystem and can be found throughout the world.  Of course the rational side of my brain totally understands how important these creatures are to the ecosystem.  Then there is the irrational side of my brain.  This part of my brain would love to wipe out the entire species as quickly as possible.  This past Friday night while at White Horse Ledge in North Conway I was reminded of something that I already knew: the power of one is no match for the power of many.
A simple outing gone awry...
When Brian and I arrived at the base of White Horse the black flies were nothing more then a nuisance.  It was not until the second anchor of Sliding Board that I fully realized what Brian and I were in for.  As soon as I stepped onto the small ledge the flood gates opened.  They swarmed around my head, crawled up into my helmet and within seconds had completely covered my shins and forearms.  I breathed them in and coughed them up.  There was little I could do other then build my anchor and belay Brian up to the ledge so he could join in on all the fun.
My shins, arms and neck became an all you can eat buffet....
Brian did not stay long.  He quickly stripped the gear from my harness and began to climb.  I guess he thought he could climb above the swarm and leave them behind.  No such luck.  I could see Brian swatting and swinging his arms wildly against the onslaught.  Not an easy thing to do while trying to keep one's balance.  This could have turned tragic since Brian was at least 30 feet above his last piece of protection.
A couple pitches later we put our tails between our legs and began our retreat.  As much as we wanted to continue the climb and enjoy the evening, there was little we could do other then run and hide from the insatiable hunger of the black fly...


Sunday, April 22, 2012

Descending Hurt















Going sport climbing for four days can make you sore.  Descending the wrong trail in the Presidentials can make you hurt.  Although the weather pushed more sun than rain and the terrain on the ascent was fantastic, our choice of descent was the wrong one.   Sloppy corn snow over granite on steep wet terrain is not for the meek of heart.  Thankfully I was in good company and the views were fantastic.
We started out on the trail at 9:00 and didn't get back to the car until 7:00.  We moved fast when we moved, but we spent a bit of time exploring the nooks, crannies, and lil' things whenever we felt the need.
Fortune fell upon us several times throughout the day.  Sun most of the day, no ice on the ascent, few people on the route, and generous folks with beer - always a good call on a technical downhill.


I cannot wait to go back...