So this link brings you to Alex's comments on his ascent, tells us it was filmed by Peter Mortimer and perhaps most interestingly of all, Ray Jardine's reaction to Alex's climb.
I once lost my grip while free soloing 1,100 feet above the ground, and started to fall but managed to grab a tiny (5.11) hold another foot down. I learned a big lesson from that - that I wasn't in "total" control. And that was my last free solo.
Mr Haan, I will add my vote to see that book as well.
In a perfect world Mr Braun will contribute some poems to be interspersed between chapters and salient pages. Maybe he can write a few pages himself. I'll buy 20 copies to give to anyone I climb with.
I never filmed my solos because I never wanted to share a very personal experience. More over set a bad example, but that's just me.
I'd say that all risk taking for your own glory and satisfaction is selfish, it certainly take maturity to understand the difference in a higher purpose and purpose of the self.
I never filmed my solos because no one who knew what it meant ever would have cared even a bit. And I only solo really easy stuff, so no one will care period. Still though, solos are the crowning experiences of my time climbing.
I always felt my own glory (glory generally not to be shared in specifics outside my skull) and satisfaction was the only higher purpose. What other higher purpose is there in soloing?
Still though, solos are the crowning experiences of my time climbing.
I haven't done a ton of solos, but I can't say I consider them "crowning experiences" in my climbing career. Significant? Yes. Extremely personal? Definitely. Satisfying? Deeply.
But, hardly the best or brightest when I look back on the climbing I've done. In part, that's because they've always been on lines where I knew I could control all of the risks involved. More of what I consider my peak experiences were all doing roped FAs while operating way outside my comfort zone.
That said, I certainly understand and respect different climbing priorities and perspectives around this kind of experience and how people internally 'value' them over the long haul.
I just can't conceive that much skill and ability. For me it's like trying to imagine how big a "google" is in terms of particles of sand. I can start on the path to calculating or comparing with my experience in a rational way, and then it just breaks down.
It must be hard to have sooo much skill and ability at something (even though climbing isn't important in the scheme of things), to be so far out on the extreme tail of human ability. What do you do with that? Is there some responsibility toward one's self or to others to take advantage of that skill and ability? Is there some kind of inner crime to not exploit such a gift? Or is it a curse, an affliction? Is there an inner cry to just be mediocre? Or are all of these just my mediocre climber musings, grasping at straws to understand what cannot be understood by me?
This ain't Phoenix. And it ain't free solo. But it is a photo of a certain person of interest in a very conspicuous location about two weeks after an infamous first free solo ascent was reported.
Sorry. That's as close as i can get to your photo request. Don't know what's taking Mortimer so long. Maybe there's a long line at the Fotomat store.