Runout classics - ever take the ride?


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Social climber
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 6, 2012 - 04:10pm PT
This thread is good bed time reading.

Trad climber
Dec 6, 2012 - 06:22pm PT
why is my stomack,rolling with convulsions???this post needs to be an ongoing thread,,do you believe in desteny??sooo freaking funny,,

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Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
Jan 6, 2013 - 10:00pm PT
melski - this post needs to be an ongoing thread.

I agree, this thread has some spectacular climbing related stories, and we need to keep it rolling. So I will bump it, and in the process, add a few details to my last post that I feel are worth adding (& recounting) on the "runout sandbag" on Polly Dome - Curves Like Her (Vern Clevenger/FA).

I particularly want to give a little more detail) to the final & extremely precarious "belay" stance. Sorry if this seems a bit off topic (in regards to taking the "ride"), but it was about as close to taking the BIG ride as I have ever come, and it does qualify as a "Runout classics". And as I have previously noted, it has been labled as a "runout sandbag" relatively recently by several other "topo/climbing" sites & evidently hasn't yet (35+ years later) recieved an adequate belay station/bolt, etc, SO, I wanted to bring it up again/bring it to peoples attention (hopefully someone at least replaced the absent hanger on the 2nd crux bolt) and avoid a similar situation...

Rick Linkert - I vaguely remember climbing with Art Hannon & Kevin Leary...
I find that rather odd (the vaguely part) since you seemed rather upset about the whole situation back then (the bolt missing, etc) so much so that you wrote an article for one of the clmbing magazines at the time (Climbing or Summit, etc) & since I have such a vivid memory of that day. And also odd (humorous, perhps) that you don't seem to remember me being there. Well, that's not so unusual I suppose, since we hardly new eachother, eh? (lol) But that's okay, I can understand your being hesitant to acknowledge that (or so it seems)...wudevah!!

Anyway, I just wanted to give you a brief recap of what I recall from that afternoon, since being on the sharp end does seem to sharpen ones perceptions, etc!

Art & Kevin on one team/rope, ended up on the narrow ledge protected by the manky bolt. I then belayed you up the corner and you joined them there. I followed and found the three (3) of you in a precarious and rather perilous situation attached to one very questionable bolt on a narrow ledge. Art & Kevin were bracing / supporting your shoulders in the likelihood that I should come off or require tension since it obviously wouldn't have taken much to pull the three of you off the narrow ledge and onto the anchor and I sincerely doubt that it (poorly placed 1/4") would have held the weight (600+ lbs) of all four of us. An extremely sketchy situation.

So, I lead on through. I decided to traverse left on the ledge to a corner with what looked like a good crack, from where we were, that would take pro which was 35-40 ft to the left. The ledge petered out towards the end, and it required some delicate face moves (5.9) to reach it with out any pro available. I then climb up the corner for about 15-20 ft and it turns out to be more of a groove (water groove) without any possible nut/pro placements (it is also wet). I downclimb, and notice that I had redirected the water seeping down the groove onto the face & the .9 face crimps/moves are now wet. I inform you guys of the situation, which illicites broad smiles & chuckles (lol) and a casual "go for it, bro" which greatly increased my confidence and machismo (just kidding, lol).

The situation was indeed dire. I was, like I said, 35-40 feet out/directly to your left, with no pro between us. I didn't have much confidence it the bolt holding our combined weight should I have fallen. And even if it did hold, I would have pendlumed/swung 50-60 ft into the dihedral that was 15-20 ft to your right (dihedral pic is in my last post). Either way, I was probably toast...GRIM SITUATION # 1 for myself/us that afternoon.

Like I have already recounted, I managed to make the moves and continued on. The 1/4" bolt protecting the 1st crux just above your belay was well placed and I was quickly by that section and onto easier ground/face. BUT, I was hoping to get at least one more bolt or piece of pro in because I still doubted the ability of one single 1/4" bolt being able to withhold all of our weight (the manky anchor bolt would have surely pulled/failed with your/our combined static weight, let alone dynamic force, imo).

Then like I said, after about 120+ ft of runnout & no pro, I come to the second crux (10+) of the route where the bolt without a hanger was. GRIM SITUATION #2...! After getting by that, I thought it was over since the summit was about 30-40 ft away on easy face/ground.

But, the reason I am reviewing this is that I don't think you (nor anyone else) realizes the nature of and EXTREMELY GRIM situation that I/we got ourselves into next/after I got pass this second crux. And what I will refer to as GRIM SITUATION #3. After leading the afore mentioned steep 10+ face moves a VERY long ways out and feeling like I had cheated certain death (had I fallen) & most likely yours Art & Kevin's certain death, I was home free...that was short lived.

Just 10-15 ft above the unprotected face moves, the rope ran out. And, like I said, I had no luck in getting you guys to somehow feed me any additional slack. It was a good 15-20 or so feet to a corner with a good crack for pro. I was essentialy stranded on the steep face with nothing for support. I managed to turn around (back to the wall) and put you on belay. I leaned back against the rock and hoped & prayed that you wouldn't put ANY tension on the rope, let alone fall. Most likely your body weight would have pulled me off (your simply asking for tension), let alone a tug that would have come from slipping/falling at the 1st crux that you were about to encounter just above the precarious belay.

And, you guys were out of sight & out of hearing range. You began to climb, and I recall pulling up about 20-25 ft of slack and mentally picturing you climbing up to and stopping at those very steep face moves. Seconds ticked by and after a moment or two you started again (crux #1) and I started pulling in slack. Believe me, I was very relieved to see you come into view over the lip that afternoon and then proceed up the relatively easy ground (moderate 5th class) to the second crux just below me. You waited there while I traversed up and over to the belay corner where I finally got some pro in to belay you.

That last EXTREMELY GRIM SITUATION/belay is what I wanted to hilight in this post. Because, although it NEVER seriously crossed my mind, I could have easily untied at that point and continued on to safe ground. It was perhaps only 5.1/5.2 at the most, and merely 35 ft or so to the summit.


I was standing/balancing (frictionioning), with ZERO protection/belay anchors, on a relatively steep face with my back to the wall.

I want to emphasize that there was no other alternative but to either belay you guys up from where I stood (on a typical 5th class friction slab) or untie and drop the rope, which would have left you guys to decide who wanted to take their shot of leading up to where I was (and you had NO clue what that would entail) which would have put you through & in the identicle situation I was in.

At that point I was essentialy home free should I have been only thinking of myself. Because, I could have simply untied and dropped the rope. I could have then, I suppose, circled back around and informed you of the/my/our desperate situation of being unanchored on a steep friction slab 135-140 ft out and having to belay you (Rick Linkert) up some very steep 5.10+ face while all the while knowing that you had done very little, (if any) climbing in the prior year or so (you had left the eastside and enrolled in law school) or so you had informed us.

But that would have taken some time (circling back down). I would have had to traverse along the top of Polly Dome over to Lambert Dome (I recall passing Death Crack on our descent that afternoon) down to the road and back over to Polly Dome. You guys would have most likely already started leading the pitch I had just lead and gotten into the same situation.

Like I said, I was essentialy home free, all I had to do was untie and scurry up the remaining easy ground. But like I just said, I NEVER even considered it. Well, I was certainly aware of it and it probably crossed my mind once, but I didn't give it a second thought. I didn't hesitate, I new what I had to do, and I believe I did the right thing.

Perhaps I should have just dropped the rope and circled around. But, it was very late in the afternoon, and I am pretty darn sure that I would have seen one of you (probably you Rick) either standing in the same exact pitiful stance and frightful situation that I was in, or just below it contemplating essentially free-soloing the 5.10+ face moves 120+ feet out like I had to do. Not cool. And if that was the situation (by then) there was no way we could have communicated with you from where I/we were (just like I couldn't communicate with you guys).

And even if I could have located another rope from someone and gotten back to the top, a lot of time would of transpired in the meantime (would have been dark most likely). And it was/would have been an extremely pathetic and life threatening situation to put someone else in (where I was at). All this ran through my mind that day. One hell of a situation, eh?

ANYWAY, like you said to me, "thanks for not falling", because it would have been a long and terrifying "ride" (275-300 ft) to certain death for me, and most likely something just slightly less terrifying and final for the three of you.

BTW, I am pretty sure that afternoon in TM ('77 i think) was the very last day/time that we crossed paths, good to hear from you and thanks for responding to my initial post.

Edit: the main reason for this post is, like I said, it has been over 35 years and this route hasn'st gotten upgraded 2 3/8 ths inch belay bolts at the single manky belay bolt ledge. Now days, a 60 meter rope would be sufficient to make it to the third belay ledge (or the top) and therefore would avoid running out of rope in the middle of nowhere. We were obviouslyu the second ascent. Butb it evidently has had at least one additional ascent in the mid 2000's. It needs to be upgraded before someone gets hurt or worse. It does NOT need any additional bolts. The "runnout" is primarily easy 5th class (5.25.3 with 5.4/5.5 max at 1-2 spots) and very typical of TM, bitd!!!
Rick Linkert

Trad climber
El Dorado Hills CA
May 22, 2013 - 04:08pm PT

Just ran across this thread and saw your above response. Thanks for the additional detail. You misinterpreted my post- of course I remember you were there. I was just acknowledging that Kevin and Art were there as well. While we were plenty entertained by all the horsing around close to the belay, I am thankful we could not fully appreciate what you were going through. I am especially grateful that I had no idea you were "belaying" me while simply smeared on a face with no anchors as I had done very little climbing the past year. I do remember being on a rant about people stripping hangars from bolts out in the middle of nowhere. I remember an even more vitriolic rant by Art about a claimed species of butterfly that he believed lived on Glacier Point Apron. According to Art, there was a diabolical black butterfly that looked exactly like a Leeper bolt hangar when it landed. He claimed to have had a very mentally traumatic off-route experience clawing his way to a bolt hangar that was light years above the last pro only to have it flap its wings and fly away as he almost got into clipping range. Pretty funny story as only Art can construct.

I suppose we should have been on notice since it was a Clevenger route - almost always a "heads up" in the Meadows. The usual drill was a three-step process for each bolt. 1) Where the hell is the next bolt? 2) How the hell do I get there? Then an interlude- "How the hell did he place the bolt? and, finally, 3) How the hell do I let go long enough to clip the bolt? Talked to Vern last week. He is still cancer free and viewed as a medical miracle by UC San Francisco. He is phenomenally fit and the Docs think he is lying about his age.

Take care-


Trad climber
AKA Dwain, from Apple Valley, Ca. and Vegas!
May 22, 2013 - 04:37pm PT
Not much of a Whipper, but I took about a 16 ft fall a couple of weeks ago
on a brand new climb when a flake pulled off making a move.
I tucked my legs because I knew I was going to be close to the deck at the end of the fall. My Belayer says he saw my toes touched the deck at the
bottom of the rope stretch before I bounced back up a couple of feet.

If I hadn't of had my legs tucked, I'd probably be hurting right now
Clint Cummins

Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
May 22, 2013 - 05:01pm PT
Sidewinder ... surely - SOMEBODY has to have biffed it.

In 1988 or so, a guy from the SF Bay Area took a leader fall from up there.
I didn't witness it, but he was at a campfire in Hidden Valley that night, in a fair amount of pain.
I don't remember his name.
He fractured his heel, I guess when he swung into the rock at the end of his fall.

Social climber
Topic Author's Reply - May 22, 2013 - 05:01pm PT
If I hadn't of had my legs tucked, I'd probably be hurting right now

And if I had wheels I'd be a wagon :)

Trad climber
Monrovia, California
May 22, 2013 - 05:08pm PT
In 1988 or so, a guy from the SF Bay Area took a leader fall from up there.

I might have seen that one, that's about the right time-frame. The guy I saw was all the way across at the end of the traverse. All he had to do was the easy exit move with good holds, but there is a little flake/crack there and he was hopelessly gripped and was trying to fiddle in some gear when he biffed. He took a huge swinging fall and cratered into the wall near the base.

A few daze later we watched some euro solo the thing. I'll bet that is pretty rare.

Social climber
Topic Author's Reply - May 22, 2013 - 05:17pm PT

Lucas Dunn on Diamondback, cool and confident (I broke a hold off following and took a lil plunge :3)

Trad climber
AKA Dwain, from Apple Valley, Ca. and Vegas!
May 22, 2013 - 05:22pm PT

"And if I had wheels I'd be a wagon :) "

If I hadn't had my Legs tucked,
I'd most likely be on wheels right now! :)



Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
May 22, 2013 - 06:26pm PT
I took a 6"er off of that first bolt on Black Tide. That's about it. I don't like falling.

After swinging leads on Prime Interest at Christmas Tree Pass with my buddy Don P. somebody asked if we had taken a look down while on the 30' runouts between bolts. Don's reply was classic: "No, there's nothing down there for us but death and dismemberment."

Boulder climber
Nov 29, 2013 - 10:57pm PT


Oakland, CA
Nov 30, 2013 - 01:47am PT
Great bump.

Pappy, holy shit!

Social climber
Nov 30, 2013 - 02:34am PT
Kodye Taking Flight
Kodye Taking Flight
Credit: Duke

Sierra Ledge Rat

Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
Nov 30, 2013 - 04:45pm PT
I took a big whipper on Shakey Flakes. The road rash was so bad that I had to take off my pants 'cause I couldn't tolerate anything touching my leg. I even got onto one of the shuttle buses sans pantaloons.

Trad climber
Dec 1, 2013 - 08:52am PT
A few places in Eastern Europe are notorious for having "just enough" bolts. In Slovakia there is a place called Kalamarka that has been rebolted and rerebolted, but some routes are still quite bold. For full value, you can forgo the new bolts and do it in the original style. Here I fell off a sloping mantle top out trying to clean it from all the autumn leaves. Kicked my belayer in the head. Not long, maybe 30-35 feet. Went back for the send after changing my pants.


Social climber
An Oil Field
Dec 1, 2013 - 09:29am PT
I am famous for screwing up:

THE BIG BITE by Duane Raleigh

I smelled Mark's shoes as he fell past the belay. Hot E.B. rubber smells like burning car tires. An acrid lingering in the nostrils that settles onto your tongue. It was the longest fall, somewhere around 100 feet, I had ever held. And still is.

I really thought Mark had made it up The Big Bite, a glassy stretch of granite immediately left of Quartz Mountain's popular S-Wall. He hiked the crux, a run-out stretch of dish smearing and single-digit crimping that had stopped power meister Jon Frank (he took a sweet 50-foot slider) that same season. But that section was nothing to Mark, and, I was a bit disappointed that he so easily dispatched what had given me the shakes the year before. "Can't he snivel, even a little bit?" I thought at the belay. Nope.

The last time I looked up to check, Mark's shoes were disappearing over the crest of the wall 60 feet above. "He's got the good edges on top," I told myself, then settled onto the belay bolts anticipating a cruiser top-rope run.

There was a scraping sound, then the shoes got big. And there was Herndie, skidding down the face, slow at first, then full bore. I've always admired the way he fell. Upright and in control. No scream. No whimper. Like a stone. He later told me he just popped off, started sliding, tried to catch himself on an edge but grazed it, and went on falling.

Forty feet into the fall and 10 feet above the belay Mark caught air where the wall steepens. There wasn't anything for me to do but to reel in arm loads of slack and try to keep him off of the lower knobs that would break James Dixon's ankle some five years later.

Mark hit the wall below the belay and resumed his grinding slide. There was surprisingly little jerk when the rope came taut -- skin and rubber make effective brake pads. By the time Mark stopped, his shoes needed a resole and wet strips of skin flapped off the palms of both hands. It looked like someone had taken a cheese grater to his butt.

I lowered Mark to the ground, then rapped off and drove us around in my old beat-up VW bug to Brent Choate's tailer, tucked in the cottonwoods at the other end of Quartz. I figured Brent had just what was needed for some quick pain relief. Mark wrapped his hands around a cool Bud, then off we went to my parent's house in Weatherford, 60 miles to the north.

That evening I had the pleasure of watching my mother pick lichen and grit out of Mark's butt and thigh. That probably smarted, but all I could think about was the smell of those stinking shoes.

Duane Raleigh was the leading force in pioneering many of Oklahoma's most difficult rock climbs in the Wichita and Quartz mountains during the late 70's and early 80's. Here, he recounts the now famous tale of Mark Herndon's 1981 attempt to repeat the still desperate "Big Bite" at Quartz Mountain. Duane is now editor for Climbing Magazine and resides in Redstone, Colorado.

Social climber
Dalian, Liaoning
Dec 1, 2013 - 09:34am PT
Did you ever get on it again, Base?

Social climber
An Oil Field
Dec 1, 2013 - 09:50am PT
HELL no. I followed it a few times.

F'ing thing scarred me for life.

Social climber
Dalian, Liaoning
Dec 1, 2013 - 09:51am PT
Do you remember what was going on in your mind at the time?
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