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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Topic Author's Original Post - Oct 8, 2006 - 03:32pm PT
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FOURTH ASCENT OF THE WEST FACE OF EL CAPITAN 1971
Charlie Jackson came to the Valley in 1971. He was a strong, short, good-looking teenage climber from Stamford and a good family. CJ wasn’t like many of the other Camp habitués; he was an organized, extremely determined, really clean and well-spoken East Coaster. But he was also very sturdy and physical, and no nerd. Many liked him; he wanted to get a lot done on his trip alone out to Yosemite, and one of the real focuses he had was to somehow climb a route on El Cap even though this would be without benefit of much background or experience and while he was quite young. He clearly was adventure-oriented and probably saw also in climbing a way of becoming a man of quality even though at this time he already had a highly defined sense of self and good judgement. In fact we shared a number of personal characteristics. Many young guys had a roughly similar desire, but couldn’t network or develop the possibilities into a plan so either after years of somewhat hapless camping they finally would get up something or just eventually disappear. CJ was on the alert to these perilous scraggly California types though and would not descend to the dirtbag druggy society many in camp wriggled in self-destructively. In fact he was a bit amazed by them.
He immediately had made sure to meet Bridwell. Jim was always open-minded and on the lookout for promising talent, fresh new faces and so took him out some. Jim could even be thought of as a kind of Welcome Wagon Neighbor. He introduced CJ to the rest of us, giving him his imprimatur. I had recently finished the Salathe Wall solo and was ready to do much more after a couple of weeks of deep rest. Having just backed off a solo of a second ascent attempt of Tis-sa-ack when I realized I had only one hammer, I really wanted to still get up more big routes right away, but maybe with a partner or two instead. Solo tedium had become more than I could face again. I was thrilled to be going up on a big route with an actual fellow human this time, certain it would be much more fun than days of backbreaking solo work.
I don’t remember, CJ and I must have done a small climb or two together in the days before we walked up that afternoon, all the way past the major lines, and on into El Cap Chimney, where the West Face began. This four-year old route had had only about three or four ascents by this point, was nearly untouched, was still aided A4, and had some 5.9 and 5.10 on it. So no one was seriously looking at it as a free route yet. Twelve years after the first ascent, it did become a 5.11b climb in 1978 of incomparable quality. Royal had placed only one bolt on the whole FA and from the few accounts, it was a fun interesting venture, highly featured, reasonable and wonderfully remote with some big ledges available, perfect for CJ’s starter El Cap route.
Establishing a makeshift bivy in the talus at the base of the sweeping smooth slabby lower portions of this remote wall in the summer afternoon warmth deep inside what is called El Cap Chimney, we climbed some sketchy mixed hard aid and free moves to sink our teeth into the wall getting a steep slabby pitch fixed with our spare time. I was in well-practiced form, and he told me as he watched, that he was really encouraged starting this 20 pitch wall with someone who was experienced. His comment surprised me, as his usual approach towards everyone was reserved, a little standoffish and watching. We had fun that afternoon, and were both excited to be going on this adventure, way away from the current madness further toward the road, down the complicated terraces up which we had just labored in the Valley heat. We had our own private gorge, and a beautiful El Cap wall above us, still radiating warmth all around us as the sun left for this August night.
At dawn, we ran up our line fixed the night before to begin the route in earnest in the chill. This lead involved a mixed traverse to a vertical section that contained the only original bolt on the entire wall. Reaching this spot, my plan had always been to bypass RR’s one and only bolt if I could and when I got there, I saw a hard hook move would do this. But it was a very difficult hook move that dumped me onto a lower angle apron 15 ft below when the badly designed Chouinard hook pivoted. Having all the wisdom of years, of course I had a big Swiss Army knife in my front pocket, and landing on that apron with this stupid piece of equipment in there, and so I sustained a significant hematoma, a bad disabling bruise on my thigh. Suddenly my climb was now painful, and somewhat one-legged. Although the fall was a short 25-30 footer and must have seemed unimportant to CJ, for me everything had just changed. The young climber found he had a leader who was now in pain, had to work instead of glide upward all while making faces and groaning as if it really hurt. And eighteen pitches more to gain. But going down did not occur to me; we did not discuss it; I was willing to go through the process with this new trouble at hand and would not turn back.
I redid my hook placement, succeeded in passing the bolt and so reached the belay a few feet above the hook move. We just kept going. But every step up with that leg meant a surprising amount of agony, and not one to whine or garner sympathy, I had a hard time thrilling to the wonderful things around me or to the elaborate trail we were following up the multi-featured and ornate wall.
I felt CJ sink back into himself as he was forced to functionally share in someone’s misfortune, however mutely, as if I had him hostage. Even though we continued on swiftly and in fact ended up doing the fastest ascent of the route to date and even though we could obviously do the route, he disdained the emotional aspect of my predicament, the grimacing and what must have seemed to a young guy, almost a maudlin “acting out” by me as I made myself work with what I had regardless of how harrowing this pain was. He silently kept himself engaged to the task of getting up the wall, perhaps also still worrying that his safety might fall in jeopardy despite the fact we were doing very well.
We gained a long slanting dihedral a couple of hundred feet long where the crux aid was purported to be, and a hanging belay was set up for the last pitch in this formation. CJ took this engaging lead, climbing brilliantly, and in preparing for it coldly and hardly jokingly said something about how he had all his belayers do something or other, concerned with racking of equipment, as if he were the seasoned old pro and I was just a helper housekeeper. I have to imagine I had made a mess of the rack to get to this belay. It was a comment that in other circumstances would have been funny and a cute teasing jab by a younger man at a slightly older slightly wiser one, but in our state, it rested between us, ugly, as his only pronouncement and acknowledgement that I was hurt and suffering; instead of being a concession to me in friendship it took on the mantle of disrespect and distaste.
So just as the fall had in a second changed the spirit of the climb, suddenly upon this utterance I no longer had to keep wondering if teenage CJ had any humanity towards me. I concluded that his determination was really his picture and as the rest of the climb unfolded I now would feel pointlessly alone in pain, and used in the sense that this young guy and I would not have been up here if it weren’t for my background but that he would enjoy denying me common respect and friendship. It seemed we were both soloing now. Because I was somewhat disabled and worse, in real pain, he could entertain the fantasy he was up to the challenge alone, discarding me on some level in a narrowly conceived boyish competitive fantasy, regardless of whom I was in the community.
Later we found a spot for the one bivouac we would need and on which we had planned. It was a ledge comfortable for one man and a very unusual squeezy horizontal slot nearby that could house another climber. I quickly evaluated the choice and knew to play a ruse here. I wisely yielded the ledge to CJ and took the slot, mostly vanishing from sight in it and at first loving its imagined embrace, enjoying the nearly complete shelter from night breezes along the giant El Cap face. Also I avoided having to be side by side with this partner with whom I had become unhappy. Later on peeing would prove to be a big hassle from the slot and staying in one head orientation for hours and hours with only an inch or so extra space for me in this kooky space was also annoying. CJ really liked his copious, classic open ledge for a while but later had to face the elements as night wore on, growing cold.
By 4 PM the next day we reached the summit, 20 pitches above the ground, thinking the route was intricate, interesting and not horribly hard. We did not really think about making it go all free very much although looking back, it could have gone even in 1971 eight years before Lakey and Jardine bagged it. The summit meant the end of our having to work together and the certain delicious return to really true selfishness enjoyed on the ground and in camp. CJ left for home soon; I went on to climb the Hourglass left side among other routes, and in a few years was no longer climbing on a professional level as law firm and estate construction grabbed most of my time and energy. I heard that CJ started an arborist business back in his hometown in Connecticut but got tired and angry suing customers and so then became an attorney, a good use of his intelligence and particular impressive energy.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
one pass away from the big ditch
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Thx Peter for posting that.
A stuck Sunday after noon in the burbs just changed to a thought provoking time spent looking into the guidebooks.
An interesting theme often runs through Wall climbing. An archetypal notion of distance and closeness. Never both at the same moment, but always shifting, always in balance, always related. What comes of those two paths yields the future, and memory. What differs is the perspective from whence we view them. Monumental, Antiquarian or critical?
thx,
Munge
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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That's a nice tell Peter,
-What I call the back side of life; it ain't all wine & roses and charging forth, bright face into the wind,
But great things still get done.
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Thanks for the TR Peter.
Nice route. The first time I did it was with Corbett in a long day back in 1982, or so. I had worked until almost midnight and met him in the bar. We planned on Sentinel but when I arrived, he said, let's go for El Cap! My eyes got wide. We woke up a friend and borrowed some gear, and I hiked off with him, having not slept.
We started in the dark and the first two pitches weren't fixed like they are now. It was pretty stiff aid such that when Corbett cleaned my lead on pitch 2, I watched his headlamp light skip across the face as just the weight him jugging the rope zippered a few pieces.
I got my thrill on the next pitch when I cleaned two cams behind a tv sized block. The block came off in my hands and I aikidoed it past me but it sailed right toward the loop in the rope where I tied in short for jugging. I yelled "Holy Shit!!" and then there was silence until the block barely missed the rope and make a tremendous crashing sound when it disintegrated at the base. Finally yelled up to Mike that I was OK. Everything went fine until we hit the top about 7 and decided our chances of survival would be enhanced by walking down the falls trail instead of the East Ledges.
There was still snow on the rim, we got separated and Mike had both headlamps. I caught up with him just as it became pitch dark. I think we basically rescued a couple T-Shirt and Shorts folks crawling down the falls trail with no moon and no light but lots of mist!
Good times that I wouldn't care to repeat.
But I did repeat the route years later leading in blocks with a 17 year old kid. WAY faster than the first time. (helps not having to nail for starters)
Peace
Karl
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Mimi
climber
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Thanks for posting these most interesting climbing stories.
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WBraun
climber
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Peter
CJ came through here this summer and he asked; "Where's Hann?"
I said he's busy growing grey hairs like all the rest of us ........
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deuce4
Big Wall climber
the Southwest
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Sign me up for a future book (with photos!) of these great days.
I climbed the Hourglass Left with Werner one day and the name Peter Haan has always been one that reminds me of that fine adventure. Hope to meet you someday.
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Jello
Social climber
No Ut
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Good story, Peter. It's not always the climbs that go smooth that we remember the longest. In fact, the experience of an epic seems to get seared into the brain.
I've been lurking on this forum occassionally over the last few months, and I've come to the conclusion I'd like to join in with such an interesting group (there's always room for jello!)
4th Ascent of the NA Wall:
In the spring of 1970, my brother, Greg, Eric Eliason and I started up the North America wall, which at that time had only been climbed three times. All three of us were still in our teens, but we'd each climbed a few walls already and had plenty of skill and energy for the route. But Greg was more into short, hard free climbs at the time, and Eric had a new girlfriend. At the third belay those two informed me that they really weren't up for the climb, and wanted to go down. Well...I've never been one to try to talk my partner(s) into continuing when they didn't feel good about things...but an idea di come to me.
Since we had three ropes, I asked Eric and Greg to fix them as they went down. Once down, they agreed to go to Camp 4, and find me a partner and send him (not too many gals climbing the walls back then) along promptly. Foolproof plan! My two friends had descended about 1:00pm, and such was my faith in the universe that I was surprised that when dusk rolled around, my unknown companion had yet to materialize. Impatient, I decided to drop down the ropes and round someone up for myself.
Just as dark arrived and I touched ground, I heard a puffing and huffing in the woods, shortly followed by the appearance of Don Peterson, recently of Tis-a-ack(sp?) with Robbins fame. Although Don was ready to go, we decided, since it was dark, we might as well go get some shut-eye in Camp 4, and start up in the morning.
I had met Don once before, and I think we had done a climb together - maybe the west face of Rixon's, or something - but we were pretty much strangers. Back in those days I had total confidence, however, and didn't think twice about taking on one of the world's hardest rock climbs with a fellow I hardly knew. Hell, all I cared was that he could climb - and I knew he was good at that!
Well, Don and and I made a pretty darn efficient climbing team, and got up the thing in four days, which was good time for the day. But those four days seemed like an eternity to me, as Peterson raged his way up the wall. I would sit quivering in my belay seat as he followed my pitches, bellowing about this over-driven pin, or that improperly executed pendulum. Meekly I'd pass him the gear slings, saying nothing as he clambered monstrously past me and leap-frogged up his leads.
Don's last lead took us to the top of the wall. When I jumarred up, I was really happy to find my girlfriend, Christie, and buddy, Cactus, waiting for me. Don, however, was nowhere to be seen. Christie informed me that he had simply arrived at the top, anchored the rope and hauled the bag; saying very little to her or Cactus. Then Peterson unroped and walked off, leaving ALL the gear behind!
Needless to say, I was glad to have Cactus and Christie's help in lugging the gear down the trail. I didn't see Don again for about ten years. We finally met up again at a party at Paul Sibley's house outside of Boulder. We laughed a bit about our one climb together, and had a few beers. He seemed to have mellowed quite a lot, and an old ghost was put to rest...
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WBraun
climber
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Great story jello, just great.
In 71 when I was on the Nose, I watched Meed Hargis and John Rosskelly smoke that NA wall in 2 in a half days over there.
Just pins and sh#t like that. No nuts, cams, just pins and a hammer man.
You hear me Piton Ron.
Hahahahaha ............
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Jello
Social climber
No Ut
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Yeah, Werner. What was it about those northwest guys back then - Schmitz, Madsen, Hargis, Roskelley. They could nail like no one's business!
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WBraun
climber
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Kim didn't use a wall hammer, he used a sledge hammer. No sh#t man, a freaking sledge hammer. Bridwell told me Kim would hit the pins so hard he'd knock the eyes off em.
I've seen .......
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Wonderful stories!
Gordie Smaill and Neil Bennett did the fifth ascent in 1971 (?), in a bit over four days. One of about six El Capitan routes that Gordie did, and he tended to be fairly fast. Though Gordie didn't overdrive his pins - he had a big fall off the last pitch of the NA, later a huge fall of Sacherer Cracker (broke his leg), and a big fall in Squamish later.
Anders
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WBraun
climber
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Yep Anders we all remember that one.
Ole Gordie comes back from the bar one night and trips over the fire grate in C4 face first into the ashes. He stayed there all night face first in those ashes.
Hahahaha he looked pretty good in the morning when we walked by .....
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Gordie is alive and well, living in Nanaimo, and working for the government. And climbing very well - as do his kids. He went to Cuba a year or two ago, to climb. Not every day you get a chance to poke a finger in the eye of Fidel and George at the same time.
Neil Bennett lives in North Vancouver, a land surveyor, also still climbing well.
Anders
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 9, 2006 - 12:28am PT
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Thanks Deuce, Mimi, J-Lo, Werner, Karl, Tarbuster, Mungie and Anders,
Thanks for your great contributions and comments! And Deuce we shall meet, can’t wait. You are one of my heros.
It was with some worry that I set out to write this story this weekend, with the free time I had on hand resting at home. Most of my writing here has been funny. Although the climb went well the experience was a bit tough for me as I was injured. And it was the first large climb I did with an actual person. CJ was a really impressive kid and I knew that he would be solid for life. In a sense we were the same issue, different vintages. Although he was very young at the time and lacking important emotional intelligence as anyone that age (18) would, I was lucky to have him with me, regardless of how the interactions turned out. Hopefully he learned something then and could carry it forwards. It is very cool for me to hear that he asked after me this summer. I am sure the climb was a big deal for him. It was the only El Cap route he did to my knowledge. I hope he is thriving.
Yeah the NW guys were driven by weather, like the Euros. You don’t have all day! I have some stuff to tell about being with Kim; we climbed together for awhile back in the day. It is going to be fun, promise.
I have some stuff about Pederson too, J-lo. He and I were beat out by Kroger and Davis on the Heart Direct route. But your stuff is even wilder!! I had not heard the NA tale. This story of his abandoning you on the summit stands as one of the worst tales of bad climbing behavior I have ever heard. He lives in Boulder apparently; I hear current stories about him even these days. Poor thing. Poor RR. DP probably lurks here btw.
Stand by, there are at least 20-30 more of these stories coming, albeit slowly!
best to you all, P.
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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It sounds like Robbins' portrayal of Peterson's personality in his article "Tis-sa-Ack" is accurate. (At least as of 1969/70.) A fine bit of writing - I've run into people who, not reading the fine print, believed it was written by all the people "speaking" - Robbins, Hennek, Pratt, Peterson.
Anders
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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Jello mentioned Peterson & Sibley,
I know those guys well, ha, maybe too well!
All from living here in Boulder the past 16 years; the rest is before my time.
I've encouraged Don to post up as he's got quite a round of slides from those days.
We'll see...
I wanna here more about Schmitz & Madsen nailing hard & fast.
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Russ Walling
Social climber
Out on the sand, Man.....
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Good one again Peter!
(got that package in the mail to me yet?...email me)
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Gunkie
climber
East Coast US
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Good stuff from everyone! Thanks for taking the time to write this stuff up and share. Someone needs to step up and publish a short series of volumes based on these accounts, ala Ascent. Personally, I'd like to see it as a hardbound, limited printing. I'd buy two; one for reading and one for keeping :)
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426
Sport climber
Buzzard Point, TN
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Great stuff as always Mr. Haan!
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Jello
Social climber
No Ut
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Peter-
Let's have more tales from you!
I actually had a good time with Don at the party. Really did exorcise the ghost. It's all a fond memory to me. now. Also, for effect and brevity, I may have omitted a few fine moments we had on the climb, in bivys talking about future climbing dreams, etc. And maybe I had earned some of Don's fury? Anyway, I wish him the best.
Anders-
Good to hear the old Squamish boys are healthy and climbing. Never met many of you guys, although I did do the Grand Wall with Don Serl, once. Always loved reading the old big wall accounts in the CAJ. They were much more immediate and real than the American, Robbins-style account (which had its' charms, too, don't get me wrong - the Tis-a-Ack story was to me his best effort, although as a young kid I was blown away by his story of the first climb of the NA, ergo my desire to repeat the climb).
Roy-
Long time, no see. I've been digging through your various threads and enjoying them immensely!
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Patrick Sawyer
climber
Originally California now Ireland
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Meed Hargis, he was a ranger back then wasn’t he Werner?
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WBraun
climber
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Not when he did the NA, Patrick. Couple of years later he became.
Mead walked by this summer while I was working, barely recognized him.
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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Hey All,
I agree that a compilation of these various stories by a few supertopians would make a nice printed volume. Peter Haan's story telling in particular has all the gravity, construct and draw of a good read.
Here's an idea which may supplement or introduce such a publication: Sewellymon will be putting together some questions for a Mark Powell interview and will likely contact a few of you to help with the formation. I hope this reveals some good formative insight to round out our historical interest.
Hey Jello,
Thanks for the compliment; check your email for Donny's phone number. Maybe a gentle nudge would be good for him, per some pictures or stories. He can be really smart and funny and might like to hear from you.
Cheers,
Roy
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Largo
Sport climber
Venice, Ca
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Keep those stories comming, Peter. Always sparks great memories.
Dale B. and i did the 2nd one day ascent of El Cap via the West Face, I think in '75 (but this hardly counted as a one day ascent becuase it's not really on the main wall). I was just out of school and was worried about not being in shape but we got to the big ledge before the sun hit the wall and soloed off and gained the top after only 5 hours. But I could kick myself for not looking closer and realizing the wall could have been free climbed. When I went back later I was amazed how easy the first two pitches (the leading crux) were (but without fixed gar the pro was a bit sketchy--bashies and smashed wires). No question you guys could have freed it back in '71, which would have been a giant coup. I always look at the West Face as "The one that got away."
Kindly submit more stories. How about climbing thin cracks with those fat fingers or yours??
JL
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Bart Fay
Social climber
Redlands, CA
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The elephant in the room that no one discuses.
JLargo. Author of several multi-topical short story compilations.
Why does this seem so obvious ?
JL books at Amazon.com
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Nov 16, 2008 - 10:43pm PT
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Great tales!
It's been 21 years since I did the West face in a day with Scott Burk, and 28 years since I did the N.A. Wall, so they were well back in the day, but reading these fellow's stories, I still feel lightweight!!
Great thread.
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Watusi
Social climber
Newport, OR
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Nov 16, 2008 - 10:46pm PT
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Great post Peter! You are one of our legends growing up! I got to do the west face free with Eric "E" Erickson in '81 (or was it '82?) and it was brilliant...
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scuffy b
climber
On the dock in the dark
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Nov 17, 2008 - 09:51pm PT
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Wow!!
Great story, Peter.
So this is the story that trolled Jello out of hiding?
Extra bonus, new and improved.
I'll comment on the Peterson touches in the thread.
Until fairly recently, I had believed that Robbins' article
on Tis-Sa-Ack was actually a collaborative effort (dopey me,
eh?)
Well, one of the things I recall is that Peterson was resentful
of the patronizing stance that Robbins took toward him.
So, among the reasons Peterson thought himself worthy of better
treatment from RR is that he had done all these walls, including
the NA Wall in a faster time than Robbins.
Isn't that how it goes?
Now we find out he hadn't done NA at all at the time of
the TIS-Sa-Ack adventure
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 17, 2008 - 11:10pm PT
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Scuffy,
This is interesting..... Tis-sa-ack FA was autumn of 1969. Jello's ascent was, he says, 1970. The Tis-sa-ack story hinges on Pederson's having done the NA BEFORE the Half Dome climb....How does that work? No clue. V. interesting. I think someone has the dates wrong; I can't imagine RR not having all the facts right. But Jello's depiction of the Don fury phenomenon was good. There were a few male screamers back then, maybe now too. Sacherer, Schmitz, DP. REALLY a drag to be within 1500 ft of them when the switch flicked on. I endured this on Vendetta and L. side of The Slack with Kim and it basically ended our partnership.
ph.
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'Pass the Pitons' Pete
Big Wall climber
like Ontario, Canada, eh?
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Nov 17, 2008 - 11:24pm PT
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I climbed the West Face almost in a day back in '95 before I retired from free climbing. It was late October and we reached Thanksgiving ledge in the dark, and rather than go for the summit we bivi'd there. We only had one sweater each and it soon became pretty cold. So I scrounged under the manzanitas and got a big pile of firewood, and we built a fire under the ledge to stay warm. Every hour or so I'd wake up cold, and toss some more wood on the fire. Actually had a pretty comfortable night.
I know I got all the pitches free, except for one 5.11 somewhere in the middle. I sure couldn't do that these days! And for that reason I consider the West Face one of my proudest El Cap routes.
Thanks for the stories, guys. Evidently I missed this one first time round. Looking at the date - the middle of the fall wall season - I know why!
Jeff - your experience with Don comes as no surprise, having read the classic "interview account" of the FA of Tis-sa-ack! too funny!
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 17, 2008 - 11:33pm PT
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No Sew, it was the NA wall. Re-read the RR article where he (DP) hisses about "it can't be any harder than what I did on the fifth (?) pitch of the NA".
Plus, irregardless, apparently DP jumared the first several pitches as a stand-in. I don't know, maybe Jello has his year wrong...???
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BEA
climber
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Nov 18, 2008 - 12:12am PT
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I should stay out of this sort of thing but this may help:
Don P and Mead Hargis had done a fast ascent of the Dihedral Wall in, I think, 1969.
Mead and Don had also been up a few pitches of the NA, to check it out I guess. I recall Mead telling me they had chopped a bolt (placed by the 2nd ascent party?) on the third pitch. This was prior to the Tiss-a -ack hullabaloo and is presumably to what Peterson refers in Robbins article.
Mead subsequently did the NA with John Rosskelly; there was an article he wrote in Summit about it.
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Nov 18, 2008 - 12:21am PT
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Robbins (in his own voice): "On the way up Don asked if there was anything on the North America Wall harder than the third pitch. I told him no - as hard but not really harder. Well then, he said, we shouldn't have trouble with the rest of it. Mead Hargis and I have been up the third pitch and it wasn't too bad. Oh really, I said. Well, it might be a little easier now because Hennek and Lauria had to place a bolt. Oh no, he said, we chopped it. We went right on by."
From "Tis-sa-ack", a fine bit of writing. No other references to the NA in the article that I could find.
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 18, 2008 - 12:57am PT
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thanks guys. that clears it up. It was so long ago, you know. Right Roskelley. Later on. How fun was that?!?!?
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mcreel
climber
Barcelona, Spain
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Nov 18, 2008 - 06:13am PT
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Thanks for another great read. I still have to give Anne-Marie Rizzi my nod for stories about partner problems, though.
I think I may have bivvied at the spot you mention, somewhere around the 8th or 9th pitch? The description seems familiar, but it was a while ago.
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rmuir
Social climber
From the Time Before the Rocks Cooled.
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Aug 23, 2015 - 04:42pm PT
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Damn. Looks like I'll need to go back and revise my resumé downwards, Peter. ;-)
We always thought we did the fourth ascent of the West Face back in 1972, but now I see we were way off. Dennis Bird, Jim Hoagland, Dominique Thomas, and I did the route in a single push back in September of 1972, and Dominique always (probably rightly) believed that he did the first French ascent, being a French national and certified French guide and all.
We had a very fun time, and the larger, four-man ascent meant that we had lots of supplies, shared hauling, and loads of time to relax and enjoy the adventure of our first serious big wall.
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Bad Climber
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Aug 23, 2015 - 09:00pm PT
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Interesting stories, and thanks for the bump. The West Face was my one and only El Cap route back in 1980. I was 18 at the time. One post above mentioned fixed ropes on the first two pitches? A pox on that. We had to do some genuine hooking, although there were a number of fixed copperheads. I, too, took a fall off a hook on the second pitch but fought my way through. A great adventure! We bivied twice--a nice, casual pace.
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climber bob
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Aug 24, 2015 - 05:25am PT
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I spent a night in that slot when I climbed the w f with mark appling bitd.
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