Trip Report
Cerro Torre; Merely An Attempt (Jan 2017)
Friday January 11, 2019 9:35am
This climb took place a few years ago, during the season many dubbed "the worst in the last dozen years." It felt like a magnificent triumph and a frightening failure, mixed in the same bowl, with a dose of type 2.5 fun, glimpses of natural beauty, two cups of rain, a tablespoon of knee deep trail-breaking, a teaspoon of 100 MPH wind gusts, cooked for four days on minimal sleep. Even though we were ambushed by a storm fifty meters below the true summit, the experience stands out as one of my favorite climbs because we worked well as a unit in face of constant flow of adversity, making rational decisions under stress and above all, surviving. Such experiences are what I hoped to find in the fringe world of Alpinism many years ago and a huge reason I picked up the ice tools in the first place, transitioning from a hiker. Only during journeys into hostile environments one may get a glimpse of a warrior they may have been if they lived in the days of the Samurai. Along with a meditative state of mind, concentration on one thing and one thing only because thinking about the politics while soloing or climbing loose runouts in the alpine may have a sad conclusion. Some people run ultras, some lift thousands of pounds, cycle hundreds of miles in a day, some climb mountains. All these activities involve pain and turn into journeys that force you to dismiss conventional mediocrity, leading to new appreciation of close people and everyday comforts we take for granted. Some of these experiences are hard to relay with words, impossible to repeat, for a huge majority such experiences will never become much more than the product of the imagination and I don't know if at this point the memory of this climb is at least partially a delusion, but why would I want it any other way?

The least rational decision of all was to attempt the climb of Cerro Torre - one of the most imposing peaks on Earth - in a 24 hour weather clearing, that was supposed to come after a few decent hours and a day long storm. It was followed by a slammer storm to close the brief clearing. To no surprise, we were the only team attempting the peak, which made the huge relief of the ice cap seem that much larger and intimidating. Being alone, in one of the fiercest places on earth makes you feel even more insignificant as you ponder about mortality and meaning of life. To get to the base we hiked, climbed and descended to camp in intermittent, rain, snow fall, high winds and a whiteout. Same approach to the West side of the Torres takes the huge majority of climbers attempting the peak two days in good conditions - we pushed it in one. Otherwise we would never get there in time for the clearing we aimed for.

Guidebook and photo overlays we saw online make the environment seem fairly straight forward - looks like you get to the West side, descent a bit and make a camp. So let me describe the approach as it really is - hike 10km (a couple of hours) to a huge lake on a popular trail - easy. A tyrolean traverse across a raging river will take you to the other side of the pond. Enjoy the trail for another hour and a half or so, do a few loose descents down some old sketchy ropes before you find your way on to a dry glacier. This dry glacier has hundreds of little streams that are large enough that finding a crossing over them is not an easy task and if you don't clear the jump over the raging river below, you will likely die. A little further down, climb piles of loose talus to Niponino. Most climbers reach this camp in 5-9 hours (depending on fitness level and the amount of gear they have stashed) and consider it to be a fairly difficult approach. Because we were going to the West side of the Torre, the difficulty was doubled, as we made our way further down the valley, broke trail up a complicated glacier, moving up towards the col. To get to the col we soloed steep steps of ice with large back packs, through windy whiteout. On the other side, we were unsure where to go, as the amount of terrain in front of you is overwhelming. With no visible mountains to figure out where the Cerro Torre really is, it was hard to make decisions of where to go or how to get there, as there seemed to be multiple options and multiple reasons why those options would not work out. Steep cliffs, big drop offs, fields of crevasses. It is a whole different world out there. A world we wanted to experience for ourselves on slightly different terms, yet at this point we had to figure out how to get to where we want to be, not wish for a miracle.

"Over the last four decades I have climbed on all seven continents. During that time it became apparent to me that Cerro Torre was the most magical mountain that I would ever encounter," wrote Jim Donini, one of the most accomplished mountain climbers I have met and was honored to go climbing with. Years ago, before meeting him, I read the article in which Jim labeled Cerro Torre as "the most magical mountain," did more research and was stunned by the perfect challenge it offers to a mountaineer, especially after the chopping of the Compressor route.

A long rugged approach to a place without cell phone service, no organized search and rescue teams, nor a major hospital anywhere close to little village of Chalten. Steep granite walls capped with vertical to overhanging ice mushroom coated with a layer of soft rime. A mountaineer hoping to climb this magnificent peak by its easiest route would have to be in top notch physical shape, have the ability to climb difficult ice (WI5), mixed terrain which could vary from M4 to M7 and mental toughness to dig a way up terrain I now could best describe as vertical cotton candy. Of course, when the conditions are great, which they are once in four to five years, these tunnels are icy enough to support pickets or ice screws and are already dug out by teams who climbed the peak previously. In fact, when the conditions are perceived as good by the majority, there are many teams going up. I have heard stories of such ascents - parties trailing ropes for the other parties below them. If the point of the Compressor Route chopping was rising to the peak's challenge, top roping the more difficult pitches of the Ragni and following a broken trail did not seem like a way up our party would enjoy, thus it influenced our decision of trying the route in marginal weather. Along with the attitude of "We climbed the Fitz Roy in a 20 hour clearing, so why not try?!"

But Torre isn't like anything else on Earth, and even when the notorious Compressor route was in place, the peak defeated many legendary mountaineers, including the above mentioned Jim Donini, who has done the first ascent of the Torre Egger. Torre Egger, is lower and visually not as impressive as the Torre towering above it, yet it is in fact a more difficult summit to reach. The Compressor Route, was not only a big bolt ladder, it was a climb that defeated, many of the most prominent climbers of the day, who would repeat it over, and over, and over again, hoping to reach the elusive summit. Stories of their epics surely felt close to our reality as we watched the updraft of wind push our ropes above our heads. "Will we find a place to make an anchor or an old anchor before we reach the end of our ropes?"

After descending about a thousand feet of steep slope, we hiked across some rocky slabs and onto a glacier. We gained another 500 feet or so to a wall where we dropped our sh#t and made camp, as we no longer had much energy to tolerate the freezing winds and were sick of the whiteout. The camp was actually quite nice, yet we had no idea if we were below the Torre or some random rock rib, as the visibility allowed did not allow much of a view. Here, we planned to rest for the next 24 hours as a storm passes through. The window we were shooting for was supposed to begin in the morning of the following day and continue for a day and a half. Unfortunately for us, the storm came in form of rain mixed with wet snow flakes and our sleeping bags got soaked by the humidity. We could not keep up with trying to dry off the interior of the tent, as drops of water kept on coming. Brian and I in one tent, with Garrett and extra gear in the other, we did not sleep, but only shivered through the night. I could be wrong but remember doing intermittent crunches through the night and talking with Brian about how f*#ked this whole situation is. This was the time when we were supposed to be recovering from a huge approach, not pumping out ab workouts! It was like being in some sort of a torture. You are drained from not sleeping well prior to the approach because you are anticipating the climb of a lifetime, then you get your ass handed to you by the exertion mixed with the environment and you can't close your eyes because you are wet, cold and feel like a used condom thrown out of a window during the New Year's eve celebration. "F*#k, f*#k f*#k, f*#king F*#K!!!" At some point we were so cold that we begun to spoon.

The sun did not come out in the morning as it should have and it continued to snow, so we continued to freeze for the next ten hours or so. We could not devour all of our food, as we packed spartan portions, so we warmed up some hot tea and continued with the cruntches and push ups. Finally, at 4 PM, our dreams of seeing the sun realized. Funny how it was no longer about climbing the Torre, all we wanted in life is to see the sun. The beauty of the surrounding landscape was overwhelming and the view of the four main summits along the Torre Massif was incredible. I have never seen anything like it, even in hundreds of photos I have looked at. Likely because not many have seen these peaks TOTALLY coated with rime, with not an inch of stone showing. We took some photos, attempted to dry out our gear as best as possible for the next few hours before the sun disappears over the ridge-line and dosed off for about 2-3 hours of sleep, again interrupted by the anticipation of the climb.

The alarm woke us up at midnight, it was the time to rise and shine. We slogged through deep snow to the base of the steeper slope, which required two tools and concentration while climbing unroped. We roped up for two pitches of mostly drytooling and unroped again for a long stretch of slogging up a huge snow slope. While belaying one of the pitches I was hit by a bout of sharp pain in one of my sides and had some doubts that I could continue, yet the pain went away without much explanation. The stars were out and it was a clear night. Breaking trail through deep snow sucked. We kept a steady pace, towards the col de la Esperanza. During the dark hours of night it wasn't clear as it seems from the route overlay where the col is and where to climb from there. Many vertical ribs of ice rise up above and we took what seemed to be the way of least resistance. After the initial hill, we reached sustained WI2-3 steps of ice which we continued to solo through the night. First sections of vertical rime came a few pitches before the top of Elmo, which isn't as fun and fuzzy as it sounds. I found a vertical chimney composed of vertical powder and made my way up to a seat on top, where I was able to make some sort of an anchor, belay and in turn dyno down and to the side of another slope, which was straight forward and took us to the top and towards another pitch which was actually pretty gnar and I was afraid we would have to bail, as Garrett dug through overhanging snow and took a gnarly fall on his first attempt to get over. We probably screwed up the route finding, as it shouldn't have been that difficult.

As we traversed from Elmo to the mixed pitches, we didn't really know where to go either, but found a way that felt like m7. M7 at least according to Mark Westman who said he took the same way on their attempt some years ago. It was difficult at the crux but damn fun. The headwall was steep and rimed over and we managed two more pitches of rime digging. At that point we collectively decided Garrett would do the rime stuff as the lightest climber who should have less trouble having his weight supported by this garbage. Unfortunately, as we reached the top of the ledge below the last pitch, we were met with the wall of hate. Ambushed, as it came over our heads from the South. Later, when we returned to town, a friend said he saw a few specs below the summit mushroom from Domo Blanco, but dismissed it as impossible, as there could be no humans on the Torre during this crap stretch of weather.

Constant fifty mile per hour winds and a whiteout, in addition to temperatures that kept me climbing in my down pants and a down jacket all day. We could no longer bail upward, the only sane way was down, over huge terrain further complicated by low visibility and rime ice - a sea of white fury all around. When the ropes were tossed down, instead they shot up. Moments when even the most delusional people realize, we don't belong, nothing with a heartbeat can survive here for long.
Half way down, the darkness of night took over, which led to more confusion about where to go. We ended up having to climb up a few pitches, traverse and get back on the proper descent path, which may sound simple, yet is further complicated by the dark, semi-whiteout and the howling wind. Many, many, many V-threads later and our ropes got stuck on the last rapell, we wasted more time retrieving them, but thank god Garrett led up to retrieve them. The aching toes had no other choice but to down-climb the last 500 feet of thin ice over rock back to terrain we could walk on. As we got closer to the tent, we saw the sun rise for the second time. A 29 hour tent to tent climb earned us two hours of rest, followed by a climb out via melting Standhardt col, which had to be done over loose mixed rock. At the time we had no idea how difficult it would be, yet we found a way up a decomposing rock ramp left of the waterfall. With our 40lb packs and rain fall, it felt M4-5R - instead of the WI3ish ice climb, which was flowing with water as the storm we were trying to avoid unleashed its fury when we reached the base. Climbing over was further complicated with huge chunks of ice falling from Aguja Standhardt. As I faced the last 40 foot section to the col, I could no longer avoid not climbing a waterfall and had to sprint up a solid 8 inches of flowing water over ice to Garrett's "get your Dan Osman on brother!"
Beat to sh#t on top of the col, we were met with huge wind gusts, which only intensified in force. If we had the will to record the experience, or give it the proper context, a common mind would describe it with one word, the apocalypse.

A couple hours later, near Niponino, the winds intensified to 80-100 MPH gusts which knocked all three of us onto the talus, multiple times. I have never experienced anything like it. In the Ukraine, we had a saying that made fun of skinny people, saying if you don't eat much, you will be taken away by the wind. In Patagonia, this saying wouldn't work, as unless you are a thousand pound boulder, your safety is not guaranteed.
This hike out is broken down into a two day affair by a huge majority that attempt Cerro Torre, we had to do it in a day due to the forecast of the strengthening storm, following a 29 hour climb. Crossing the glacier in such winds was a scary affair as getting hit with one of those gusts as you try to jump over a raging river of ice water would likely be grim, yet we made it over. And back to the trail, where we can mindlessly hike. From there we kept on hiking to Chalten in a dream-like state of confusion, totally dazed. Everything hurt, yet by now the body was numb to it. The rain is gone, the winds are tolerable, you are on a nice trail, you will not die here.

It was an outing which made me appreciate my partners even more. When real sh#t hit the fan, more than once, or twice, or thrice, our unit made rational decisions and stuck to the old climbing wisdom: "when we go to the mountains, we come back safe, we come back friends, and we go to the top. In that order. " We got damn close to the top, in fact it was the high point of the season at the time, and if mountains are meant to pose a challenge, not an opportunity to collect a trophy, we have succeeded by pushing our physical and psychological limits, yet the closure in form of 'to the top' part is missing. No matter what the deceptive mind will whisper, the summits do matter for those that dub themselves mountain-climbers, yet the experience will stand out among others. This time it was more than reaching a summit in good weather, this time was a battle that took us close to our goal and showed us we were capable of much more than we believe possible. This coming from someone who has soloed the Evolution Traverse onsight car to car (15,000 feet of elevation gain, 36 miles, 9 peaks above 13,000 feet, 8 miles of technical ridge traversing to 5.8) and completed the first solo of the Full Evolution Crest traverse in 3 days (probably close to 10,000 feet of elevation gain, or more, every day for 3 days in a row with about 25 peaks above 13,000 feet and some 5.9 here and there). Another cookie in the jar of cookies I can devour on my death bed portraying why the life was worth living.

The report below was written close to two years after the climb. I do not know why my writing muse waited so long, maybe I was hoping to bury this experience in the depths of my memory, maybe it took so long to process, or maybe the upcoming trip to Argentina is trying to wake up the beast in me that enjoys this sort of fun? I don't know, but if you got this far, thank you for investing your time and hope it influenced your day in a positive way.

Credit: Vitaliy M.

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The town of El Chalten with Fitz Roy skyline peaks

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Majestic Torre group with the moon setting in the background.

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Rainbows and unicorns out here...all the way :)

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Approaching the col

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Beautiful view of the peaks.

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Getting gnar on the way to Standheardt col

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Brian trying to get some water out of the sleeping bag after a 24 hour shiver/spooning fest. Was really bad.

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Frightening and beautiful

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Egger and Torre

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Let the fun begin

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No Santa but I chimney through powder :)

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Torre Egger looking like an ice cream cone

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Garrett Leading a pitch of overhanging gnar. On his first attempt he took a fall straight down to the ledge we belayed on and was unhurt, likely because he weights 110 lbs and has agility of a cat. When it comes to his climbing abilities, he sends wi6, m8/9s and can push it into 5.13. We likely messed up the route finding and were not in a proper runnel.

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Nice balcony with a view above Elmo

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Mixed pitches below the Headwall

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Nice and easy ice

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Got steeper and more technical below the m7ish crux at the exit

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Headwall was steeper than it looks in the photo - a sheet of rime over vertical ice with an overhanging exit.

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Another tunnel toward our high point. We did 3 pitches after the headwall and were a pitch below the top when the storm we already were in became unbearable and we got hit with a whiteout.

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Brian on one of the raps.

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Ice on Superdomo. Me leading, photo by Brian

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Another shot of the incredible Cerro Torre. If I could marry a mountain...

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Brian taking a photo of a beautiful sunrise on the way to Superdomo (Domo Blanco)

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Me on excoset, photo by Brian

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Tito, our host

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Hauling trash from the glacier

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Enjoying the views from Cerro Solo with Cutler brothers from Iowa

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North Pillar of Fitz

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Top of Medialuna

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Top of Fitz Roy, photo by Brian

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More Superdomo ice, photo by Brian

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Spreading Edward Lau's ashes from Superdomo. Wanted it to be from the will have to try again.

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Brian on top of De L'S

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Photo of me by Brian

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St. Exupary from the top of Ag. Rafael Juarez

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Supercanaleta raps at sunset

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Fitz Roy from Laguna de los tres trail

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And the dream lives on

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Vitaliy M.
About the Author
Vitaliy M. is an annoying gym climber from Visalia, CA.


Mountain climber
Timbers of Fennario
  Jan 11, 2019 - 10:13am PT
Looking forward to reading this when I have time. Good on you guys, crushing it. Garret is an old friend of mine from Ouray. Haven't seen him in years, but Wow, he really took off.

the east
  Jan 11, 2019 - 12:00pm PT
absolutely some of the best climbing images ive seen anywhere.

New Zealand
  Jan 11, 2019 - 01:06pm PT

San Jose, CA
  Jan 11, 2019 - 01:10pm PT
impressive story Vitaliy,
from hiker to word class mountaineer

San Jose, CA
  Jan 11, 2019 - 01:17pm PT
-"Does it feel different to be there without" good weather?
-" It's obviously much higher consequence"

Sport climber
  Jan 11, 2019 - 01:18pm PT

Fantastic photography.

Go... Go...

Trad climber
  Jan 11, 2019 - 01:43pm PT
Great report. If only I was 25 years younger those pictures would tempt me to go south

Trad climber
Punter, Little Rock
  Jan 11, 2019 - 01:45pm PT
Great TR! TFPU!

Trad climber
Santa Cruz, California
  Jan 11, 2019 - 02:17pm PT

Best of times Vitaly and hombres.

Trad climber
Ontario, Canada
  Jan 11, 2019 - 02:21pm PT
Truly magnificent Vitaliy!

  Jan 11, 2019 - 02:39pm PT
Very NICE Vitaliy !!!
Clint Cummins

Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
  Jan 11, 2019 - 03:00pm PT
Far beyond the epics I've known!!
Thanks for sharing.

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
  Jan 11, 2019 - 03:08pm PT
Amazeing! I don't read the glossys anymore but I hope some of these shots have made it into Alpinist.

Mountain climber
  Jan 11, 2019 - 03:44pm PT
TFP here as well as on your blog, V!

Great story and some incredible photos. I agree w/ecdh that your climbing images are as good as seen anywhere.

Trad climber
Save your a_s, reach for the brass...
  Jan 11, 2019 - 04:36pm PT
Wow. Thanks for sharing!

Trad climber
  Jan 11, 2019 - 04:36pm PT

Big Wall climber
Denver, CO
  Jan 11, 2019 - 04:43pm PT
The pics have me speechless. TFPU!
Stewart Johnson

Gym climber
top lake
  Jan 11, 2019 - 05:15pm PT
Top Notch!

  Jan 11, 2019 - 05:42pm PT
Thanks for posting up, V.

A long way from where I started
  Jan 11, 2019 - 06:28pm PT
At some point we were so cold that we begun to spoon.

Well, as I've written here in the past, ""It's not unmanly to cuddle if you're freezing to death"

And you were definitely into the "freezing to death" zone.

Great adventure Vitaly. Thanks for putting it up.

some eastside hovel
  Jan 11, 2019 - 07:16pm PT

Gym climber
Minkler, CA
  Jan 11, 2019 - 07:30pm PT
You better be freakiní safe on this trip!

If global warming speeds up Iíll join you down there in about 20 years.

Looking forward to the next set of pics and stories, TFPU
Myles Moser

Lone Pine, Ca
  Jan 11, 2019 - 10:58pm PT
Fantastic! Thank you. Kick ass!
Michael Browder

Mountain climber
Chamonix, France (Oregon originally)
  Jan 12, 2019 - 02:45am PT
Wow! I read the article which doesn't have the usual pictures interspersed in the text and thought, "Oh well, this is a fantastic story without pictures. Probably too gnar to use a camera in the moment." But when I saw all the photos after the story, i was blown away again. Fantastic write up/photography. Thanks Vitally! One of the best I've read.
Ezra Ellis

Trad climber
North wet, and Da souf
  Jan 12, 2019 - 02:49am PT
An incredible experience Vitality.

We all really appreciate your writing and photography.

Best of luck this season!
Cheers 🍻
norm larson

wilson, wyoming
  Jan 12, 2019 - 05:04am PT
Nice, Hope you have as much fun this trip and find more of what you are looking for. Beautiful photos.

Westminster Colorado
  Jan 12, 2019 - 08:34am PT
Thank you for that Vitaliy.

Social climber
wandering star
  Jan 12, 2019 - 09:07am PT
Scary and Gnar Gnar. You guys did reach the summit of extreme and survived. And folks think free solo rock climbing on a sunny day is dangerous lol. Talk about commitment. Three fingers of Gulp. And back you go into the breech. Awestricken. Cheers.
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

Out Of Bed
  Jan 13, 2019 - 10:14am PT
He Has Also Cut His Dress Size in Half...(har`har);^7

where would a V share be
without some silly small block (As Juxtaposition to emphasize how lucky others are)
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase
it's all about the 'smiling' sunny faces
Making the most of being trapped in small rock heaven, I'm blessed to ...
Making the most of being trapped in small rock heaven, I'm blessed to have a lifetimes worth of locals only rock to pursue.
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase

 woe & wowza!

you sick pups!!GREAT &AWESOME!

that's some twisted score.

mor'en this old video
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which brings up so many questions...
SO, you went & hid in Patagonia TO AVOID THE SCORN?
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Missing photo ID#549243
respectability restored.

you rox da world V Have a HAPPY GNAR`YEAR

Trad climber
  Jan 12, 2019 - 09:17pm PT
Amazing, thanks for your post

Monterey, Ca
  Jan 13, 2019 - 08:50am PT
I am not worthy.

Btw I love how the pictures came at the end. I was reading it thinking, "Jeeze, no pics?"

When I finally got to them I though, "Woa.. Holy Sh... WWWOOOOWWWWW!!!"

Mountain climber
  Jan 13, 2019 - 09:32am PT
I could not believe that people could climb such frost covered overhanging rocks.

P.S. I understand that rime is pretty solid, but when I look at such photos, my first impression is that this is soft frost.

Mountain climber
  Jan 13, 2019 - 09:32am PT
Wow! Thank you V for sharing.

Big Wall climber
  Jan 13, 2019 - 10:09am PT

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Way to keep the muse alive!

  Jan 13, 2019 - 05:53pm PT
thanks for taking time to tell some of "the rest of the story" in order to share a different perspective than the photos alone would have.

and so damn. beautiful. on both fronts.


Trad climber
Santa Monica, California
  Jan 13, 2019 - 07:06pm PT
"mixed ground", several orders of magnitude more extreme than anything I've encountered with that moniker. Wow! looking up that rime covered hanging pillar....hard to get my head around it.

Social climber
Sierra Eastside
  Jan 16, 2019 - 10:14am PT
Outstanding story and pictures. Thank you!

Trad climber
  Jan 16, 2019 - 10:42am PT
So good. Thank you so much for your efforts in sharing this with us. Well done on all counts mate.

  Jan 16, 2019 - 11:37am PT
Super Domo is looking like a peg board these days!!!

Good luck this year. Wish I was gonna be down there to hangout.
rodrigo MUJICA

Mountain climber
  Feb 5, 2019 - 02:31pm PT
My favorite Mt on earth!