Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Ironman Traverse

I imagine there is still some confusion about what exactly we’re doing when bouldering.  We’re climbing, but not very high, and why are the climbs we do when bouldering called “Problems”?  This post will hopefully lay some of those issues to rest, and give a clearer understanding of the problem solving component of bouldering.

Wes on the Ironman Traverse

The “Ironman Traverse”, pictured above, is a V4 boulder problem in the Buttermilks boulders in the midst of the Sierra Nevada’s.  The V rating is a pseudo-standardized way of describing a problems difficulty.  The problem itself is about a 20 foot long crack in a practically sheer granite face.  The problem starts at the left end of the crack and continues along it to the right, until you top out over the right lip.  The crack starts out as a thick shelf that juts out at 90 degrees to the face, the only problem is that the face is overhung by about 30-40 degrees, making for an awkward slopey handhold.  The shelf only gets smaller as it continues out to the right, until if fades completely and there are only scattered crimps below the right hand lip.  The footholds start off fairly solidly on the left side and practically disappear on the right side.  All of these factors combine for a challenging start and an even more difficult finish. (Notice the slope of the wall in the photo in contrast to how I’m standing.)

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The reason why these short, yet very intense, climbs are called problems is that it’s the perfect word.  Each move has to be carefully considered and puzzled out, and there are times when the right Beta (information about the climb) will make a certain move much easier.  When we are climbing we are not simply throwing ourselves dumbly at a wall hoping that we’ll be stronger the next time.  Rather, we are constantly rehearsing the moves we are capable of and trying to figure out the kinetic problem that the particular boulder presents us with.  In the following video you’ll be able to see that process.  We filmed ourselves attempting the last move over and over again, and you should be able to see the way the movement changes.  As we progress, we figured out how to use the left sided heel hook instead of throwing ourselves at the lip again and again.

 

Monday, August 23, 2010

The latest pictures

We’re chilling at a coffee shop in Bishop after a good day of climbing.  We met some guys who had been here before, and they pointed us towards a rope swing in a nearby river.  Once there, we met a family that was camping out.  They gave us the location of  nearby hot springs which we’re gonna go check out after dinner and a movie.  Classy, I know.  Anyhow, here are links to my latest photo albums.

Santa Cruz:http://cid-3ed9a50b38f67a46.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=play&resid=3ED9A50B38F67A46!778&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=GetSharingLink

Yosemite: http://cid-3ed9a50b38f67a46.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=play&resid=3ED9A50B38F67A46!691&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=GetSharingLink

Let us know what you think.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

I'm Back! From Santa Cruz to Yosemite and Beyond!

On a cloudless, clear night, there is a time, right after sunset, when the sun still lights the sky even though it can no longer be seen, holding back the dark, making the sky a uniform texture, soft like felt, deep blue directly overhead and lightening to white way down on the edges. Lying on your back, you can look up a that sky and get lost, lose all your points of reference, coming unmoored on the soft surface of the blue above your head. There are no stars yet, the sun is too bright still, and so you have nothing to look at. Nothing to tell you that the universe continues on beyond the sky. It is as if you have entered a deep, blue fog, the thickest imaginable. You get lost instantly. Your eyes slide and skitter, unable to focus on anything, and soon your vision starts to swirl as your brain processes visuals that aren’t actually there. You are unmoored, unbound, unhinged. But then, suddenly, you see it. The first start, the brightest and strongest, has shone through the suns dying rays, and your whole vision changes. In an instant, you focus, you know where you are once more. That single star, a lone, comforting point of reference, brings you back to the world. You are no longer lost forever, drifting in the blue, but anchored once again, able to navigate, able to see, able to live.

I’ve been gone for a while I know. I’m going to take the easy way out and blame everything on filling out my secondary applications for medical school. Which is totally legitimate. Those things are not fast and easy, let me tell you.

I started writing this post in Santa Cruz, but Joseph was quicker off the mark with his post (no secondaries for him you understand), so I’ll be brief about it. Surfing was awesome, although I too would have liked those waves down on 41st Street. The boardwalk amusement park was shocking to my desert trained senses. I had to go sit in a darkened room with a book for an hour afterwards due to the neon and crowds. And I burned the strangest places on my face: my nose (not so strange), the skin above my upper lip but below my mustache (a little stranger), and the place under the eye where you usually see bags, except mine were red with white streaks through them where my skin folded while I was squinting on the water (strangest). Apparently I looked odd enough to be greatly amusing to an 8-year-old boy in an In-N-Out.

We left Santa Cruz at about 3 last Thursday. Joseph drove, and displayed an almost demon-like intensity in his desire to beat rush hour traffic in San Jose. I fed him Kettle chips to calm him down. We arrived in Yosemite that evening, set up our tent, and passed out. Apparently surfing is a tiring sport. Nobody told us this before we decided to go surf four days in a row.

The next day we rallied, managing an nice 4 or 5 mile hike in Mariposa Grove, which is full of redwoods. There is one called the Grizzly Giant that is 92 ft in circumference, with limbs larger than any other tree around, the California Tunnel Tree, which you can walk through, the fallen Wawona tunnel tree, which you used to be able to drive through, and my personal favorite, the Telescope Tree, which you can walk into, tilt your head back and look straight up to the sky. Somehow, maybe by fire, the entire inside of the tree got hollowed out into a tunnel, with the tree still living around the outside. It is very strange, and very awesome. (If you seem to have read this before, I apologize to you for my plagiarism and will make it up to you under a tree very soon.)

Here we see the view from inside the Telescope Tree…






and a view of Joseph inside the Telescope Tree.




Oh yeah, and we saw a bobcat.





Yesterday, we powerized up the Four Mile trail in Yosemite Valley. Of course, first we had to stop and ogle El Capitan for a while, since it is probably the most famous rock wall to climbers in the world.



There are people up there, you just can’t see them!

Back on track, the trail is technically 4.6 miles, but I think they rounded since it is only the first four miles that go straight up the valley wall. That last six tenths of a mile is just a cool down. The view on the way up was spectacular, as you can see from this picture of Joseph.




So was the view at the top, only slightly lessened by the fact that you can drive up to the exact same place. We just looked around and felt superior, knowing in our hearts that WE had HIKED up to Glacier Point. Nobody noticed. Anyway, here’s a video.





I also decided to do a balancing act on the railing.




Just kidding. There’s a large ledge like three feet below me (it’s like a small meadow Mom, I swear!)

Today, we made a quick stop in Tuolumne Meadows on the way back east towards Bishop. Joseph was not feeling his best (we suspect altitude sickness), so I ran up to the top of a big dome like a small child, hopping and skipping most of the way.




Then my feet realized they were not longer attached to a child, and demanded that I bathe them in a cool lake.



I did so, and then skipped back to the car to rejoin poor Joseph.

Now we are back in a coffee shop in Bishop. Two more days of bouldering before we head back to San Francisco to part ways for a time. We’ve noticed recently that we are thinking the same things at the same time far too often to be healthy. It is time to regain our individuality. Individualities that is! See you soon!


Thursday, August 19, 2010

Surfing Santa Cruz

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It has been such a long and difficult Summer of climbing, that Wes and I decided to take a little vacation and head down to Santa Cruz, CA for four days of surfing.  It was well worth it. 

We left San Francisco, which was fantastic and deserves it’s own post, at about 7am in order to make our lesson in Santa Cruz at 8:45.  We rented some 9ft soft top boards and some cold damp wetsuits and made our way to the water with our group lesson.  The initial lesson itself was somewhat useful, they told us how to paddle, how to stand up, and what to do once up.  Once we got in the water, the teachers were mainly there to push you into the waves.  We both caught our first wave at about the same time, and I’ll admit, surfing can definitely be entertaining.  I wasn’t quite prepared for the insane amount of paddling you do, and after 4 hours in the water we were both exhausted.  We checked into our motel and passed out. 

Over the next 3 days our surfing definitely improved, though the waves stayed mostly mediocre.  The best waves I saw were at the break by 41st street in Capitola.  It was just set after set of beautiful 3-5 ft waves.  I took the above picture there.  Apparently though, you need to be pretty good to go out or the locals will give you a hard time.  With our 3 days of experience we didn’t quite cut it.

The view south of Capitola from 41st.

Looking South from 41st street.

We spent a our last night out in Santa Cruz.  Our surfing technique had improved the point where we weren’t completely exhausted by evening. We went for a walk down the pier and then continued on to the Carnival/Amusement Park on the shore. 

We finally got to see the Sea Lions we’d been hearing while we surfed.

Sea Lions!!!

I even found Wes’ counterpart Sea Lion, off by himself, away from all the ruckus.

This is Wes in Sea Lion form.  All the other ones are making a ruckus and he's just doin his thing.

There were a bunch of penny pressing machines along the pier, and Wes indulged himself.  He even recruited a small child to help him.

Wes has started collecting pressed pennies, from across the country. Sometimes we recruit children into labor for us.

I wanted the burgeoning pressed penny collection to be properly honored so I threw down for a booklet.

Wes was casually tossing his pennies into his pencil box.  I figured he needed something to make it way more legit. And there it is! "The Squished Penny Pocketbook".  It doesn't get more legit than that.

The Amusement Park was pretty legit, but after months climbing in the wilderness, that amount of neon can be deadly.  So, after an hour or so of wandering around the Carnival like cavemen in Tokyo, we retreated to bed.

The Carnival/Amusement Park in Santa Cruz.  It made me think of LARPing (don't ask if you don't know).  Which made me think of something else, fondly.

We are currently in the car on our way back to Yosemite and Bishop.  We’ll let you know how it goes.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

A quick update on the latest…

 

Hey everyone, I’ve recently posted albums on our latest adventures which I will now present to all of you.

New Mexico and Shelf Road

The state is baller (ask Paul Rosenberg if you don’t know what this means).  We spent most of our time at the Enchanted Tower.  The climbing was awesome, I loved it.  It was pretty overhung and juggy, with big powerful moves in between holds.  My type of climbing.  So much so that I sent my first 5.11.  I tried to get this video to play in fast forward but I don’t have the necessary software.  So feel free to skip it.

Joseph sending Ooey Gooey a 5.11 at the Enchanted Tower. (also for those still trying to figure out leading, notice how I clip in)

We also got to meet some really nice people from Albuquerque, ate a bunch of pie, and checked out the cleverly named “Very Large Array”.  It’s a huge radio telescope.  Enjoy this video of us exploring the parabolic properties of the dishes.

We then headed North to Shelf Road, CO, another wonderful climbing destination.  The climbing here was more Wes’ style though, crimpy and balancy.  There were a bunch of nice climbs though, and we met a group of guys on a “man-cation”.  They were pretty entertaining.

Here is the photo Album from that portion of our journey. http://cid-3ed9a50b38f67a46.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=play&resid=3ED9A50B38F67A46!282&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=GetSharingLink

Boulder, CO

Next up was Boulder, which was absolutely fantastic.  Wes has already posted about boulder more lyrically than I can, but let me just say it’s beautiful and the people we met there were wonderful.  I’ll let the pictures say the rest.

But before that, a wonderful video of Wes-on-coffee.  Don’t even ask about Wes-without-coffee, those are dark days.

http://cid-3ed9a50b38f67a46.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=play&resid=3ED9A50B38F67A46!345&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=GetSharingLink

Rifle, CO

After about a week of chilling, hiking, climbing, and partying we convinced our wonderful hostess, Kika, to join us as we traveled west to Rifle. Rifle is right next to a wonderful shotgun canyon, no more than 20 ft wide at its narrowest with steep overhanging (Limestone?) beautiful cliffs. 

A video montage of Rifle’s awful (original definition – full of awe) cliffs.

Unfortunately, it was pouring when we arrived so we only got one day of climbing in, but I did learn how to drive a stick shift in a hailstorm.  Luckily, Kika’s car, and her nerves, survived and the next day was legendary, as these pictures should show.  I also got up my first 5.12 while at rifle.  It wasn’t pretty, I took a take at every draw at least, but I made it to the top which was an exciting accomplishment for me.

http://cid-3ed9a50b38f67a46.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=play&resid=3ED9A50B38F67A46!431&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=GetSharingLink

Kika’s photo’s from Rifle before her camera died.

http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=jdtarsi&target=ALBUM&id=5503297490118649169&authkey=Gv1sRgCIuomsfUxaXWfg&feat=email

Arches National Park

NM, Boulder, Rifle, Arches 196 Notice the little girl in the background.

Amazing.  Everywhere we looked here were beautiful sandstone cliffs in the most amazing formations.  It was a day of wonder.

NM, Boulder, Rifle, Arches 225 Stitch

http://cid-3ed9a50b38f67a46.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=play&resid=3ED9A50B38F67A46!450&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=GetSharingLink

The Grand Canyon

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It’s really big.  Super grand in fact.  My only word of advice is “Don’t fall in.” While we were there, a guy fell for the first 300 feet.  It’s a lot of scree and trees so he only broke an arm and a leg, but… just don’t do it.

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The End.

That takes us to the beginning of California, which I will leave for another post as this has gotten way to long anyhow. and Wes is very hungry.

Zen and the Art of Climbing Terminology

 

Hey everyone,  Sorry we’ve been out of touch for a while.  We thought it would be helpful to provide a short description of climbing terms and such, so that you all could become part of our jargon-y world, and know what we are talking about.  Here are some of the most basic forms of climbing.

Top Roping

Top Roping is the most basic form of climbing.  It is what most people do at gyms when they begin climbing, and it simply means that the climber’s anchor is above their head (on top).  When the climber begins climbing he (or she) is at the bottom of the climb and is tied in to one side of the rope, the rope continues up from their harness through some sort of anchor (some manner of fixed protection, it could be bolts on a wall, or could be a pipe that a rope is wrapped around like you will find in most gyms) and continues down to where your belayer is attached.  As the climber moves upwards, the belayer simply takes in the excess rope generated and keeps the rope taut.  If at any point the climber lets go of the wall and rests on the rope, they will essentially stay in the same place and the rope will catch them

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Here I’m topping a 5.11 in Shelf Road.  Notice how the rope goes upwards from my harness.

Lead Climbing (Sport/Traditional)

Lead Climbing is similar to top roping in that the climber and belayer are attached by a rope.  Except in this case the anchor is dynamic, and the climber moves the rope through different anchor points as they climb.  When Sport Leading there are a series of permanent stainless steel bolts placed into the wall throughout the route.  These bolts are usually 5 – 15 ft apart, and serve as the the temporary anchors for the rope until the climber reaches the top of the climb and can set a more permanent and secure anchor.

To clarify, when the climber begins climbing, the rope is connected directly from him to the belayer with no intervening anchor so any fall at this point is a ground fall.  As the climber begins climbing he will clip one end of a quickdraw (two carabiners connected by some sort of sling or nylon webbing) to the permanent bolts in the wall and clip his rope through the other end of the draw.  This creates a new anchor for the climber. 

The scary part of leading are the falls in between the bolts.  As the climber moves above his most recently clipped bolt his potential fall increases at twice the rate that he is climbing.  So, if the climber is 3 ft above his last bolt his fall potential is at least 6 ft.

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Here I’m on an easy route at Shelf Road.  Notice the path of the rope.  It travels through my most recent quickdraw creating a temporary anchor, and continues to Wes at the bottom.

Traditional Leading is when the climber places their own protection instead of using permanent bolts.  There are various devices that when properly placed into cracks in a rock wall will hold thousands of pounds of force.  We don’t climb trad.

Bouldering

Bouldering is the act of climbing smaller boulders while unroped.  Bouldering problems usually have very intense difficulties and seem to condense the hardest moves of a route into a short climb.  When bouldering you should have a couple crashpads (mattress-like pads) under you and some spotters to help with the falls.

Alpine Climbing

We don’t do this.  It involves a ton of gear, experience, and long slogs through crappy weather.  Someday maybe.

General Terms

Crimp – any really small hold that you can only fit your fingertips on.

Sloper – a hold with no positive features (or really crappy ones) so that you are mostly relying on friction.  Think of the top of a basketball, no real “holds” but you could hang on it… for a little while

Jug – any great hold that is easy to grab.

Flake – a section of rock that has separated from the general face and has formed a gap.

Pockets (2/3 finger) – any sort of small hole you can only get a couple (sometimes one) fingers in to pull on.

Cracks – A crack in the rock.  Most trad climbing revolves around cracks since you can place fairly secure gear in them.  There are also unique climbing techniques associated with cracks, that I won’t go into since I”m mostly ignorant of them.

Smears – Pressing your foot against the wall where there are not specific holds is called smearing.  It sucks, but sometimes you need to do it.

Sidepull – Any hold that’s oriented so that the best way to hold it is to put lateral pressure on it.  Think of pulling shut a sliding door.

Gaston – The inverse of sidepull (kind of).  Think of pulling open a sliding door so that your hand is eventually pushing outwards with the thumb pointed downwards.  That’s a gaston.

Mantle – pushing upwards off the flat of your palm.  Think about getting out of a pool.

Dyno – Any sort of Dynamic Motion, essentially jumping on the rock, or making any sort of movement that can’t be stopped halfway.

Stemming – Using legs and arms in opposition to themselves and one another to work your way up a climb.  Most often useful in Dihedrals.

Dihedral – A section of cliff where two faces meet.  Think about climbing up the inside corner of a cube.

Arete – The outside corner of a cliff.  Think about climbing up the outside corner of a cube.

Redpoint/Send – Climbing a route without a take or a fall.  You never rest on the rope when climbing, so you could theoretically do the climb unroped or free.

Flash – Sending a route that you haven’t attempted before, but you have talked to people about it, checked it out, and planned your moves.

Onsight – Sending a route that you have never seen before.  Essentially, walking up to a climb and doing it first time.

Beta – Any sort of information about the climb.  It could be which way to go at a certain section, what hold to grab, what to avoid…. anything.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

The Rain Cometh

Today, we took a drive up to Rocky Mountain National Park, planning to do a nice hike to the summit of Twin Sisters Peaks on the east side of the park. The day did not go as planned...




In actuality, it wasn't raining all that hard. Short of pouring in fact, but raining hard nonetheless, and we didn't want to get that wet. So we ran, and ran again...




Joseph clearly beats Kika's dog Sydney in the downhill rain slicked mud road race event, a surprise victory to some. And I discovered the difficulty of attempting to narrate said race while keeping up with the racers. Excuse the camera work.

A final shot, of Kika's housemate Mo's dog Roux, in the position that best sums him up...attempting a display of masculinity, but somehow not having all it takes.



Even the owl in the background looks offended.