Monday, June 20, 2005
Ж - Ж - Ж Deaf & Restless in the Rage Ж - Ж - Ж

So, I'm just back from Coire Lagan & the weather is closing into rain & squalls after a brilliant weekend cranking in a midge free sunlit breeze. Shame Dave MacLeod didn't show after Glenmore, but you can't be everywhere aye. James just shrugged & grinned when I told him he was on his way. Well, we have 4 new boulders, 1 project & 2 new important lines. First up is something for Pete Murray. Aye, I've just climbed that steep green wall to the right of It's Over as an independant line, finally. And what a feckin' struggle it's been. It's not so green these days hombre, & its worth about hardV13 in numbers & brilliant climbing with the crux, through the undercut roof lip sitter, being a big lock off & dynamic reach, from a shared black crystal, [the size of a large raisin!] into the highside slope [if you can hold it with your left foot up by your head] . Being a numpty I even managed to fall off the areted top of Evening Wings way after the hard climbing ends!

The complete left to right link project also looks more & more feasable every week, as new crimps are unearthed from failing flakes. Sometimes the rake of the wire brush reveals a wee feature like a sidepull ripple, or a loose crimpy flake to be prised open in the hope that, the legendary magic hold may lurk beneath, sending me into fits of insane optimism & frenzied levering. There's even a hold on the project known as, the fud...on account of its shape & the fact it can be dangled damp. The line will come, it's just a matter of time, & effort, self erosion & being a beginner.

At the Sheiling Hideout, way off Coire a' Grhunda I managed to skin my teeth & finally nail down the roof -ss- roof into the excellent Street Fighting Years traverse. The deep roof sitter, like Trace Element follows an obvious crack straight out, diagonal right, to the lip, but on only 3, poorly spaced & much smaller holds, one of which is a tension sloper, one a crap mono. The climbing is also steeper over it's 12ft, at nearly 160°. Becuase of the depth of the roof, this can be considered an utterly desperate independant line in it's own right. I reckon a moot of around V15 wouldn't be inaccurate, but it's a grade for strong forethought, yet it's harder than the entire It's Over sequence, even though it only has 4 or so moves, including a 360° invert to hit the lip. After or during that sequence, [it's negligible], both my middle fingers burst at the tips, so I bailed on the lip, having held it & rearranged the inversion sitting on my foot, rather than go down to the bone doing an easy uk6a mantel out. Left some good blood stains drying on the rock though. This line is raging, a 3 star roof just to ogle at, & at first, that's exactly what you do, a roll hanging limply in your mouth, pondering, unless you have a genuis mind steeped in spacial physical laws, you wonder how it's possible. But like anything, it won't climb itself, so you just get on it, & start work & work & work. There's even a small chance DaveMac will be able to hold the starter, so that's maybe that bit catered for. The rest of it will be v16 for him though, if current trends are anything to go by. [kiddin' Dave]. Unlike the more obvious track of the green wall, this line through the roof defines, for me, the word problem when it comes to climbing in the Coire. I've called it Eat Yerself Whole. Photos soon & hopefully a film sooner rather than later, & don't fool yourself that these 2 problems are merely a weekends work.

Put these lines in the magazines & NRDB? It makes no difference to me either way but, no thanks, not just yet, not with grown Scottish climbers publically mouthing eachother off on the interweb, besides, it only encourages the big girls blouses into endless bouts of moronic whining & craps out the scene even further. What a shame to see an excellent resource from Mark, Dave, Mike & all, suffer under the constant impotent whinning of idiots. Maybe it's time to go back a few years & simply write, climbed a rock, in some glen, no grade. Repeated this also, at some venue, nice day. It's not a problem since I climb for other reasons than peoples approval, spotlights, newsmaking, forums & sponsorship. Aye magazines & forums, we don't really need to open either to guess whats inside these days anyway, so who knows what's going on in that tiny world of insignificance. Havn't picked a mag up in nearly a year, & the fact is, it suits the wilderness better & the purpose of what the doing is really about rather than some half-baked second hand pish nobody got their facts right on. To find your own motivation & inspiration, your own fury & inspiration is all that makes sense. The rest of it, after the climb is done, is just a dissipating swirling wake of words, the boat has already sailed. It's what we came here to do isn't it? Fire the engines, swing the hammer, push mystic, cut loose into the fury of action, blood adrenalin & vision. Talking about climbing is nothing more than a pastime for those who like to swim in the endless residue of action. Good luck with that then...Oh, the cardinal sin of actully going climbing...whatever next! The Hideout will be in James updated topo & the new guide book later this year, along with the lines anyway. I did put these lines on =8a.nu= briefly, but decided with Jens [founder of 8a.nu & Swedish Junior National coach], to get some photos into him first & hand it all over to the newsdesk in one lump, as Johno seems to have vanished off the face of the earth...Ok, some people are talking me round, but I'm really finding it hard to see the point in any of it, any more...maybe I need something more than rocks in this life & something other than my own shadow...whatever. Then James turns up & bored of bouldering on his own, has handed me over a load of hard roof problems at the amazing Coruisk venue. Couple that with the sport route on Lewis & the Coire project, the rest of the year is taken care of then!

Here we stand in a special place. What are you gonna do here? Now we stand in a special place, what will you do here? What show of soul, are we gonna get from you? It could be deliverance, or a history under these skies so blue...Could be something true...but if I know you, you’ll bang the drum like monkeys do...I know you love the high life, you love to leap around, you love to beat your chest & make your sound, but not here man- this is sacred ground, with the power flowing through...

I'm gonna flick on Radio Na Gael & read Johnos excellent Engram 1 piece again instead, before hiding under some deep hot water to un-sieze my back, & think of suitable epitaphs in which to drape fallen lines, let my tips repair & sleep. Tomorrow I guess I'll hit the Lewis bolter with a few glue-ins, & make a swift u-turn towards the Coire for the weekend. I feel a Coire seige coming on. There were plenty of mats & lads trucking around & alot of the classic bouldering seemed perma-chalked. Somehow I even got talked into demonstrating how Snake Attack goes [yet again!!] & doing some spotting inbetween giving a Venom Jag demo, which had them boggle eyed & cursing quite a bit...curious aye. But not as boggle eyed & curious as James was after the Skye festival & stealing bottles of whisky with a back-stage pass. He spent about 2 hours, rubbered, thinking he was talking to a female pop star only to find out it was the porta-loo cleaner.

Aye...some rocks

That's Skye & the Coire for you, even if its not climbing weather. It's mighty hard on the ribs, watching 4 fellas in a lightning storm, trying to put up a house sized tent in a big howler. Honestly, it was like watching the Krypton Factor go live.

Ж - Ж - Ж - Ж - Ж

The Hideout: Eat Yourself Whole - V15, Green Wall named Paper Tiger - hard V13, Street Fighting Years low start- V11. New Bouders: Steep traverse Dickholder - V7, traverse 02 [unamed] -V6, Steep wall arete [unamed] & -ss- v9. Project boulder: blank areted wall with no holds - V13? [similarities to Ben Moon's own Cypher], concave -lh- variation v?

 
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Friday, June 17, 2005
Ξ - Ξ
These dark clouds building over the Coire are awesome. There is electricity humming in the still warm air. What a photograph it would make to get the black stones in against a fork lightning flash & the ragged summit peaks. The Coire is angry. Its viens are pouring with white molten streaks & it's barbs are raised like an old ridge-back that some idiot kicked in passing. It's fierce soul turns all these wierd internet argumentative types into a learning difficulties group playing in a sandpit. It just dissolves all the idiocy, the wittless retorts & the endless roundabout of crap, instantly. I bet they're still at it, wading in verbal glue. Find a victim, hang the condemned, exonerate them, absolve them, sanitize the passion, scream whitewash, lie & intrigue. If the climbing forums, said victim of the weak makes it back after the week is out, unaware of his jury, he finds himself re-born, vindicated & set free into absolution. Unless of course he had the stupidity to climb something vaguely steep, then they all fire up again like menopausal curtain twitchers. What a strange self-gratifying & self-perpetuating miserable & powerless court room they run. To this day I still don't understand to what purpose either, but, whatever bakes your cake I guess...aye coves.
But back to the shuffle now. They'll be at it while I listen to the wind shuffle over my gnarled old Quasar in the night, the sea 10 feet away. I'm trying the project traversing under It's Over for a while, but my real focus this week is to work hard on climbing the greener wall to the right, as an independant line, from a sitter off the big rail. A series of awesome & steep moves on literally, matchstick sized slopers at the limit of my wingspan. The sitter itself has gone with almost a lay-down start with a ridiculously deep compressed Egyptian on the right leg, but almost at the same time, you need a left foot into the rail through the overlap, which is at head level, while your hands are at hip hieght, your body heaving on a 120 degree angle, straight armed. That's without having to be able to twist out of the reversal & pull right while you're facing left. Yeah..ermm, is this climbing or advanced yoga? I hope Dave MacLeod makes it over after working at Glenmore, he's really gonna cringe watching me on these moves, especially after trying Trace Element. I'm gonna need my knee-bar pad on this one, something I havn't really used since the days of climbing out in Jordan & Khush Khashah. It's great to be back in the Coire & not wake up feeling like I've had a bucket of sand welded inbetween my spuds. Good to smell the cordite of focused wire cleansing; to get damp toes in the deep grass from shuffling around the boulder eratics, above the loch, & look back on dark horizoned islands, tacking into a fleet of beached stone galleons. I'm even enjoying the self inflicted million needle fingertip acupuncture torture. There will be a familiar tap of rain tonight. I'm sure a good island storm will have the thousand Argos tented Skye-festival goers shuddering. It's coming in droves right now, Nederland number plates & raindrops, but neither out-number the dragging curls of venomous looking fog, tracking purposefully through the jagged summits, pushing cold rushes of air into the lower cloying humidity. I can feel the collosal beast breathing down my neck, it's snarling tongue hungrily sweeping the glen. If it really kicks off, I'm gonna head up to 2300ft & the o.p for the night, where thunder is born, stones get rattled in the tremors & lightning flickers downward passed your eye level. The dog will shit himself, but somethings got to go bang soon.
Ξ - Ξ
An uair a labhras mi mu aodann. Agus, mu spoirad geal mo ghaoil ghil, 's ann a theireadh neach nach d' ráinig mo shúilean dalla air a' cháthar, air a' bhoglaich oillteil ghránda, sam bheil a' bhúirdeasachd a' báthadh; Ach chunnaic mi bho áird a' Chuilithin. Gathadh glóir is breóiteachd duilghe; chunniac mi óradh lainnir gréine, agus, boglach dhubh na bréine: s' eól dhomh seirbheachd gheur an spioraid...nas fheárr na aoibhneas luath a' chridhe.
A Cold-playing rush of light to the head
Ξ - Ξ
 
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

A valiant effort by Dave on Trace Element [of life] V13, saw him fight towards the cruxy section a good few times, but in truth, it's a shame he didn't make the second ascent, but not through lack of trying though! Eventually, as with problems of this level, you burn-out, your grip on the unforgiving edges fades before your resolve ever does, but to say it was a failure is to harsh. Daves attempt at repeating the problem is easily the best effort of anyone to-date, so in that sense, the word has no place. After a breather he decided to hook up a new V8 instead, as a kind of tea-break, now named Lip Service.

Dave MacLeod with his food blender screaming on Trace Element - but no banana

Having made the second ascent of Distant Early Warning on the Sea Peanut some minutes before [complete with the harder sit-start link], celebrations ensued with Scott initiating the proceedings with a ritualistic round of dead seagull throwing. Not willing to leave empty handed, Dave turned his attention to the roof lip circuit [Lip Service], now a new V8 with a perplexing, blind & complex series of hand movements on the crux at it's end; but before it went, we had all lined up, umming & arring at hold sequences, Cubby pointing out physical equations of balance, myself poking at the offending sloper above. Three mad scientists all staring at the chalked ripple that had beaten Daves first two attempts. He figured it out himself, of course, but you have to lend an opinion, it's the rules if you're a spotter.

Attentive spotters are able to will a climber along his new line, it's a meeting of minds.

All this amongst Yoyo & Scott doing a comedy chase routine over the Port stones while Malcolm plied us with a bottomless flask of coffee. Dave will be back again soon to scope out the huge, possibly E10 trad line in the An t-Súil cathedral & hopefully make the first repeat my own Six Blade Knife [F8b+] high above the pounding Atlantic swell. His tenacity & passion for climbing, like my own, seems often unstoppable & unswerving...like Cubbys & Scotts, like Johnos, it's genuine & infectious. I just hope he looks up sharp when I come screaming off the cathedral roof, when we share belaying on eachothers respective projects.

Left to Right: Hoodlum Identity Parade - Scott Muir, Yoyo, Cubby & Malcolm

Days like these are ordinary, but magically so, & be it at Dumbarton, in the Coire, chewing on midgies in Arrochar or harbouring up in wind torn Nis, it's how we make sense of eachothers own enthusiastic ranting about crimps, nasty slopers & grades. It's here we swap yarns with wry grins, behind the lines...until the the rain comes down & we all run away. There's more than just a trace element of life here now...there are the ghosts of fires burning bright...& new torches being lit.
Just flowing...Everything is one smiling old mind.
 
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Sunday, June 05, 2005

ф- An t-Súil -ф
The time has come. You wanted 9a...9a you shall have. It's 11:59.
The smokescreen lifted by a magicians slight of hand often reveals purposful misdirection towards the watching crowd, & thus, reveals in turn, the secret of his true intention, & reasoning behind such meticulous & cold-cut preparation.
At frustratingly short notice, Dave MacLeod phoned to say, himself, Cubby & Scott Muir are on the islands & en-route for a meet up tomorrow or this Tuesday. After Dalbeg, I'll take them to scope out the secret An t-Súil cathedral & it's trad possibilities. If Dave commits to the awesome left roof & headwall challenge, we could well be looking at E10 in Scotland, immediately next door to a F9a courtesy of myself...Project updates will be posted here as the finale is reached. In 6 or so days, there will also be a headwall extension of Collinex bolts to further Six Blade Knife from F8b+ & add a more natural conclusion, along with a couple of bomber replacement eyes in the 9a line. You've gotta love abbing into huge dark holes with a 2.7kw generator dangling on jummars, a clattering Hilti & a rack of wieghty tat aye. So, the finale will be sooner rather than later, given that I can, by the skin of all effort, keep it together on the last few moves. Absolutely psyched.
Sizing up the sustained F9a crux moves inside the awesome An t-Súil cathedral
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V15 crux sequences midway on bolts, can be quite tiring - even just to look at.

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By The Way

 
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Thursday, June 02, 2005
The Clisham is the high pass through Harris connecting Tarbet to Scaladale & Lewis beyond. At 700mtrs & strewn on both sides from the s-bends on the high pass road are countless boulders. Some are giants, hidden from view, which have escaped the attention of passing climbers heading out to Ulladale & beyond, becuase they are tucked away on shepherding & ghillie routes, thus unexplored by, those who would dare to dangle. Some are steep enough & large enough to harbour communial bivvies & complete roof warrior outings. Others are obvious from the roadside, seen by many a passing climber, giant bowling balls perched precariously on thin plinths of rock above the loch, they threaten to trundle furiously down the hillside taking houses & scruffy sheep with them should a climber hang on one side & tip the scales. The reality is, they are going nowhere, although the eye views with suspicion at first glance, their creaking pin-point of contact with earth. [easily solved with an acro non?] There is great mountain bouldering potential hidden up here far from the thousand tons of roadside dross. It's a relief to be away from the beaches & ubiquitous sandy bouldering of Europaidh for a change, a relief to get away from stomping across endless creaking sea stones.
Behind The Lines , another Europaidh V7 path gets a flashed-fa in untied sandy trainers.
Great dark highball walls welded into the steep rye grassed mountain slopes await here; insanely steep, long, blank & rounded traverses, formed from glacial erosion also scamper in & out of the shadows, [not to mention the short sport crag i found last year beside the loch!] & I'm psyched with enthusiasm. The Clisham has the same wind torn silent feel of the Coire, a Buddha like peacefulness, a similar vastness & a similar ionized air.

Extradition - mountain bouldering, 2200ft above sea-level, icicles & -9°C

Doubtless my battered old yellow & grey Quasar will do some snow bound winters up here as the lines unfold; & doubtless I'll be stopping off here every other week, inbetween working the monster Coire project, to add a line or 10 through summer. Altitude moves in a midge free cool breeze, big V's & lazy V's, the Uists out to the right, the odd tour bus snaking through way below...The higher bouldering areas are also alot more definable than the chaos in the lower reaches, thus, having a markable area of activity should make Clisham less of a topo nightmare come hide & seek game for other players looking for new or established lines. That said, some of the huge free-standing lone gems hiding along the shepherding paths, despite their remoteness, are worth the long jolly in their own right. There should be some black & white photography of the bouldering soon. I've added the Clisham Pass to the Scottish Climbs NRDB =here= anyways. Look out for the Loch-Down roof, a near horizontal tour-de-force, & the v.Vo2-Loch n' Load steep arete & finger breaker, both to be added soon. [For those of you wondering what the v.Vo2 bit in the name is, it refers to minimal-maximal running velocities & lactate thresholds]. So anyway, if you pull over in the lay-bye for a brew & hear a Hilti clattering away in the distance, or the frustrated scream of a loon eminating from the surrounding tallus & decide to investigate...I take it strong with one sugar.

A chaotic stampede of boulders in the lower Clisham Pass - Isle of Harris
 
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Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Training for the big Coire link-up project has commenced with furious intent. This is just one type of unusual training tool I've used ever since I can remember, but never really talked about. Meet my old friend, the Rolling Stone, an 50.9 kilo fingertip training aid. What I call a free movement trainer in as much as, apart from being an inhibitor, it challenges you to make a routine of moves under severe strain, placing massive torque not only through the fingers, but also directly through any muscle group working against it, point to point, be that 2 point, 3 or 4, it causes a direct line of torque from your own outside edge to your innermost contact, showing the true balance centre. From the point in the picture the next move is to flip the stone & catch it on the sloper below & drop stance -rh-, swap the left hand & use the momentum to get upright. Moving from stretch positions to upright & so on, teaches superior body tension, balance & grip analysis & strengthens everything, including a better snap in the white & improved duration in red fibres. The point is not be static or at least minimize it. Sure you can use wieghts, dumbells ecetera, but what is your grip doing?...nothing concerned with climbing. With wieghts they are simply wieghts, up, down, up down...yawn, yeah you've got big arms but it's a shame you can't hold onto anything. Bars are predictable in their load, reactions, & repetitions...it's all to controlled. The purpose of training for me is to be on the edge of control & outcome, not to be safely within it's confines. This stone, because of its uneven weight distribution is a beast to work with, unpredictable from move to move, hard to get off the floor, hard to keep off the floor. The best weights are out there in the garden or laying on the beach. This is a piece of Kilta I carried home strapped to my back last year. Couple this with a few hours of circuits on my barn bouldering wall, itself containing a 7 mtr roof, then come back to this before tea, get some 1-5-9 in, & you're gonna be able to push 95 kilos of grip into a steep pinch after a while. Then wake up & do it all again, day after week. The fight is on. To be successful on the project this year, I realize I have to discard the slightest superficial movement, body drag, or arcing, ecetera, & strip it into direct, intentional & furious hits, with a re-defined economy of movement but also a heightened explosiveness... The limitation of human physiology, put in a simplistic way, I tend to think of as having similarities to the speedo in a wagon. Despite there being 150mph in numerals on the dial, the wagon never reaches that edge of possibilty, yet it can get close. Human physiology, even after knowledgable training is hard to lift into, & keep in the outer limitations of what is achievable, & rarely reaches true moments of unfetterred explosiveness because of reserve thresholds, mental conflicts & emotional turbulence, hence there is an accumalitive & often severe loss of economy or strike commitment. The regime I'm putting myself through at the moment, to complete the Coire problem, the F9a bolt project & a new project in 2006 [already being lined up with visualisation], won't if we are realistic, push beyond human limitations & burst through the roof like a genetic freak, but it will allow others, a visual & physical reference of evidence, that the roof of currently acceptable climbing abilities CAN be punched solidly & visibly cracked, in 8 straight moves. And that, quite simply, is the target. To crack the speedo glass with an unchained ferocity, commitment & accuracy. Short 5 to 10 move highly intense sequences, also, to my mind, give a far more truer representation of high end V grades, than long drawn out 30 move sequences that are in effect, a conglomorate of multiple stacked difficulties, incorporating mental & physical lay-byes along their lengths. Keep in mind that the two centre moves of this project, crossing low, left to right under It's Over are worth somewhere in the region of V15 alone, on the static, & you will have some idea the dark art finale that awaits. Life's a toolbox aye, you put in what you need, no more, no less, just enough to get the job done. Simple.
This year the Gabbro is gonna run hiding like a girl. So, if you must declare war on rock, understand, work with, & study your enemy. 8 moves...how hard can it be.. Remember, water yields to the lightest touch yet it bends steel... See you in the Coire
live with your rock, sleep with it by your bed, greet it in the morning. Do it all again

Active rest & repair is also important, & there's always a steep new sitter to add on the Sea Peanut, for fun.

 
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