Monday, September 26, 2005
Commiting to the dynamic extension
MacGill mo charaid... climb out of the v12 cave roof of Mini-Hooligan, go up the holdless arete, put a left heel-toe out to tally the balance & make a skin of the teeth campusy move rightward [it's all compression & holdless here], which leaves you hanging from the nose dangerously highball & crossed up in the arms, ready to go inverted. Pump up the body tension & get a deep left leg flag as you arc over backwards with the left hand. Get the pocket on the lip -lh- & let the -rh- free [almost feels like a drop down 360] & use the swing momentum to do a one armer [lh] From here it should take you footless up into the shelf on nasty fingertip slopes facing the right way. [The right foot placement deep under the roof is crucial for creating torque into the rightside]. Well done if you make it through, it's worth mid V13 all in. This is a photo of the move rightward that I forgot to put on the web a few years back, or simply couldn't be arsed to...there's one of holding the invert also. The extension was never submitted to SC either, hence you never saw it in the nrdb...although it did get dubbed The Crossed Swords extention. A true frightener with waves growling away below in a wild raking chasm of shore boulders. You could also check out that still unrepeated v11, Atlantic Bridge left wall at Skig, or the excellent Hydrophobic on the Stone Tsunamis at Port. A bargain at the grade, & a doozy of a steep traverse with a hellish cruxy finish up the nose which comes with free foot wash for the unlucky. As a note, if you were to lead the Hooligan to the top with the original start it would wiegh in at a wierd E4, 7b [f8b]...errrrr..
Finishing Hydrophobic
Remember- lock it into the chin strong - take care above that rocky shore young guga, & good luck on the mini-adventure aye. I hope you do it, & remember this - If one day, you find you can piss all over v9/10 barefoot, flash with no mat below, or use your bare toes to cross the Disintegration roof, it's gonna upset a few gobshites...hopefully. But do not be distracted, or fear what the conversationalists might think, young protege. My choice was always to do it quietly & never release photies like these...hundreds in fact...the Isla de Encanta series - 2nd ascent of Ian Vickers route The Prince E8,7a - cruxing out Chimera - Chouca at Buoux -Tabou Zizi f8b - La Voie f8b+ & sheds more, [it's the Scottish ethic afterall isn't it?]...I'll see you up there soon mo charaid anyways, & for some Carn Liath after...barefoot maybe.
Concern yoursefl with the art at hand - not the hyperbolic artistry of others - & go west young man -concentrate- do not be distracted, as you enter into the understanding -Si O' 2003
As for trad mo charaid, most of the time for me, it's about stickin yer testicles in yer mouth, shuttin' the fuck up, & soloing out there through the roofs, 26 mtrs above a death-drop, to recce the gear [& believe me, you would'nt want to fall off at this point, you have to have it in hand]. Inadvertantly however, you may find youv'e added another insane v9 into the equation. The only problem with that is, you need to be able to climb E9 to get to it. The other alternative start lays on the cliffs in the background, soloing out above the arch round to the foreground arete & nose. Doing that is Robbery Assault & Battery - v9 & its probably worth an E grade really. As for the E9, sure you can abb down the line as part of the pre-inspection proccess, or top-rope it to death, but for me, monkey handing down a fixed rope tied off & running through the cave, without a harness & one leg curled round the rope to a fixed crux point in the roof, is often an essential part of how I generate the headstate for ascents of this caliber. If you can leave the system behind & treat the dangerous sections of the climb almost as boulder problems, you have a superb chance on the overall lead becuase the physcology is set up. You have already, willingly put yourself in the danger zone without back-up. Sounds fantastic? An implausible method? It's out & out dangerous, that's all I know, but it's alive with what climbing is about for me - calculated risk taking. As is frontal freefall abseiling or fast-roping, but to most climbers who judder at the edge it's insanity. It's just as funny as classic abbing [without a harness etc] straight down the main Malham ampitheatre after sinking a bottle & a half of Vodi while everyone else runs around headless & freaking. Oh those were the days!
Warning: Problem child at work [i think only Cubby & Jo have ever seen this photo before, of my Lakes raiding years] I can only report back that the rock is a lot tougher than the locals. But then they knew that judging by the amount of gaps they left for me to fill in.
Often when teaching people how to improve their climbing I've used the analogy that if a sequence is 2 or 3ft of the ground they will do it without a problem; but put that exact same sequence 100ft off the ground & it becomes a different game altogether.Yet the sequence isn't any harder or at all changed, it's the individuals perception of the risk that has changed. At height is where the climber needs to precisely & calmly execute the moves, yet, at height, the climber will be more aware of the result of failure than success. He will ultimately force himself into a mistake, when it's imperitive that he doesn't. He can't be up there with an, oven left on at home head whirring away. So why does the climber climb fluidly where there is no life threat but scratch erratically at height? It seems crazy when you look at like that aye. Seeing through the illusion, is what I've tried to show people, through practical demonstrations as well as getting them to look at the physcological aspects involved. The reverse physcology of climbing exposed sequences in a modified headstate is wholy tapable, with a good patient guide who is able to immerse the client into some practical referencing. A simple analogy is that all of us can walk a curb stone indefinately. Put the curb stone 5 ft off the floor & everyone wobbles. Understand what the brain sees & how it talks to the perephiral vision & the climbers physiology, recognise the change in focus, however subtle, & you have the key to the room where climbing that same sequence we just talked about, 100ft up, will flow as if it was 2 or 3 ft of the floor...What's beautiful, is seeing novice or intermediate climbers suddenly understand it. A week ago they were clung to a slab, shaking, unable to shift their geometry, this week they are taking it on board, scoping out their centre of balance & trying it no hands, confidently. The word teach, I remain uncomfortable with in many respects, becuase you are not so much teaching as unlocking & bringing about an awareness in an individual, of values they already possess, becuase you understand the path of your own experience & learning processes. The number they are climbing is irrelivent. h.v.s...E4...E9...Numbers are a constriction, a torniquet around the neck of imaginative & infinite processes of movement. The rock doesn't know it has a number. The persons physical frame is also unaware ...only the mind knows, only it's eyes defeat the will as they relay information, & that also, is often the wrong focus to be wrapped up in, becuase it's a concept that inhibits free movement. A big wave is a warning sign to a one armed man who can't swim, but to a seasoned surfer it is adventure realized. Only you can choose if you are a beached observer or a participant in something special. When I'm asked by a novice for a lesson in free movement, I do my best to go & see that they get it. Knowledge passed on is knowledge well spent in my book. [aye mo charaid]
Ah yes, anyway, where was I? Here's 1 of 6 photographs I forgot to publish amidst all the forum wailing about a new hard trad line. I mean, I'm pretty certain I don't look like a bitch, so why they were tryna fuck me like one in a, marginally significant, but nonetheless, small corner of the interweb, is way beyond me, which points nicely at this piece of writing on Mark Scaryvilles 爻blog 爻 ...I guess that's why alot of us don't check in as much these days, not even on the sly. I rarely check on the web for what I've apparently been up to, or the home sites becuase of unfounded shite, never mind places like 爻uk.mutual-dick-stroking.waffle爻 The importance of actually going climbing takes precident all to often aye. That & pissing off the smc guide writer in the bar by hounding him to donate me bolts. At least you can have a good brawl face to face & know what you're dealing with. Add to that, our imported barman used to hang with Johnny Dawes quite alot, & you can imagine the funny late nights we have while the forum wise men do their weakest...
Oh, & on the forgotten photo submission issues...oh dear, what a shame...boohoo...cry me a river. I mean, do you give children exactly what they want when they can't behave & throw tantrums?...think about it.
Nearly out! - after a solo through the top roof crux sections of what would become Lewis's first E9,7a. Shite peg just visible on lower roof lip. [f8a+ on crap gear - quite possibly f8b] It was abit greasy on the gneiss that day, & a close run thing through the last 8-10 moves...brrrrr.
As for pride in what we achieve in Scotland I'll let this fine bugger sum up it up, where he speaks about John Watsons, Stone Country:

“This is perhaps the best bouldering guide I've ever seen. It is entirely literate (somewhat at odds with a great deal of what is published in this country), there is a lack of grading emphasis (how refreshing!), there is much interesting philosophy woven into the fabric of the text (unusual and highly appreciated), and the B&W photos are among the best I've ever seen - sharp and clear, showing form over mere image. A marvelous book.”
John Gill
My point in quoting that is simple. If we have within this community, the positive potential to create together such a beautiful document, & incite such positive commentry from observers outside the fold, why does this community hang it's head so quickly & slip-slide back into half-baked mumbling, half-remembered truths & the shadow of mis-information with such apparent ease...Anyways, climbing & bouldering is as much about using your brain, as your brawn. I'll find you after I get back from the Uists jolly.... Stay safe young MacGill Finn.
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posted by ※Sgian Dubh ※ at 10:44 PM | 7 comments
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Hey friend your misery bewilders me...How come you're never satisfied or gratified. Four walls an' a roof, electricity, stable mind, wife & child, hot & cold water to run anytime.
But still you, whine. I want more.
A bum could rummage through ya bin & live like a king. On just one crumb o'ya cake, n'ya say ya life needs fulfilling. Some would give anything to live like you. Shame your mind don't shine like your possessions do... Whining, complaining all the time, don't see no rain on you...What side your bread is buttered on? If only you knew.
What d'ya mean, I want more?
YepI was told as a child,I want more never gets, learned to count my blessings long before I saw an abacus. So what ya family don't speak, at least they're alive. Show me a man without guilt or a soul that ain't lied. You don't know what ya got. Open your eyes, look around, really, hear me you ain't got no reason to be down.
What d'ya mean I want more.
Friend what is it that you seek? What is it that you try to find? Someday I hope you realized it shined in you all the time. Hills to climb, sights to see, seas to cross, friends to make, hands to shake, the world is yours. Foods to taste, sounds to hear, love to feel, seeds to sew, things to know, fish to reel, space to quiz, stones to lift, life's a gift...
What d'ya mean, I want more...
MAXI JAZZ-FAITHLESS
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Monday, September 12, 2005
Skyes next Coire Lagan is in the making. The basalt blocs of Carn Liath are superb clean cut & solid megalithic jumbles, currently recieving a lot of attention. There's little doubt this place, although kept low key for a long time, is in the running for Skye's second most important bouldering venue. The arena for rock gladiators lays a few miles directly North of Portree & using a grid ref for Carn Liath itself of NG 495 559 as a directional pointer, the main boulders are piled around the soaring crag base.

With the hopefully imminent arrival of a Watson & a few other cohorts next week, I may even have a spotter or two on my yet to be graded, Unholy Union project. The name kinda stuck becuase of the steep & unforgiving presses that need to be performed as you fight the highball basalt tip slopers skyward from the gloom of an awesome cave line. This union between man & rock is sometimes on the edge of trust, almost as if the line will call you friend but intentionally pull a knife as you look away. There is a great selection of boulder lines going up, in all grades from some top lads & a frenzied mappo being made. As a wee footnote, when you drive towards Rigg, if you reach the pine plantation you've gone to far. Before the long sweep down hill & racey -rh- dip, there is parking on the straight, & that's where you need to leave the tin box & embark on a tab NNW, which gives less entanglement with squelchy burns. It's all very exciting once you take the trudge up there. Carn Liath is also home to one of the best preserved small chambered burial cairns of Skye laying near bye in the wetland sprawl. As you wonder amongst it all, you almost become aware that this, like Coire Lagan, is a land from which the giants have but recently gone, a great litter of boulders, where some, without a hint of exaggeration, are the size of houses, thrown across a tumble of rock strewn waste, threatening to crush mortals passing through a mile long spine of an ancient imposing volcanic sill. I've never been one to readily kneel at an alter of basalt, it's to close in it's formation to that wretched stuff called sandstone, but the shere stature of Carn Liath, has forced me to get to grips with it head-on, & you know what...the water isn't that cold once you're in. It's one of these places, no matter how many years you trudge the bogs to get to it, it never dissapoints, you never grow tired of the big hole. The trad here, though little talked about has some big lead numbers. I'm sure it will come up one day soon. Still, shame Watson never made it up last week...bloody slacker.

Paulo Savage - Riff raff of the oldskool spit, blood & grit class,

Another new problem is Square One, about v9 or 10 ...which takes a staggering tour-de-force on the huge house sized boulder at the Scamadal cluster [Ive only graded v9/10 becuase I cant grade 7a, b or c, as everyone knows. It is in fact more like V11 but this way I cant make a mistake...Si O' logic at work aye & besides, every good crag deserves a sand-bag]. Starting low in the roof, it ends slightly highball up the natural arcing belly & wall to which, a repeat ascenscionist must bring an impressive reach & a healthy sprinkling of oomph for the finishing sequence. Square One is what its about. Climbing qiuetly, still pushing hard, still grabbing peachy lines, back at square one, unscaithed, getting stronger than ever. The Unholy Union project is looking like v13 but it's an academic grade since the line remains undefeated becuase it climbs hideous slopes on a left lead using some bemusing sequences which I can't get my head round. It feels like you're falling left & out all the way from the first move to the top...To give you an idea of what I mean, it's like multiple Trace Element -rh- v14 cruxs [pic below of the crux sequence that frustratingly, nobody but myself seems to be able to hold or do!] on smaller holds that are all wildly spaced sidepulls, equally as steep & 3 times as highball... Wether that's news or not, now the weekend rain driven gales have eased to clear sunlight, it's time to head back up to the mammoth stones of Liath. After disturbingly fierce sessions at Coire Lagan on the gabbro, climbing at Carn Liath is like going from Izal toilet paper to Andrex super quilted. Hell you can climb here with fresh gabbro cuts & rashes, at a fair standard & your hands heal rather than split further. Anyways, don't forget to drop in on John Watsons =Stone Country= site for all the Scottish bouldering news, area updates, new lines & repeats from all over our proud & staggering country.

Unholy Union - v13?
Problem Child -v8
Square One - v10**
Riff Raff - v11**

Down Syndrome Day Wear - V12**

If You Want Blood... - v11 [brilliant!]***
If James Could Breakdance... -v5**

Upright Piano - v8*** [one for John Watson]


Think multiple Trace Element cruxs in the mountain... that's Unholy Union

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posted by ※Sgian Dubh ※ at 4:28 PM | 4 comments
Saturday, September 10, 2005
A lovely secret on the island is almost ready. New sport routes & some gobsmackingly thin trad at an awesome crag in the Northern reaches, if I can find the funds, fashioned in solid black sandstone looming high above the North tip of the Raasay Sound, it now contains sport from f7a to arguably f8c, a stack of E numbers & even some winter gullies, but not much bouldering. It's all going into the SMC journal & the new guide book which Mark Hudson is beavering away at this year, so no topo worries either. Yep, I did say another f8c in Scotland. It hopefully be time to pull any top-ropes through & lead it. Any gaps in the bolting is due to being low on funds but this should be rectified by November & in turn cuase less confusion over which sections need a top rope & have been done in that style. That said, top-roped or not, the grades don't change aye. It's 4-5 miles North of Portree high above the loch & sits in an obvious curved amphitheatre of surrounding trad walls. The nearest road is 3-4 miles away & there are no paths leading to the crags over the mountain tops. The terrain is somewhat serious & very steep on the central approach. On the right hand walls there are some gnarly short sport lines, the hardest being around 8b but in effect, they are extended boulder problems, 3 of which I've soloed or shunted moves on. The trad possibilites on the upper tier are shocking though. E9? E10? Although they could be bolted I think it would be criminal without somebody first attempting them in a balls out fashion. The epic f8c line goes directly up through the twin roofs without deviation from the stance on the 2nd patio [a f7a in itself to reach] & if your'e going to attempt it on a shunt, take a 60mtr rope. On the outlaying walls there is further sport, to which I'll add some hefty belay posts, cunningly fashioned from scaffold poles, since they are short outings & just as accepting of a top-rope ascent as a lead ascent..more later, much more...I'm pooped & ma fingers are mashed. Get yer chops round that Davey old son. There are a few access issues to be ironed out yet also, as there was with Kilta, due to sheep being inexplicably poisoned. [suspected mountain burn polution but unconfirmed] So, unless you are Scott Muir & think that, despite being told not to, you are immune from observing any cross-infection rules due to the size of yer egotistical pish, try not to stomp aimlessly across the mountain here, without at least contacting the landowner for the best agreed route through, until the situation is resolved.

Main Thunderdome
1] Counter Punch. f8c. 18 mtrs. From the 2nd patio climb the dark streak directly to the 1st roof. Tackle this & continue up the 2nd headwall & 2nd roof. Chain. ** M'Congaile, MacGill-Fhinnein belayed in his kilt, such was the occasion. Domhnall Murchadh smoked. Tr. Shunt practise.
2] Threat Analysis. f8b. 30 mtrs. Climb to the 2nd bolt of Thermal Pulse, then left with difficulty until a huge hanging break is gained, [good rest] & attack the headwall direct through the roof. Chain. * M'Congaile, MacGill-Fhinnein belayed. Domhnall Murchadh absent with hangover. Tr. Shunt practise.
4]project.
5]Thermal Pulse. closed project. An extremely impossible short wall, 8 mtrs.
6] Coup de Main. E7,6c. f8a. 20mtrs The centre slab of the main Thunderdome rh area. M'Congaile, MacGill-Fhinnein belayed.

7] trad project maybe E9, 7b?...where did I put my hardened steel testicals...

Thunderwalls lower rh
8]Brevity Code. f8a+. Climb the vertical wall on 3 bolts. Post belay at top. *** Tr practise. soloed. Domhnall Murdo swore at sheep & whislted some tunes.
9]Squib. f7b. The steep pocketed wall 10mtrs immediatly right of Brevity Code. Belay post at top. Brilliant mono hueco climbing! *** Tr. soloed.
10] f7b. The wierd free standing flake thing has 3 hammered pegs in it. Tr. soloed

11] Slow Motion Fat Torpedo f7a+. tr. soloed. Named after the Vanguard class NAS [nuclear attack sub] with 3 million quids worth of navagational equipment on board, that they managed to sandbank while parking at the Raasay Z berth beside the submarinal X-berth, which deosn't exist...apparently

╪The Thunderdome & Thunder Walls right╪

nb: I did stick the lines on 8a.nu briefly but I've thought about it, & last time a big number got put on there, all hell broke loose, so not wanting to have to deal with the immature idiots of our otherwise superb & peaceful climbing world, I've removed them for now, or until such a time as DaveMacLeod or John belays me on the line or a repeat goes down, all th bolts are in place. Like it or not, it's still a murderous f8c

The 4 mile yomp home is a doozy as well to try in under 15

 
posted by ※Sgian Dubh ※ at 8:01 PM | 2 comments
Thursday, September 08, 2005
In March, when British troops were about to take the dockland town of Umm Qasr in Iraq, Geoff Hoon the Secretary of State for Defence was heard to say: “It’s rather like Southampton.”

One squaddie’s comment was: “Either he’s never been to Southampton or he’s never been to Umm Qasr. It’s not a bit like Southampton. There’s no beer, no prostitutes, & people are shooting at us. It’s more like Portsmouth.”

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