After a poor weather start, Terry & Everett were soon facing the 30+ °C temperatures of the Nevada desert.
Here you see Terry posing at the entrance, finishing his early morning McDonalds breakfast coffee (as good as any in town, we thought).
Everett sets the pace and knows the way through the tricky canyon approach, thankfully short, to ‘The Great Red Book’.
Happy rappel to well earned drinks…
Different day, place and atrocious approach bring us to ‘Olive Oil’
Note the text book belay!
We both agree that our last day route, ‘Dark Shadows’ was the hight point, possibly the best route either had climbed here.
Look at this deceptively easy start. Its smoother than a baby’s bottom – to make up for the thuggishness on rest of climb.
After this start, it follows ugly strenuous and technical cracks…
But then it came to my bit – a nasty flaring crack with a peapod bulge in it. Then guide book said ‘good protection just below crux and a good place to fall’
Well, I was half ready to back off but Everett kindly talked my in to it – he’s good like that. He even took my picture, getting in to position. Well, it doesn’t look that impressive or scary from that position, but when you view it later from below on telephoto, you can see a guy just below my move – yes, its exposed alright!
Taking Pete’s cue of the more expleteves the easier it became, I made the move and felt elated, mindfull also of Everett’s impeccable ‘feel for the rope’ on such occasions.
The rappell is adjacent to the route and I managed to get this impressive shot looking down the full extent of the Queen pitch, showing its magnitude, steepness and ferocity (different party).