The Chamonix Experience

An (almost) exhaustive list of our notable exploits and some lessons learnt during 21 days in Chamonix.  It excludes the extremely productive but comparitively dull days spent in the valley where climbing mileage was of course high but  which involved a higher proportion of bolts, red wine and rain.







Day 1-3  Conville Course

Aimed at introducing young people to Alpine climbing, it was  thoroughly worth the £120 for instruction with British Guides. We practised glacier travel  as well as efficient movement techniques and rescue scenarios.

Notes: 

- Alpine guides can roll and smoke whilst descending steep rock.
- Being sharp on crevasse rescue is essential






Battling the L'Index on the Pig-Squeel-Rouge

One of the most popular multi-pitch routes in the area,  the L'Index is relatively short and features straightforward climbing near to the upper lift. 

The approaches this year are generally of the cold and slushy variety, and therefore introducing a difficulty in access and descent. We didn't actually do this route because Sinclair fell in a hole, afterwhich i dropped my axe and had to abseil down to get it. Strong start!

Notes:

- If you are considering wearing crampons - wear crampons - even if nobody else is and even for 10 minutes on the snow.

- Snow becomes slippery porridge in the Alpine sun.

- There are big holes between the rocky couloir sides and the snow - falling into them is not advised.

-Dropping your ice axe is a real pain -finding and retreiving it 20 metres above a steep snow basin is also a pain but at least rewarding.





Dessication and Discovery on the Chappelle

The Chappelle de la Gliere or the SSE arrete, is a popular classic - much longer and more difficult than it's neighbouring L'Index and with trickier approach and descent. It felt around HVS.

 The prevalence of snow meant both approach and descent again took the form of slush lined couloirs, and the distinct absence of other people indicated:

 a) we had a popular alpine route to ourselves and were rather lucky 
b) nobody could be bothered carrying boots, crampons and axes and spending a few hours kicking steps in wet porridge 

A mixture of the two perhaps!

Nevertheless, the sun shone and after catching an early lift Harriet and I  intrepidly made our way  up the couloir toward the base of the route. The access difficulties began 100m before reaching the rock - a series of zig-zig pitches up the steep couloir, involving snow-runners and 'hole-hops' as well as the odd in situ bolt. Despite this adding significantly to our time, neither of us fancied the long slide down the valley and opted to be a little safer.This melodrama was however quite enjoyable in the morning sunshine - proven notably in Harriets cheek to cheek smile pre 'hole-hop' photo... just before the base of the rock climbing.

Upon reaching the rock, and sporting heavier packs than is desirable on a multi pitch route, Harriet and shared leads for the first 70m dierdre and were soon establshed upon the ridge, where i dragged ropes up toward an impressive 60m corner shod in dirty old pegs. The climbing was steep and delightfully sustained , feeling around HVS . Harriet, who despite having seconded only  VS, was climbing profficiently throughout and lead a shorter scrambling pitch to the base of a steep wall and the Raison d'etre ' Razor-flake pitch - featuring a through-drilled thread runner and a thickness of around 3'' in its uppermost section!

Rounding the day off, we summited the pinnacle of 'Le Tour', but having only a 3 sentence translated route description (the french seem to like to word 'dierdre'?!), struggled to find the 'winding trail, making short ascents and reascents'. We eventually decided upon  a gully, skirted by a vague path. Our route, involved some short- roped scrambles and  on arriving at a pile of old tat above a slimy wall and couloir, we abseiled town for the evening step kicking session! Unfortunately Harriet had forgotten her headtorch and so as the mist began to gather , progress ground down and it was not before 11.30pm that we found ourselves beyond the steep snow, choss and difficulty.

Thoroughly dehydrated and hungry (i had eaten two cereal bars and some M&M's since 7am and drank little more than  1L) we arrived at the telepherique station. Finding it entirely locked up, we attempted to rest on the deck chairs to sleep until the sun rose early - night-bathing beneath the stars in waterproofs and duvet jackets .. After 45mins, finding sleep impossible in the cold and, quite bored, I  resorted to drinking a capsule of saline solution from my first aid kit for entertainment (quite salty).  Needless to say, this provivded the neccessary impitus to move and we began the trudge back to Argentiere. Thankfully we happened upon a  clean looking stream and with the ovaltine i has tucked away, shook up some sugary brown broth for the walk.Despite heightened spirits, progress with 1 headtorch was slow  and it wasn't until 4.30am that we arrived for lunch/dinner/breakfast at our tents! A great, if rather long day featuring some brilliant climbing -

Harriet even talked to me the following morning!






Traverse of the Midi-Plan

The out and back traverse is an alpine classic, and features mixed ground, north face exposure and winding snow arettes. Given AD, it is a serious route despite lacking in technical difficulty.

 We made our first bivvy at altitude that evening, enjoying a  feast of burnt cous cous, chicken and cheese and were woken intermittently through the night, not by cold but by a magnificent starscape, fringed by the pale snowy peaks. 

We began the traverse as the sun apeared on the skyline, making fast progress along knife edge snow aretes and scrambling between gendarmes. Following this we reached the Rognon du Plan n face,  a thoroughly exposed and intimidating section on steep neve and a little ice. On traversing this, we marched up to the domed snow summit of the Rognon du Plan, a fine viewpoint and with time for a bit to eat, we surveyed the remaining objective. 

Despite the morning sun only now becoming noticably warm, we were very aware of the rapidly deteriorating quality in the snow, and it was with this in mind that we decided to reverse ourselves then, avoiding having to later reverse a steep snow scoop in a south facing bowl - unfortunately unprotecable and destined to to turn slushy. Reversing the Rognon N face was again engaging and while it is protectable, the word is used in the 'loosest' of senses. The transforming power of the sun was notable on the return, where sluff avalanches had come down. In  the space of 4 hours the still air had heated by around 20 degrees. On arriving at the Midi col late that morning, Will left us while Sinclair and I drank tea and gorged in my culinary discovery - Banoffee Banana.

Notes
- 2 axes would  have allowed  faster and more comfortable movement 

-Alpine north face exposure is as intimidating as it sounds

-Leaving early isnt enough, leave very early is necessary

- Bannoffee bannanas (a true culinary delight) can be made by simply freezing and defrosting regular bananas at 3800m over a 12 hour period



















Le Brevent

An impressive cliff featuring a plethora of bolts and some interesting looking trad routes. Accessed via a chair and a10 minute downhill walk. Along with 4 other parties, we climbed the classic bolted route 'Voie Frasion-Roche'. Good fun - but certainly protectable in it's most part and therfore felt very 'un-adventurous' in places..









Aiding the Envers
The Envers hut, situated  300m above the west side of the Mer de Glace  is the ideal base from which to explore the granite kingdom in which it is nestled. Routes between 5 and 25+ pitches upon impressive faces and spines  cover every spire and ridge in the vicinity - including the Grepon, Aiguille de Roc and Charmoz. We bivvied  for one night and climbed a  classic 6 pitch route only 10 minutes from the hut - Le Piege on the Tour Verte.

From Montenvers, straddled by  our 20kilo packs, Sinclair and I marched across the Mer de Glace to do battle with the 200m of  iron clad slabs, forging the path up toward the Aiguille des Enver on steep  ladders and ropes. Upon reaching a spacious bivvy spot, we began an unenventul evening watching the mountains turn red, meanwhile eating more food than we realised and resulting in the drastic depletion of our food supply.. 

It was with bright eyes and light packs that we ambled across snowy terraces and up the final ladders that morning, quickly reaching the Envers hut, perched upon it's ledge in a great gothic ampitheatre. 

 This vast rockland between the snow and pines feels far removed from the green Scottish hills.  Between ice and rock, parched slabs sit among fringing grasses. Even in the pleasant morning air, the lofty spires surrounding the hut remain as impregnable as from afar. From their screes, like great iron swords, the granite obelisks thrust into the pale blue and below the gravely ice rasps their feet,  barren, fissured and cradled in its own crumbling walls. The rock titans, in their glorious towering battlements, are quietly majestic. Unrivalled and supreme.

The route itself followed a series of partially bolted walls,  gradually steepening toward 150m of exposed flakes and cracks. I followed a tremendously exposed pitch and arrived to an impromptu belay and rather deflated Sinclair. On looking above i too was soured, as  a series of hand-crack roofs barred our progress. After a few minutes of sweaty shuffling, the dreaded jams succumbed to our newly aquired 'alpine style' techniques..! We followed cracks and slabs on immanculate red  granite to the summit of the Tour Verte,  stopping only briefly before abseiling down. Having missed the train and with only a tin of sardines to support another day, we happily made the long trek back to Montenvers, and then down the winding woodland path to Chamonix.  


























Rebuffat

The classic line on the south face of the midi , accessed within 20 minutes of the top lift and extending for 200m on pristine orange granite. At 3800m, and tucked into the Vallee Blanche it is a stupendous situation for a warm multi pitch rock route.  It   equates to roughly E1, is in some places riddled with ancient snapped pegs and features bolted belays throughout.

Notes:

- Rebuffat considered his route to be an effortless excurison up the steep face. Holdless grooves, however delicately climbed are impossibly efortless to ascend and generally unpleasant, unless of course a long thread of thick cord exists with which to aid progress.. 

 - Germans encountered were both lazy, non puntual and quite funny. Stereotypes don't always work.

- French grading assumes technique and balance before strong arms.

- The increase in speed and efficiency is incredible when  jammed ropes threaten the deadline.













Cosmiques

Classic.. blah blah blah. It's a good morning's jaunt and features drilled crampon placements which are rather amusing. Otherwise the only attraction is a great victory seemingly accomplished as a crowd of tourists greet you on the platform.







Strath-nairn and Gairloch

Currently:

Fell running and mountain biking
Soloing
E2 5b's in the sun, then going swimming because it's too hot
Reading on the train 
Pale ale
The Beatles
Envisaging climbing a 16 pitch slab and bolted ice routes
Swimming, swimming and wine
Did I include mountain biking?

Anyway..

Back home on some proper rock and feeling reaffirmed in my trad, and appetite. Rob and I solo'd a bunch of routes at Strath-nairns infamous pinnacle crag - apparently lost to the present generation and a consequently a little dirty. We climbed a cool arrete too. V4/5 ish. 

The arrete at Pinnacle Crag - Duntelchaig

The next day we dithered about going for a mega hill run. 
'It's 26 miles up and down Wyvis from the East'
Having run up Wyvis on monday and biked my local moor hill in the morning, i really couldn't be less bothered - and Rob was especially easy to convince! Better save running for wet days anway.

A few cups of tea and a slap on the acoustic later and we still hadnt decided. Infact we drove west and didnt decide until the junction. We found ourselves in Gairloch Cafe, leaving with a couple of new books. Next stop Tollaidh Crags. 

Robs line took the curving crack on the right, mine went up the middle, slightly left of Rob.

Home to utterly brilliant single pitch slab and face routes as well as a number of steep testpieces, Loch Tollaidh is one of many close-to-the-road Gairloch delights. Rob had done quite a lot, and so we arrived at a  slightly dirty, lichenous wall. Hold poppy with lovely downward stratified rock and sidey-ways holds, it took a bit of appreciation. Rob did a pumpy rising traverse at E2. I laughed when I encounter his original, fully rigid friend stuffed in a slot.

Rob on a fairly commiting E2. Could do with a clean and some more traffic.

I took the direct 5c up the face and through a wee roof which  was lovely sustained, resty, thinky, fiddly and altogether enjoyable and remarkably non-stressful - the essential gairloch experience i think! The stress of climbing without gear is certainly remediated by the vast blanket bog lining the crags..

Then the midges came out.

I mustnt complain, though iv'e been climbing rock in Alpine Scotland for the past 4 months and its the first encounter i've had yet. Glad i'm off to the Alp's though, I remind Rob  ..hehehe

Sitting in the breeze, admirning the mottled vista, Rob and I engaged in some metaphysical climbing chat. Climbing chat is great, so long as nobody else is around.Pint. Massive burger in the Inn. A civilised day on the West Coast. Swooping under the battements of Slioch and Rob bangin' on about New Order.

To ensure I meet my weekly train quota, i'm  travelling back to Aberdeen tommorow morning. I'm going to Shetland to slice fish and weigh their balls for a uni course. I'm going to run around the stormy wee coastlines like  the skinny elvish bandit that i am. Maybe i'l scream in Norwegi-Highlander-Jibberish too. Maybe naked. Going to finish my George Mackay Brown novel while i'm there. 

After Shetland i'm meeting the family for a few days in the Cairngorms and
from there on it's straight down to Edinburgh and the beginning of the Alpine Extreme Suffer Extreme XS trip with Sinclair - all round badman and satirical jester. Together we shall make quite a pair. Pete, Boss Colin and Rob have been psyching me up and telling me where to go. It should be awesome!

Mum and I did Wyvis and Stac Pollaidh as a midweek camping trip.

Mum on Staccy P

Summer has arrived!

Since the Highlander, university kept me close to Aberdeen and her mighty sea cliffs. Afternoons cragging have been a mixed bag as usual but it always feels good to be out during exam time. I've been mountain biking a bit more again too - finding Aberdeen-shire has a lot to offer for enduro style riding and am feeling freshly psyched for getting fit and back into some hill running!

After exams, Sinclar, Rory, Marcus and I spent a few days down south. We went climbing at Limekilns and Cambusbarron quarries which were fun. I did a cool smearing slab arete called Spanking the Monkey and a few polished classics. It was my 20th birthday too, so we went for a few in the culture capital.

Back in Inverness, I met up with Callum, Ryan and Appleby and we formulated a plan for a few days on the West Coast.


Appleby and Callum on the second belay - Cioch Nose

On thursday evening we set off for the Bealach na Ba, where we dropped down to the A'Cioch ridge for the essential Lairig/Patey classic - Cioch Nose. After completing the rock pitches without much difficulty, we found ourselves faced with a  rather imposing steep ridge under imminent darkness.

Callum @ last belay - Cioch Nose

 Despite it's grim appearance, the ridge succumbed to some tactful route finding and upon reaching the first nipple, we were treated with a perfect cloud inversion to the North-West. We reached the car at 12.30 and bivvied in the car park.

Summit car park Bealach na Ba - Skye ridge in background

The next day we set off for northern Skye and the apparently less frequented cliffs of the Rubha Hunish peninsula - Skye's most northerly point. The 'difficulties' first arose on stepping out of the car. It mist cleared and the sun arked perfectly up into a matte blue sky. Our pale skins craved the warmth and we essentially spent the trip sunbathing and swimming.. 

After some well earned rest, Appleby and I dropped down to 'Master of Morgana', an 80m HVS following a chimney, cracks and an offwidth up the right arete of the cliff. The route was impressive and rather intimidating for the grade. Some loose rock and an awkward chimney saw me on to delicate collumnar slabs and the first belay among a lovely little flower garden. Appleby belayed half way up the second, after running out out of useful gear, leaving me the awkward 25m offwidth - but thankfully the finest rock! The lack of gear turned out to be a non-issue as i spent the time stuffing the only large cam we had into the depths of a crack, and threading a few dubious chockstones. It's always a little disheartening to climb a well protected route with little of the correct gear.. An awkward overhanging 'au cheval' slot marked the final few metres and another sunny belay. I spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering the around the cliffs, napping some more and taking pictures. The harder lines could wait... That night we stayed in the renovated RAF shelter on the summit of the cliff plateau. It had a 180 panorama of the NW coast and Islands.


One of the spectabular cliffs on Rubha Hunish 

Applebby following me up the final offwidth

Applebby topping out of the strenuous au cheval finish


Looking NW from Rubha Hunish

Ryan and Callum on the VS arrete


The peninsula was plastered in lovely little flowers

On saturday we neglected the idea of climbing and spent the day in Portree and the Fairy Pools - the perfect tourist day out! I had arranged to meet Rob, Alli and Fin at the Glen Brittle campsite where we would set off for the south end of the Cuillin ridge and bivvy that evening, taking some of Fin's kit back for him.

A long walk in to Garbh Bheinn, above a stunning island panorama eventually saw us on the most southerly point of the ridge and our bivvy spots. It was serene. Fin planned to run at 4am and we picked up his kit when he left off. It was my first time on the ridge and i was totally stunned by it's beauty and enticing objective - which has since consumed me! I had of course hoped my first attempt would be as a full traverse - but the arrangement was relaxed and alli wasn't feeling super fit. He has a bad shoulder injury preventing him from climbing for very long and only a handful of hill days in the past year too, so did impressively well to maintain a decent pace. 

Alli on the Garbh Bheinn approach - looking South to Rum

Looking south from the approach


Fin and Alli on the Southernmost top of the ridge


Bla Bheinn from the bivvy

Looking west over Sgurr Alasdair and Mhic Coinnich

My suffer bivvy spot..

This is mind, we set off at 5am, relaxed and enjoying the situation in the warm morning sun. We reached Coire Laggan at 9 and with Allis shoulder hurting and the sun already beating down, Rob and I popped up to solo the In Pin then met him down in Coire Laggan for a sun session.

 It did feel a little odd to be retreating mid-morning - with lots of water and food left, but we knew to avoid the baking sun at midday we would have to had been further along at that point. Regardless, it was a brilliant morning and we had the day ahead of us to enjoy the weather. Finlay unsurprisingly met us on the way down from Coire Laggan - having run the ridge rather quickly and cycled back down Glen Brittle. We set off back to Inverness after chips in Kyle. 

Me on the most awkward severe going.. - TD gap

Rob and Alli on Mhic Coinnich

Rob approaching Mhic Coinnich

Me after a free solo on-sight ascent of the In Pin 

..and some pasty punters on the Coire Laggan boiler plates - Alli doesn't believe in sun cream