Dangerous "Sport Climb"
Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 10:12 pm
So I'm on this multi-pitch 5.8. It's bolted very well. There are very few things that I would change about it, other than it's dirty. Don't get me wrong. I'm going to go back and clean it. Its just that its dangerous right now.
We had reached the top and were double rope repelling through Metolius rap hangers. My ropes were both 10.6mm (very fat).
As I kick off from the top. I have a habit of kicking out from the cliff as this is a slab route and I don't want to walk down the cliff. I get two rap stations down in one "go".
I go in direct to the next set of rap hangers. My partner starts his rappel. As he is about half way to me I hear the dreaded,"ROCK!!"
Now keep in mind we are on slab and I think," I'm going to die!", I'm tied into the rap hangers by my daisies and only have so much to move with.
Quick like a bunny (I particularly liked that one) I spied a bulge that I might take shelter under if I swung to the right!
I swung left and sucked in hard.
Then I heard it coming. It sounded like a volkswagon had learned to whistle! I closed my eyes and braced for what I knew would kill me. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
It went by.
My partner shouted to me,"Are you O.K.?"
"Yes!" I returned," It missed me! Come on down!"
He continued his walk to the station. When he arrived we set about our next set of duties. I pulled the rope and he threaded the rap hangers for our next decent.
Now pay close attention here. Circumstances played against us. I believe that each detail fell into place as to simultaineously cause us to come into harms way and to save us.
(1) We were on Rap Hangers-if we had been on rap rings I believe it would have taken enough friction out of the syem to aviod what happened next.
(2)We were using fat 10.6mm ropes. They are prone to increase drag.
(3) we were on slab. None of this would have happened if it was vertical or over hanging.
(4) My partner walking instead of kicking down on rappel.
As I am pulling the fat ropes through the hangers that are two pitches up there is an extreme amout of drag. It seems that to make the turns through the anchors the rope wants to bind. As we are also on slab the drag developed across the rock magnifies this effect. I am really having to pull to get the rope loose.
As the knot (doubled, triple fishermans) gets hung up in a crack. I have to pull the rope back a little and flip it out of the crack. I lean way back in my daisies to watch the knot. The rope starts coming faster and I strain against the daisies to watch for it.
I don't know if you have ever been rope whipped but let me tell you it sucks. Getting hit by a mass of rope like a "doubled, triple fishermans"
will change your mind about not watching the rope fall.
As I am leaned back. I see what I thought was the knot coming at me but it was moving way too fast!
"Oh,shit!" I yell and once more swing to my safety under the bulge.
My partner who was busy threading the hangers was completely unaware of what was about to hit him as he was concentrating on threading the 10.6mm fat rope through the muddled hangers that were cloged with two biners apiece. One for each of our respective daisies, four total.
The rock. About the size of a bowling ball was dead centered on the anchors. Bert, my partner, was to my left.
"Smack!" went the rock and I looked over expecting the worst.
It had only hit his hand making a small crescent of blood apear on his knuckle but it had to have stung like lightning strike.
Bert freaked out a little and started screaming at me about how the anchors,"Have too much crap in them!" H
He started to take some of the carabiners loose. I, realizing that the biners he was taking off belonged to me, grabbed his hands away from the anchors and told him in my soothingest voice to,"calm down". We were going to be alright and that he was safe. I took command of his duties of threading the anchors and soon we were safely on the ground.
My question to you is this. This is a a sport route put up by the director of the Southern Utah Climbers Coalition. Every route of his that I have been on, in other than the most visited crags, are dangerous choss piles. Nothing has been trundled, nothing cleaned. There are huge, loose plates that you have to climb through. Loose rocks on ledges. Everything that you don't want to encounter mid-route with people below you.
I even clipped a bolt on a fin on one of his routes and as I climbed past it saw that where the bolt was the rock was only about 4" thick.
I plan on going back to the 5.8 and cleaning it myself. Right now I wouldn't let anyone on it as it is dangerous. I'll clean it myself then take people up it.
Should I say something to this guy. He's done alot around here as far as bolting goes but alot of his routes are dangerous. I think they never should have been opened it their present state. Thats my opinion though. I have no authority.
We had reached the top and were double rope repelling through Metolius rap hangers. My ropes were both 10.6mm (very fat).
As I kick off from the top. I have a habit of kicking out from the cliff as this is a slab route and I don't want to walk down the cliff. I get two rap stations down in one "go".
I go in direct to the next set of rap hangers. My partner starts his rappel. As he is about half way to me I hear the dreaded,"ROCK!!"
Now keep in mind we are on slab and I think," I'm going to die!", I'm tied into the rap hangers by my daisies and only have so much to move with.
Quick like a bunny (I particularly liked that one) I spied a bulge that I might take shelter under if I swung to the right!
I swung left and sucked in hard.
Then I heard it coming. It sounded like a volkswagon had learned to whistle! I closed my eyes and braced for what I knew would kill me. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
It went by.
My partner shouted to me,"Are you O.K.?"
"Yes!" I returned," It missed me! Come on down!"
He continued his walk to the station. When he arrived we set about our next set of duties. I pulled the rope and he threaded the rap hangers for our next decent.
Now pay close attention here. Circumstances played against us. I believe that each detail fell into place as to simultaineously cause us to come into harms way and to save us.
(1) We were on Rap Hangers-if we had been on rap rings I believe it would have taken enough friction out of the syem to aviod what happened next.
(2)We were using fat 10.6mm ropes. They are prone to increase drag.
(3) we were on slab. None of this would have happened if it was vertical or over hanging.
(4) My partner walking instead of kicking down on rappel.
As I am pulling the fat ropes through the hangers that are two pitches up there is an extreme amout of drag. It seems that to make the turns through the anchors the rope wants to bind. As we are also on slab the drag developed across the rock magnifies this effect. I am really having to pull to get the rope loose.
As the knot (doubled, triple fishermans) gets hung up in a crack. I have to pull the rope back a little and flip it out of the crack. I lean way back in my daisies to watch the knot. The rope starts coming faster and I strain against the daisies to watch for it.
I don't know if you have ever been rope whipped but let me tell you it sucks. Getting hit by a mass of rope like a "doubled, triple fishermans"
will change your mind about not watching the rope fall.
As I am leaned back. I see what I thought was the knot coming at me but it was moving way too fast!
"Oh,shit!" I yell and once more swing to my safety under the bulge.
My partner who was busy threading the hangers was completely unaware of what was about to hit him as he was concentrating on threading the 10.6mm fat rope through the muddled hangers that were cloged with two biners apiece. One for each of our respective daisies, four total.
The rock. About the size of a bowling ball was dead centered on the anchors. Bert, my partner, was to my left.
"Smack!" went the rock and I looked over expecting the worst.
It had only hit his hand making a small crescent of blood apear on his knuckle but it had to have stung like lightning strike.
Bert freaked out a little and started screaming at me about how the anchors,"Have too much crap in them!" H
He started to take some of the carabiners loose. I, realizing that the biners he was taking off belonged to me, grabbed his hands away from the anchors and told him in my soothingest voice to,"calm down". We were going to be alright and that he was safe. I took command of his duties of threading the anchors and soon we were safely on the ground.
My question to you is this. This is a a sport route put up by the director of the Southern Utah Climbers Coalition. Every route of his that I have been on, in other than the most visited crags, are dangerous choss piles. Nothing has been trundled, nothing cleaned. There are huge, loose plates that you have to climb through. Loose rocks on ledges. Everything that you don't want to encounter mid-route with people below you.
I even clipped a bolt on a fin on one of his routes and as I climbed past it saw that where the bolt was the rock was only about 4" thick.
I plan on going back to the 5.8 and cleaning it myself. Right now I wouldn't let anyone on it as it is dangerous. I'll clean it myself then take people up it.
Should I say something to this guy. He's done alot around here as far as bolting goes but alot of his routes are dangerous. I think they never should have been opened it their present state. Thats my opinion though. I have no authority.