Occasionally, you just have to do something stupid
by Dave Jennions  Jun/2007
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Shaun and Dave © Dave Jennions, Jun 2007Occasionally, you just have to do something stupid...
North Wales hosts the University College London committee elections and dinner meet each
year, typically at the scout hut in Bethesda. The second May Bank holiday
thus starts with a big yellow minibus trundling its way from London to
Wales, with all aboard hoping to arrive while it's still Friday.
Saturday is usually filled with folks keen and eager to get out onto the
longer Welsh routes, but by Sunday two late nights of drinking have damped
down the mood, and club members are more used to bimbling about on
whatever can be found road-side. The Sunday night elections, dinner, and
mass drunkenness mean that Monday is a quick trip to little Tryfan to
ward off evil spirits and then the long trip home. In addition, it would
not be a club Welsh meet without one, or both, of the days being a
total wash out, leading to even longer stints in the pub.
I've been in North Wales ~5 times with the club now, and every visit
I've come with the intention of finally ticking Cenotaph Corner just to
see what all the big fuss is about. The Corner is, as described in one
guidebook, one of the most striking rock features in Britain - and
possibly the most famous climb. Heading from Pen-y-pass towards Llanberis,
you can't help but immediately notice the giant book-corner up on the
right-hand side. The slightly odd geological form of Dinas Cromlech is
a near-right-angle corner between two walls, both of which appear to be
fairly blank from a distance. However, the corner, crack lines, and
thin walls in between hold many climbers' dreams for years, and simply
watching from the Cromlech boulders below gives many the urge to try
matching their skills against the climbs they've always heard about.
On every visit, something has got in the way; hangovers, weather, lack
of willing partner, the lot. And this year (2007) I was driving up
from Derby on the Saturday, with the knowledge that the whole of the
British Isles seemed to be set for a proper drenching for the Sunday. I
dropped into Newstones on the way up to Bethesda for some micro-route
soloing and bouldering, and the sky was already heavy with the rain that
was coming. Drizzle slightly it did, but with some good gusts of wind
the rock seemed to stay reasonably dry and provide enough friction.
Driving away from Newstones, it occurred to me that I was once again
travelling to Wales for bad weather and hence settling in for longer routes
with novices. Here's where it started going wrong.
I believe the thought process was something like this:
It'll be raining tomorrow. It'll be raining hard.
I always want to do Cenotaph when in Wales, and there's always some
excuse not to.
Well, I could probably get up an E1, even if it was pissing it down.
That would be a bit of an adventure.
In fact, I haven't had any good epics recently.
I wonder if anyone would be stupid/crazy enough to second me.
Probably not, but if someone says yes, I might just have to do it!
And so Saturday evening got underway in Bethesda. A car-load returned
to let me into the hut before rushing out again to buy supplies for the
following night's dinner, after which we started getting reports of one
of the club stuck half way up a Severe on Idwal Slabs. The minibus
returned just before dark, with said climber having been on route for over
8 hours and the subsequent rescue attempt also getting stuck and
needing to be rescued. Pitta fights and various drinking not withstanding,
everyone seemed in a festive mood, knowing nothing was really going to
happen the following day.
Having asked everyone I would normally climb with to accompany me on
this latest "adventure", knowing they'd say no, my quest becomes a bit of
a laughing matter (as all the daftest challenges do late on a
beer-fuelled evening). So the question is extended to everyone at the meet -
and amusingly someone who's never met me before, Shaun, agrees - the
contract being that if there's someone crazy enough to lead it in the
driving rain, Shaun's game for seconding it - mainly due to the fact that he
couldn't find anyone else to lead him up routes above VS.
The next morning duly arrives, and despite comments to the effect of
"you're not serious, are you?", we headed off to the Pass. It was
throwing it down as previously predicted, but the wind was fairly calm so we
started the walk up to the Corner. The wet scree wasn't worrying in
the slightest, *cough*, and the smaller holds on the boulders lower down
felt reassuringly non-slick, hinting at a false sense of security.
Having never been up to Dinas Cromlech before, it must be said that the
first time you get up to the ledge beneath the corner, you realise just
how seriously imposing the walls and corner are. The walls certainly
look bigger from the valley, and there are far more features on both
sides than you'd previously believe, but wandering up to the Corner feels
like leaving the outside world and almost being surrounded by rock.
Amusingly, though Resurrection, Lord, and Left and Right Walls all had
water freely running down them, the Corner itself was relatively dry,
though the drips coming from the top were indicating that wasn't going to
last... At this point it was decided that the only way to keep the
water out of my eyes whilst climbing, was to do so wearing a Panama hat.
The line of the Corner is, naturally, quite obvious. The right and
left walls play independently important roles, and moving on to one or the
other becomes occasionally vital, but the route pretty much just leads
up the crack in the corner. The first troubles are at ~8m, the 5c
crux. Reasonably dry up to this point, I spent a while getting the move
right before having a "severe attack of common sense." It was the
realisation that because I doubted my ability to reverse the crux, once
passed the crux, it would be the top or retreating in shame leaving gear
behind. I remember there being four separate moments up to this point
where the whole adventure nearly came to very abrupt end, but somehow I
kept managing to talk myself further into this daft endeavour.
Crux over, it was just a matter of getting to the top... The next ten
meters or so were just brilliant, with good gear and moves, albeit the
feet were unreassuringly soaked and the drips from the top were getting
so persistent the Panama hat was now saturated and dripping. Luckily
it was still keeping the rain out of my eyes. Above this the corner
crack widens slightly. Full advantage should be taken of a full leg jam
and heel stance, with your back to Right Wall, allowing a terrific
hands-off rest and time to have a look at the view down the valley (assuming
you can see it through the rain...). Shaun noticed the good rest I'd
found and promptly took the opportunity to add a fleece to his layering.
Above this, the crack and walls just felt a bit blanker and the moves
more thrutchy, but that's more than likely only because by the time I'd
moved from the rest, everything was soaked and my feet were going numb.
The combination of this and the fact that the Corner had turned into a
waterfall meant sticking to footholds was more an effort in absolute
faith rather than technique.
Brixton Climber in similar conditions
© james Shaun, having been standing stationary in the rain for three hours, now
has to restart his limbs in order to climb the now completely wet
corner. Due to the conditions, the crux, which had just managed to stay dry
for me, might just have gained a grade by the time Shaun got there.
Not unsurprisingly, before committing to the crux he questioned whether I
had enough awareness left to safely belay (something I'd also
considered), but having been reassured he managed to climb the Corner in a style
that far outstripped that with which it had been led. To be honest, I
was terrified of not having someone to check the abseil before I went
off, and stripping the gear out of the crack was an even worse thought,
as the ab runs down the wall just to the right of the crack. Stripping
the gear from the ab would hence have involved even more terrifying
swings.
Congratulating ourselves on completion of the task we'd set ourselves,
we abbed off and retreated down to the car. Looking back up at the
Corner, we noted that the rain had receded to a light drizzle, and the
conditions seemed to be reversed from when we'd arrived. The two side
walls were actually looking like they were reasonable dry, but the Corner
was one dark, soaking crack. Hmmm, perhaps there's a lesson there - if
you want to climb the Corner in the rain, make sure you do it when it
starts raining, not afterwards! To cap things off, just as we headed
off for a medicinal tea and hot chocolate at Pete's Eats, the sun finally
breaks through the clouds... and all is well.
It is uncommon, I believe, to be fined for doing something on the day
of the club dinner, but the brave belayer and I were the first ones
fined that evening for "Having the audacity to think that [we] could climb
Cenotaph Corner in the rain, and the arrogance to actually do it." I
believe "attitude" or "gall" might have been a better word than
"arrogance", but you get the idea.
Two days later and both calf muscles are still refusing to move
smoothly, but that just serves as a great reminder to where I was standing for
so long, on the climb I'd so often let get away from me; Standing
there, half way up the Corner, surveying the rain coming down in sheet
across Llanberis Pass...
Better conditions in 1984, © Grahame N He gets about a bit, this from his profile at UKClimbing.com.
"DWS festival 2005. Finding the Congar an enjoyably easy challenge, I quickly realised how much fear holds you back. DWS has no fear, hence completed the most amazing set of routes I've ever done in one day...
Recently did a DWS HVS on the Devon south coast - Labyrinth - on New Year's Day 2006!. Wicked good fun, finishing through a pigeon-filled cave and blow-hole just wider than my shoulders...
9/08/06 - Harborough Rocks challenge. All 46 climbs, onsight solo, 1h53m. Any advances on that? "
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