Tom Livingstone and Uisdean Hawthorn have recently returned from Alaska, where they established a 1200m new route on the east face of Mt. Jezebel's Northeast summit (2880m) in the Revelation range, named Fun or Fear. The line lies to the left of Pete Graham and Ben Silvestre's 2015 route Hoar of Babylon, which was the first ascent on the east face.
Prior to their ascent, the pair had attempted a new route on the north face of the mountain, reaching a height of roughly 350m before bailing when faced with a chimney filled with an insurmountable overhang of sugar snow. In their trip report, Tom wrote:
'Heavy waves of spindrift now washed down the cliff and chimney. The first two pitches were black diorite rock, bizarrely compact yet chossy, and with overhanging steps. After this we could see 60m of overhanging sugar snow. The spindrift avalanches flew right over the lip of the sugar snow, into space. There appeared to be no way to bypass this pitch on the L or R, and no way to tunnel into the back of it. Furthermore, a large snow mushroom sat right at the top of the chimney.'
Unfortunately, the pair's rack diminished somewhat after bailing from this attempt. 3 wires, 3 metres of tat and two pegs were all that was left. However, this didn't stop them from succeeding on the 13-pitch east face line.
Writing in his blog, Tom explained their motivations:
'There aren't any other logical or safe lines on the rest of the north face-proper, so we decided to focus our attention on the east face of Mt. Jezebel. This was first climbed by fellow Brits Pete [Graham] and Ben [Silvestre] in 2015 [UKC News Report], and there were plenty of amazing lines left.'
Their two-day ascent took in plenty of nevé and some mixed terrain on long, steep pitches with bold run-outs. Tom described one particular crux pitch in his blog:
'A final crux pitch took me a long time when I discovered - to my horror - that the steep wall of ice I aimed to climb was totally detached from the rock. The sheet of ice hung five inches away from the rock, like the skin of an onion. I committed to it with a few high side runners, then climbed higher and further away, heading for the re-attached ice about five metres above. I climbed carefully, meditatively, although I'm sure I was also making all sorts of noises. 'Watch me here, no bueno!' I shouted down. The onion-skin of ice was so brittle I broke a 12-inch-square hole into it and put my arm inside as a better hold than my ice tools. I almost laughed when I looked into the hole and saw my ice pick poking into the inside of the onion skin, almost touching the rock underneath.'
The team reached the northeast summit at 12.30pm, in clear, windless skies. Tom wrote:
'It felt like a real treat to be somewhere so special, after a rewarding experience, and with perfect weather. So many 'unknowns' had finally been answered. We could relax on the summit, lying down and soaking in the view of endless mountains.'
Fun or Fear
The line was about 1200m, to the summit of Mt. Jezebel. Alpine style.
Grade: M6+, 90 deg nevé, Ai6 R.
P1: 50m 85 deg nevé, M6
P2: 60m 60 deg nevé
P3: 50m 90 deg nevé and mixed M5, R
P4: 60m M6+
P5: 60m 60 deg nevé,
P6: 60m 85 deg nevé, R, Alaskan ice 6.
The pair then climbed 180m of snow, choosing the left branch of the couloir.
P7: 60m 75 deg ice.
We then climbed 120m of snow to ridge.
P8: 200m of snow in couloir to E ridge.
P9: 25m along the ridge to a rock step.
P10: 25m 5+, R. Bare hands crimping and crampon smearing on a step in the ridge.
The pair then climbed 200m of ridgeline to a comfortable bivi beneath the large final tower on the ridge, before the col.
P11: 80m, traversing on the left side of the ridge, snow.
P12: M4, 80m, traversing on the left side of the ridge, snow band.
P13: M3, rocky ground on ridge.
The team unroped here and climbed 150m to the summit.
Uisdean sent in the following report of the trip.
"We will not leave until we 'ave the chairs!" said the Frenchman, "and the table outside, the black one, is for rent, no?"
I stood in the Talkeetna Air Taxi office, watching with great amusement as the American staff tried to communicate with the French: a table really wasn't necessary. I did think it would be good to see the French lording it up on the glacier with kilos of bread, garlic, cheese and wine. Fortunately, the French were going to a different part of the Revelation Mountains, so we wouldn't get jealous of their luxuries. Compared to them, Tom and I had very basic supplies for our base camp set up, with mainly freeze-dried meals and bagels.
A few hours later, we were crammed into a tiny plane with all our gear packed around us. Paul Roderick, our pilot, kept saying, "Try not to let your knee hit that lever too much."
"Ok," I said, trying to act relaxed - but I probably failed when I noticed a label above it that said THROTTLE. After over an hour of flying, Paul said, "Ok, I'll just whip it around to give you a good look." We both stared intently at the north face of Mt. Jezebel, our main objective of the trip. "Looks steep, cold and cool," I thought.
From the plane we could see a line up the centre of the face, which was the only one without big seracs above it. Ten days later, Tom and I stood on a snow patch a third of the way up the route. We looked up an overhanging 10m-wide chimney, with a massive snow mushroom blocking it. Below was 40m of vertical sugar snow, with not a drop of ice in sight. "Bugger! I guess it's not possible then," we grudgingly agreed. We began the horrible process of abseiling down the 8 pitches we had just climbed, most of which were 70m long, with bad gear and worse belays. We eventually made it down to the glacier, skiing back to base camp on the east side of the mountain later that night.
Base camp life resumed over the next few days, with excessive amounts of lying down and eating; and small amounts of skiing in-between. The amount of butter being used to toast the bagels meant they were deep fried rather than toasted. I started to feel lethargic. All the lying down just made me want to lie down more.
The weather looked to be clearing up over the next few days, so we packed our bags and set the alarm for 3am. The alarm sounded - but when we looked outside and saw it was still snowing hard we said, "Well...bugger that," and went back to sleep. We didn't bother getting out of the tent until 10 am, and spent the rest of the day killing time as snow continued to lightly fall.
The next day, the alarm sounded at 3am again. This time the stars were on show. Then came the usual faff and attempts to eat breakfast without feeling ill. By 6 am I was following, Tom stepping over the bergschrund and onto the route. I tied in, racked up and started climbing up 85 degree nevé for 30 metres. Thankfully it had two runners in the rock at 15m. After 30m it steepened and quickly became vertical sugar snow and quite serious. I inched towards some rock in a corner below a roof. Eventually after thinking light thoughts and digging lots I found some good runners under the roof. I climbed the rocks on the right of the roof and shouted, "Watch me!" before climbing out left to step round the roof. As I moved my feet round, the snow under the roof all collapsed, and I hung off my axes. I quickly pulled up and campussed, but with my body smeared on the ice. I took a moment to relax once established on the ice. "Well, that was a bit of a rude awakening," I thought as the flash pump slowly disappeared.
The next two pitches weren't as hard but had a total of four runners and some worryingly steep sections of nevé. Tom took over the next pitch, which had some hard digging up vertical snow chimneys with some interesting moves, but thankfully there were more runners. Tom's third pitch looked like a wide ice fall. However, it turned out that although the middle section had two inches of ice, five inches of air separated it from the rock. Tom tried to mixed-climb the wall to the right but couldn't, so he dug deep, found his big balls and stupid brain then committed to the hollow section. I belayed below listening to the horrible noises while the ice creaked and boomed as only rotten ice can. Thankfully the upper and steepest section had good ice and screws.
From here a 150m snow slope led to a junction of the gully. The right-hand branch looked like a good direct way up, but had more steep snow which would be time consuming. The left looked much easier apart from one pitch, up what appeared to be an overhanging chimney. We decided to try the left and were rewarded. I got into the chimney and found the left wall to be covered in excellent ice that even took screws. It felt weird to be climbing such secure ice. It really made me realise how hard and really quite serious the lower pitches had been. We nicknamed this pitch "The Gift" as it was such a surprise. A long snow slope led to a gully and this led to the main ridge. After a few hours of alpine style ridge climbing we found a good, flat spot just before dark and settled in for the night. By the time we had melted water and eaten food it was after 1am. Despite only having one sleeping bag made for 2 people with only a wind shield as a back board and a 2-man bivi-bag, we were quite warm and slept reasonably well. I woke with the sun already in the sky and after stuffing some porridge down we continued traversing the ridge, dropping onto the left side and doing some ledge shuffling to reach a col. Just above the col we found two wires equalised. These belonged to Pete and Ben who first told us about Mt Jezabel and who were the first people to climb the east face.
From here we soloed up the easier ridge to the summit where we sat in the sun for a while enjoying the warmth and the fact there was no wind. For the descent we down-climbed back to the wires, but instead of abseiling down the gully on the east face - which Pete and Ben had climbed - we went down the west side. Three long raps later we were in a broad gully that could be down-climbed to reach the massive south east couloir, which we walked down in 40 minutes.
This left us at the base of a col which blocked our way back to our skis and base camp. It looked quite big, we guessed six pitches. It didn't have one obvious way up. After a bit of debate and using the last of our gas to melt some water, we decided to try the steep-looking gully on the left. I sat thinking that we had made a big mistake and that we were about to have to do more run-out steep snow climbing.
In the end the thought of getting going was worse than the actual effort of climbing. The snow getting to the base of the gully was the worst bit. It had been fully thawed by the heat of the sun and felt like trying to climb up the inside up of a Slush Puppy machine. Once on the steeper sections, the ice was surprisingly good and after two pitches Tom arrived at my belay. Thinking we were about half way up, I turned to him saying, "Tag! You're it!" Tom set off and tried to make his way up the side of a roof, which had a small snow mushroom underneath. After some digging he down-climbed and looked around. Spotting a crack on the right wall he aided his way up it. Eventually he reached some slabby ground and quickly found his way back into the gully. A pitch later and we were at the top of the col - much to our relief.
I took the rack and looking down a gully found an anchor to abseil off easily enough, but I could also see the top of what appeared to be a massive snow mushroom. "I really hope we don't have to touch that," I thought as I started abseiling. 50m later, however, I saw that the mushroom was sat on a massive chock stone and we could just abseil straight under it. The second abb was very pleasant - for the first 15m until I came to an overhang. I looked down to see a huge slot. I started abseiling hoping my ropes reached something at the bottom. After a wild 45m I realised my ropes were about 3 metres short of a ledge system. I climbed back up 10 metres or so to a chock stone and as I couldn't find anything else to abb off I threw a big loop of tat round the chock stone, bounce-tested it and then shouted, "Rope free!" Tom didn't seem too concerned when he arrived but wasn't overjoyed to join me and just free-hang off the chock stone. However, all went well and we abseiled to the big ledge 20m down. From here it was only two more abseils down to the glacier. We trudged back to our skis and were soon celebrating in base camp by eating deep fried wraps with cheese.
We flew out to Talkeetna a few days later, the French team that I had met on the way in were on the plane when we got in. We all celebrated in the Fairview Inn over beers, talking about our climbs and all the funny things we had seen in Alaska.
Thanks to the Mount Everest Foundation and the British Mountaineering Council for their grant support.