tvashtarkatena Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 (edited) Trip: Yosemite's El Cap - Lurking Fear Date: 7/8/2012 Trip Report: Yup...same trip as Mike's recent TR. The slideshow is a mix of all of our photos - Mike's and Ivan's are credited. We arrived at the base to find that a bear had torn Ivan's gear and supplies a new, slobbery asshole. All that was left were a few unchewed cigarettes, some unpunctured water bottles, and 3 small cans, well coated in saliva (we hope) and dirt. Vienna Sausage, anyone? Not to worry: we send Ivan down to procure more supplies and toss our garbage. Unfortunately, he tossed three days worth of my food(stowed in a garbage bag) in the dumpster as well. Large mammals can be a problem in Yosemite. Our first aborted attempt at hauling the weight equivalent of a battleship up Lurking Fear's 2,200 vertical feet result in a general order to lighten ship and shorten our time on the wall from 5 to 3 days. After a redistribution of food wealth I wound up with Ivan's Cambells Chicken and Dumpling Soup, which is basically snot in horse cum as near as I can tell, as well as several squshels of gummy worms and a North Sea full of Swedish Fish. The Beanie Weenies were self inflicted. Once we were off the ground, things went relatively smoothly, with only one sleeping bag destroyed and the usual array of trinkets dropped (and some recovered later) en route. All poos were on time and on target, we didn't run out of water (a gallon a day per), and nobody took any giant rides earthward. Being the newest big waller, I was relegated to leading some C1 and low 5th, removing stuck pro, pig wrangling, and fully exploring the operation of our only belay chair. My trip up the wall was therefore slow, scenic, comfortable, and, with the exception of some strenuous sphincter isometrics while trying not to stare down 50 feet of offwidth runnout, a pleasant way to spend a few long summer days. A 2:30 am start under moonlight enabled us to arrive at Camp 1 just before dark, thanks to Mike's affinity for combining swinging and climbing. Mike and I played house on our two man ledge while Ivan gently attempted to cajole his Pringling portaledge 80' above. Eventually, the dynamic trio: Ivan, his portaledge, and his sleeping bag, produced a white mushroom cloud of down fail, punctuated by a verbal explosion that cut through the darkness like the shriek of a Valkyrie betrayed. I still hear echoes of that mournful cry every time I see a can of Beanie Weenies. Slide Show Gear Notes: Belay Chair and umbrella a must. 2 double rope buckets (Fish makes em) would have been exceptionally nice. A dry bag works well for poo, but one without a burp vent might provide a better ambiance next time. Edited July 16, 2012 by tvashtarkatena Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pink Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 nice slide show! i can smell the granite looking at those pics, thanks Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OlegV Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 You guys rule the world! Very Nice.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
markwebster Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 awesome photos! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ivan Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 Eventually, the dynamic trio: Ivan, his portaledge, and his sleeping bag, produced a white mushroom cloud of down fail, punctuated by a verbal explosion that cut through the darkness like the shriek of a Valkyrie betrayed. CUCKSUCKINGCUNTLAPPINGCUNNILINGUSESCHEWINGMOOOOOOOOOOTHERFUCKKKKKKKKKER!!!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ivan Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 luckily i have a whole new set of pix n' adverbs for the hat trick TR Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tvashtarkatena Posted February 18, 2014 Author Share Posted February 18, 2014 (edited) Same TR - the embedded version Trip: Yosemite's El Cap - Lurking Fear Date: 7/8/2012 Trip Report: The Architect contemplates the task ahead in the Merced River by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr El Cap, Lurking Fear, C2 5.7 19p. 3 camps on the wall. by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Lurching Steers Beta (by Ivan) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr We arrived at the base to find that a bear had torn Ivan's gear and supplies a new, slobbery asshole. All that was left were a few unchewed cigarettes, some unpunctured water bottles, and 3 small cans, well coated in saliva (we hope) and dirt. Vienna Sausage, anyone? Not to worry: we send Ivan down to procure more supplies and toss our garbage. Unfortunately, he tossed three days worth of my food (stowed in a garbage bag) in the dumpster as well. Large mammals can be a problem in Yosemite. From the base. Our fixed lines appear at left. by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Plumage. This photo, taken after the climb, includes only the gear we took on the wall. Ivan's foam pad, torn to shreds by a playful bear and lovingly reconstructed by a local artist, is on the left. by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Our first aborted attempt at hauling the equivalent of a battleship up Lurking Fear's 2,200 vertical feet result in a general order to lighten said ship and shorten our time on the wall from 5 to 3 days. After a redistribution of food wealth I wound up with Ivan's Cambells Chicken and Dumpling Soup, which is basically snot in horse cum as near as I can tell, as well as several squshels of gummy worms and a North Sea full of Swedish Fish. The Beanie Weenies were self inflicted. Once we were off the ground, things went relatively smoothly, with only one sleeping bag destroyed and the usual array of trinkets dropped (and some recovered later) en route. All poos were on time and on target, we didn't run out of water (a gallon a day per), and nobody took any giant rides earthward. Being the newest big waller, I was relegated to leading some C1 and low 5th, removing stuck pro, pig wrangling, and fully exploring the operation of our only belay chair. My trip up the wall was therefore slow, scenic, comfortable, and, with the exception of some strenuous sphincter isometrics while trying not to stare down 50 feet of offwidth runnout, a pleasant way to spend a few long summer days. A 2:30 am start under moonlight enabled us to arrive at Camp 1 just before dark, thanks to Mike's affinity for combining swinging and climbing. Mike and I played house on our two man ledge while Ivan gently attempted to cajole his Pringling portaledge 80' above. Eventually, the dynamic trio: Ivan, his portaledge, and his sleeping bag, produced a white mushroom cloud of down fail, punctuated by a verbal explosion that cut through the darkness like the shriek of a Valkyrie betrayed. I still hear echoes of that mournful cry every time I see a can of Beanie Weenies. Mike jugging P4 by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Pat leading P5 (by Ivan) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Mike leading the P7 traverse by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Double butt shot, P8. 50' of runnout on this offwidth - not a problem for the swallows who were flying in and out of it, though (by Ivan) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Camp1 for 2, below P10. You really can poo where you sleep if you're careful. Mike and I spent a pleasant evening here listening to Ivan and potato chipping portaledge destroy his sleeping bag together 80' above us. by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Pacific Tree Frog (Pseudacris regilla) at Camp 1, a thousand feet up the wall. Hummingbirds, salamanders, and other quiet little spirits revealed the wall's less intimidating nature on numerous occasions. by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Pat ascending back to the P10 anchor from Camp 1 (by Ivan) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Mike responds to a suggestion while on lead by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Big Man, Small Umbrella. Temperatures were in the high eighties, but our route enjoyed shade until midday (by Mike) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Ivan practicing his 'long haul' technique - to the ire of his pig wrangler below by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Mike on the mantle at the start of P14 by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Camp 2, P14. I used the belay chair at left to extend my sleeping platform for my feet by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr A belay chair is a must on a route like Lurking Fear (by Mike) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr P 15 by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr I heart hauling. P 17 (by Ivan) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Thanksgiving Ledge (Camp 3, P17) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Thanksgiving Cave by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Topping out on P 19 by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Victory Dancers by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Mike rap scouting. Ivan and I followed, each riding a pig. It took us about 6 hours to rap the 13 pitches down the face. by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr The Bull Whip Effect: the ends of ropes dropped when rapping often exceed the speed of sound and explode by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Ivan and his pig fight the urge to swing by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Typical clusterFk by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr 3 More Raps by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Last rap by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Schist, shit, and grit by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr We happy few by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr The Big Man Upper Pining it wit J Roc by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr A nice, cool cave on a 90 degree day by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Fleetwood Mac's Latest Album Cover: 'Tumors' . We climbed Daff Dome's West Crack on our last day by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Descending Daff Dome by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Glacier glass (Daff Dome) by PatGallagherArt, on Flickr Gear Notes: Belay Chair and umbrella a must. 2 double rope buckets (Fish makes em) would have been exceptionally nice. A dry bag works well for poo, but one without a burp vent might provide a better ambiance next time. Edited February 18, 2014 by tvashtarkatena Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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