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Year of publication 1960 - Fell and Rock Climbing Club

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THE NORTH FACE OF THEGRANDES JORASSESJ. F. Gunn ClarkThe irritations <strong>of</strong> the journey out vanished as the trainturned up the Chamonix valley <strong>and</strong> the Aiguilles swung intoview. There was not a patch <strong>of</strong> snow to be seen <strong>and</strong> theweather could hardly have looked more settled. At Snell'ssports shop we discovered that the sun had been shining forten days <strong>and</strong> that the great faces were thought to be in condition.After a brief discussion Robin Smith <strong>and</strong> I decidedto go up to the Leschaux Hut that evening. There was arumour that we should find Whillans <strong>and</strong> Maclnnes alreadythere.At the Montenvers I caught my breath in awe. TheJorasses hung there above us, higher <strong>and</strong> steeper than I hadremembered. It seemed quite fantastic that by the same timethe following day we might be half-way up that magnificentface.Two hours later our hopes were washed away by a violentthunderstorm. Crouching under a boulder on the glacierbelow the Couvercle we debated whether to carry on or goback to Chamonix. In the end we decided to press on, ifonly for the sake <strong>of</strong> spending a night in the legendary LeschauxHut. When we arrived there we found five assorted Continentalparties. As the evening wore on the clouds cleared<strong>and</strong> we realized that the storm had been only local. Ourhopes rose again <strong>and</strong> we took stock <strong>of</strong> the situation. It wasclear from the mass <strong>of</strong> rope, pitons, karabiners littering thehut that each party was intending to do a big route, probablythe same one as ourselves. Since everyone was being rathersecretive, I innocently asked if anyone was going to the Westface <strong>of</strong> the Petites Jorasses, a modern rock climb. Haughtyhead-shakes confirmed our suspicions <strong>and</strong> we retired to bed,leaving the impression that lesAnglais would not be competing.We set our alarm for midnight <strong>and</strong> dozed <strong>of</strong>f, confident thatwe at least would have a spot to bivouac on the followingnight.We left the hut at 12.30 a.m. <strong>and</strong> started the long slog upthe glacier to the foot <strong>of</strong> the face. After an hour the greatblack wall loomed so high above us that it hid the starscompletely. Bobbing lights started to follow us. While wewere strapping on our crampons beneath the rimaye, a Polish

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