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Camping and tramping issue
Camping and tramping issue
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The author and Tim Cziommer in Yosemite Valley, California, in front of the famous El Cap.<br />
"You never truly know what you’re<br />
capable of until you try something<br />
that you think is beyond you."<br />
The corner continued steeply above, with beautiful finger<br />
jams. After 20m or so, the crack morphed into a horizontal<br />
rail, and then moved back into a fists-corner. I climbed<br />
higher, wary of the few pieces of protection I had left.<br />
On the face to the right of the corner, I spied a feature<br />
that was scarred by the familiar black rubber of climbing<br />
shoes. Gingerly, curiously, I placed a foot into the feature,<br />
and reached blindly with my hand into … a perfect hand<br />
jam. I pulled over and, looking up, was confronted by a<br />
view of a magnificent hand crack.<br />
This time, with more moderate climbing, I could inhale<br />
the exposure and the glorious setting, chopping my<br />
hands into the crack all the way to the top of the fabulous<br />
55m-long pitch, relishing every move. These are the<br />
climbing moments that linger long after we’ve untied from<br />
the rope and are unwinding by a campfire.<br />
Two further pitches remained, including the overhanging<br />
splitter crack which was supposedly much harder than<br />
anything we had climbed up to this point. But evening was<br />
approaching, and Yuki had plans to do a classic big wall<br />
climb the following day. We rappelled down.<br />
Despite not topping out, a quiet euphoria settled as we<br />
traversed the glacier back to camp. I had free-climbed<br />
harder than I ever had in the mountains, and had climbed<br />
a striking feature that had been lingering in my memory<br />
for years. It had been some of the best pitches of climbing<br />
I’d ever had the privilege of gracing.<br />
As I walked out of the Bugaboos the following day, the<br />
sun warming my stride as I turned my back on those<br />
divine spires, I contemplated the harder, longer lines<br />
I'd tried in the Darrans, in Yosemite, in Zion and in the<br />
Bugaboos. I still have great fun on sport climbs, but The<br />
Power of Lard reinforced my love of longer routes in a<br />
grander, alpine setting.<br />
And striving for the send had also taught me another<br />
lesson, one that alpinists allude to when they talk about<br />
coming face to face with their true selves when pushed<br />
to the point of breaking: You never truly know what you’re<br />
capable of until you try something that you think is beyond<br />
you.<br />
--<br />
derekcheng.media<br />
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