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The Magic Carpet Ride
We arrived in Chile on January 7 then, after sorting out permits and buying food in Puerto Natales, left for Torres del Paine National Park to arrange horses to carry the majority of our equipment to a drop off point forty-five minutes shy of basecamp-- Campo Welsh. The next two weeks involved humping all of our bigwall gear from the drop off point to basecamp and eventually onto an advanced high camp at the edge of the glacier only an hour from the face. Also during this time, we managed to fix the first four pitches with the four static ropes that we had. Our plan was to climb the wall capsule style which meant fixing a limited supply of four ropes then commit to the route by hauling our lines up behind us and setting up a portaledge camp to begin fixing our four ropes again. This process is repeated until we are in a position to leave everything behind and push for the summit.
Unfortunately, the day after committing to the wall, Conny was nearing the end of a long string of heads while leading the fifth pitch, when he was stunned to notice that our tent down on the moraine, which contained the rest of their money, passports and plane tickets, had blown away. With no other option, we tied their ropes together and descended to rescue our travel documents from the carnage of the shredded tent then jugged back up the next morning for good.
We had two different hanging portaledge camps - one at the top of pitch five and one at the top of pitch nine - from where we would fix to the next suitable site or in the end to a point from where we could blast to the top. On February 6, after another sleepless night due to the raging storms, we had a late start but managed to complete the last steep, aid pitch from where we switched plastic boots for cold, tight rock shoes and cruised the last five pitches to a point three meters below the actual summit. These last moves we left unclimbed because it involved a 70 degree slab carpeted in a layer of thick, black lichen which was surprising as there was no vegetation on the entire route until the summit ridge. Now that we were on the ridge, exposed to the 100 km/hour westerly winds blowing off of the ice cap, the final moves seemed too sketchy so we called it good and began the rappels back to our portaledge. That night yet another snow storm blew in keeping us trapped in our hanging tent for two days before we could safely descend the rest of the route to the ground.
Out of the 17 long pitches, only one was particularly loose with rest ascending beautiful straight in cracks and perfect corners on solid granite. We rapped our route off bomber anchors, mainly two bolt (3/8") stations then piton/nut anchors higher on the mountain. This was only the third new route on the entire mountain after Dave Cheesemond's/ Phil Dawson's first ascent in 1976 and John Merriam's/Jonathon Copp's one day ascent establishing "Duncan's Diehral" last year, leaving acres of unclimbed granite on The Mummer as well as the other equally impressive formations of this rarely explored valley. copyright 2004: SeanIsaac.com |