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Our Routine…
Set the alarm for 2am and hit the sack as early as possible. Wake up, drive to trailhead and get blasted by 50mph wind gusts while racking up on the side of the highway. Say “fuck it” and sleep in the car hoping to do something smaller, shorter, and hopefully less windy in the morning. There were of course variations on this theme…like back in 2008 (our first thought of doing Resolution Arete ) when we came to Vegas over Memorial Day only to find four days of essentially non-stop rain. Back then we did not even make the trailhead pilgrimage. Or the last time over Memorial Day of 2011 when after driving to Vegas from Portland we found not only high winds but also socked in Red Rocks summits at dawn. Three day weekend with one day available to do the climb meant lots of pissed off driving time through near wintry conditions in southern Nevada …
Finally…
Luck smiled down upon us in mid-June of 2011. We flew out to LA Friday after work as we could not find cheap tickets for Vegas. It was cheaper to fly to LAX even though the Southwest flight had a stopover at McCarran (did not know that ahead of time)…go figure. Finished driving back to Vegas on Saturday and had a do-nothing day. Well almost – we did procure some coffee and with the foresight of bringing a thermos with us ended up with a decent “breakfast” at 2am on Sunday. We were hiking a touch after 3am through a warm and windless night. A bit of cross country (it’s been a while since we’ve been there for Initi Watana ) got us above the red band and up into the White Rot Gully where we saw first light.
Pitch-By-Pitch Drivel…
At the base at 5ish and climbing pitch 1 by I think 5:30ish. I led pitch one, Shirley did two. I then combined three and four (numbering per George Bell’s topo) with some rope to spare (70 meter lines). A bit of route finding on the fifth pitch 5.8 face traverse followed by two scrambly pitches atop the lower buttress. This put us in line for the next distinct section of the route: a steep headwall about four pitches in height. I led the nice pitch seven with the fun 5.10- roof pull and Shirley put us at the base of the 5.11+/C1 roof of pitch nine. This unmistakable feature got aided and after the short 5.10+ pitch ten (two hard moves and then it’s over) we were on a good ledge with some lower angle terrain ahead. By this time we were rationing our water since it seemed we were depleting our supply faster than we were chipping away at the pitch count. It was warm. The next two pitches were pretty forgettable and we were soon at the base of the 5.9 hand traverse pitch (#13). Spectacular indeed! Fun climbing, good pro, and a beautifully exposed position high above Sherwood Forest . Shirley got the lead of this best-pitch-of-the-day and I took over from there to the top. Those final six or so pitches were OK although the last 5.8 pitch was a little chossy but I’m not entirely sure if I finished up the correct crack system. We were also quite tired by this point. A long simulclimb above put us at the obvious unroping spot where we happily switched to hiking shoes. Although we did not check, I think we topped out around 6:30ish pm. We were down to a sip of water each at this point and hoping to find a puddle or two in First Creek Canyon below. I was willing to eat mud if it had a hint of water content.
We started the hike along Wilson ’s summit ridge aiming for the backside saddle. Think we might have gone too far right/north as we ended up being cliffed out by a gully dropping down into Oak Creek Canyon . A quick skirting of the gully back up toward the ridge top solved the issue and soon enough we reached the sandstone-limestone saddle and started dropping into First Creek. We found some of the best tasting water we’ve ever had near the top of the canyon and spent a good 15 minutes filling ourselves and our containers with the cold, clean goodness. Darkness found us sometime during this libation. The ensuing boulder hopping descent was memorable to be sure. Something to be experienced at least once by all who love Red Rocks. I will not get into the specific details of exactly how long it took us (embarrassingly long) but lets just say that by the time we reached our car we saw that we would not be making our early pre-work morning flight home from LAX (~5 hrs away). Next time we go back for anything involving a Mt. Wilson top-out, we’ll definitely experiment with the Oak Creek descent option.
The “late evening” was rounded out by a pig-out at a Denny’s somewhere in Summerlin…ahhh, good old Denny’s: cookin’ up the nasty shit 24/7! After this grease feast we passed out till morning.
Beta…
Like many others, we’ve used George Bell’s famous (& very accurate) RA topo. Also, both Dow on summitpost (here) and Eric & Lucie offer outstanding written descriptions of the route including great/informative photos. All of these are excellent resources and in fact I don’t really think we looked at the guidebooks for this line till after the fact.
We climbed this line on June 19th. Blue Diamond forecast was calling for low to mid 90’s with 10-20mph winds (= a mild convection oven). This is late in the season to be sure however we’ve had some poor weather luck trying it in April and May – mostly it was the strong winds that just took the fight out of us at the trailhead (if it’s blasting 40-50mph down in the valley, well…) We had two nalgene bottles with us and a large platypus. This was just enough for the climb and we were happy to find running water high in First Creek Canyon on descent. It would’ve been (more) character building without it.
For rack, we had a few nuts (hardly used) and then doubles in 2 smallest Alien/TCU sizes and doubles in #3 and #4 C4’s. Triples in green Alien/blue TCU to #2 Camalot range. Excessive? Maybe but we’re conservative (chickenshit) and figured since we’re rolling all of our own belays…
To echo what so many others have said, we thought it was a good line. A full day’s worth of climbing (very full day for us if you include approach & descent) high above the desert with a very trad ambiance: two (1.5?) bolts in 20 pitches and a somewhat meandering line that limits the escape options.
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