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Moonlight
July 5, 2010 at 8:08 am | Dave Pickford | No comment
As the jet lag finally fades, the memory of climbing perhaps the best long climb I’ve ever done intensifies: Moonlight Buttress in Zion National Park, Utah.
After a week or so over Easter getting into shape on the epic splitters of the world’s pre-eminent crack climbing area, Indian Creek (near Moab in south east Utah), Matty Rawlinson and I gunned our silver Mustang west on Interstate 7 and hit the 15 south for Zion, in search of what was allegedly the best multipitch route on North American sandstone.
After an enforced (and probably fortuitous) extra rest day due to a traffic jam of several aid climbing teams on the lower pitches, we made another crossing of the freezing waters of the Virgin River just after sunrise the following day, with the awesome monolith of Moonlight Buttress towering above us. The first three pitches of 5.10 and 5.11 climbing passed by quickly, and the sun hit us just as we finished the third pitch. From the second belay to the last, the climbing is incredibly sustained – every pitch is 5.12 or 12+ (E5 or E6 in British grades) for seven pitches. Nervously, I set off up the first hard pitch, and after a tussle with the boulder-problem start I began to marvel at one of the best dihedrals I have ever climbed. The route continues on up the gigantic open-book corner for another forty metres of hard 5.12 climbing, until the notorious ‘flare’ pitch is reached, guarding entry to the magnificent headwall.
It was only 2pm by the time we reached the ledge at the end of the flare – we were doing well, both free climbing every pitch leading and seconding. But the effort of the climbing was beginning to show, and we shared an energy bar and the last of our Gatorade before I set off up the stupendous ‘London Wall pitch’ – number 7 – which fires up a pin-scarred locker finger crack for eighty feet. I looked back down the line of the rope as I reached the belay: it fell almost perfectly straight down to Matty on the ledge, winding through a series of colourful purple Camalots and yellow Aliens. That must be simply one of the best crack pitches anywhere, I thought, as I clipped the chains.
The two remaining hard pitches after this went by in a kind of dream, and I reached the belay at the end of pitch ten with cramping elbows from dehydration. My body was tired, and my mind had been blown into orbit by the astounding day’s rock climbing we’d had on Moonlight Buttress. It simply must be done by anyone capable of free climbing it. Equally, it makes for a brilliant day or two-day aid route: it is a climb in a million that defines the often-heard Yankee catchphrase ’stellar’.
Welcome to the New Karrimor Site
April 14, 2010 at 2:44 pm | Dave Pickford | No comment
Welcome to the new Karrimor Website. For more information about me and my expeditions watch this space…
The desire to climb has dominated my life…
April 14, 2010 at 2:40 pm | Dave Pickford | No comment
I had my first introduction to climbing in 1994, at Swanage in England during a school exchange year to the UK. Since then, the desire to climb has dominated my life. Climbing for me is more than just a sport. It is a desire to combine physical and mental challenges with nature, beautiful surroundings and people from all over the world. I have never focused on just one form of climbing, but enjoy the variety climbing has to offer. To me, variety has always been more important than getting good at just one thing.
My Love of Climbing
April 14, 2010 at 2:39 pm | Dave Pickford | No comment
“I started climbing around 1995 in the Lake District, where I grew up. I started out by climbing as many classic routes (and some not so classic ones!) as possible, before moving to North Wales five years ago to do more of the same. The majority of my climbing used to be soloing, but I’ve cut down on this in recent years. I’ve done the majority of routes between E5 and E7 in the Lakes and North Wales, so will be doing a lot of trips to Scotland in the near future. Great lines with high-quality, committing climbing are what I enjoy most, with Conan the Librarian at Gogarth on Anglesey still probably my favourite climb anywhere.
My Passion for Climbing began at the age of Twelve
April 14, 2010 at 2:37 pm | Dave Pickford | No comment
“I started climbing at the age of twelve, cycling and walking to the local gritstone crags of Yorkshire with young friends. It was a real adventure, being lost, having epics, a sense of discovery, really exciting. Those are the things that I look for in climbing now. I’m not into chasing grades. For me, climbing is about having massive adventures and amazing experiences with good friends.
My Passion For Climbing…
April 14, 2010 at 2:35 pm | Dave Pickford | No comment
“I led my first proper rock climb on a freezing January day on Froggatt Edge in the Peak district, aged eleven. I can still remember the feeling of my cold hands sliding on the rough gritstone as I attempted to deploy a weird technique called ‘jamming’ I’d read about in climbing books. I remember battling upwards, just making the easy finishing groove before my arms gave up. And I remember clawing over the top of the crag, elated, to find the landscape I saw from below had changed. Scudding clouds cast a new light across the dark moorland. Even as an eleven year-old boy, I understood that I had experienced something that would probably change the whole course of my life. Looking back, I was right.
