Monday, August 10, 2015

Ridge lines summer 2015

       
           Not everything fun we've been up to this summer fits into a theme of climbing mountains - for starters my brother and Alli got married in the San Juan Islands, Hillary and I got our minds blown eating ramen in San Francisco with Thad and Carrie, and striped blue and white tank tops have featured prominently in beach sessions on both Puget Sound and Cape Cod. But between major family happenings and barbecues Hillary and I have been getting after it pretty good in a variety of settings (please excuse the carbon footprint), with adventures consistently revolving around both great friends and endless mountain ridges. After the first trip to Switzerland in early July, I was about ready to swear off the things and had pretty well OD'ed on ridge climbs, only to be reinvigorated by the prospect of getting out with Hill in our home court mountain range (the Ecrins) and later by the golden granite of the High Sierra. I love a good straight in rock or ice climb, and someday I would like to have* conquered some of the more emblematic north faces of the Alps, but I think at heart I will always be a ridge guy, for at least four reasons: (1) the continuous spectacular position often afforded while climbing sidewalks perched in the sky; (2) the esthetic and logical qualities of ridges in terms of mountain architecture; (3) I've long given up on being a rockstar climber, and the challenges of constant "tricky ridge bullsh$$" often demand more technique and rope savvy than pure climbing ability, allowing me to keep learning without always training three days a week; and (4) I enjoy the continuous movement and physical output of efficiently covering lots of ground, which for me at least tends to happen in the kind of terrain pictured below...

*Note the important difference between "want to do" and "wanting to have done", in this case the major north faces of the Alps. This nuance, as pointed out by Krakauer in his book Eiger Dreams, would make for a great English grammar lesson and also gives a window into climber psychology. For the record, all of the photos below document outings that for me fell in the "want to do" category.



-- 4000m peaks in Switzerland with Olivier --

Van life in a rare patch of free camping real estate in Saas Fe. Olivier objects on principle to the Swiss tendency to pay for everything (camping, parking, right to enter a village), and kept up a sustained and mostly successful effort to freeload the above services as much as possible. His van, complete with bed and kitchen, was key.





























              Lenspitze on the left and Nadelhorn on the right, our first objectives, as seen from the descent ridge. Plan A was to go up the steep snow on Lenspitze and then traverse to the Nadelhorn, but lack of a good refreeze (even at 3am and at 4000m) caused us to make a game time decision to head up the mostly rock ridge left of the face, which fortunately is also super classic, and then continue on our way to the second summit. This was a long outing and both of us got rocked by the altitude, arriving at our tent after 10 hours or so of climbing unable to eat, talk, or do anything but take ibuprofen and lay down for a little bit. Then there was the 6500' vertical depproach back to the van, which Olivier had parked another 800' below the trailhead in order to avoid paying for parking... 




















                       Traversing to the Nadelhorn, with the Dom des Mischabel (4545m) in the background. I learned that the Dom is the highest peak located entirely within Switzerland (Mont Rose is shared with Italy) and is therefore a very popular objective. 



                                                                                                                                                      Camping below our objective for round 2, Weissmiess, with the regular route (our descent) in view. We came in from the ridge on the left, after a section of rock that you can't see in the photo. 



 Olivier charging across the north ridge of Weissmiess, which happens to feature mostly solid gneiss and moments of high quality climbing up to 5.6 or so. 



On the heroic home stretch just below the summit. Personally I would have set the track a little further from the cornices...








-- 100 Plus belles mission in the Ecrins with Hill --
             The Pic Nord des Cavales in the Ecrins National Park. The southwest ridge we climbed takes the lefthand skyline in the foreground while the descent comes down the righthand ridge. I suspected this route would be my style when I read in the guidebook that this classic itinerary "featured good rock and was once popular 20 years ago".




                                                                                                                               Hillary cruising the low angle section between the first gendarme and the summit pyramid, with some fine obscure Ecrins 3000m peaks in the background: Pic du Gény, le Plaret and the Tête de la Gandolière (left to right).



I was psyched to climb the whole thing in mountain boots, given that the route featured a good bit of 5th class climbing. 




Hillary at the end of the difficulties, with just a few hundred feet of ridge romping left between us and summit.





Helmets off on the summit, with a happy and also somewhat tired Hillary, who several days before had won 2nd place in a 50 mile trail race (see preceding post). That said, she still had more spring in her step at the end of the day than I did. Most of all I was psyched to get in the mountains the two of us, and to check off a local project in the midst of all our travels. Also it is worth noting that we  had knock out views of the Rateau (left) and Meije (right) for almost the entire day. 




-- Trip to the High Sierra in Yosemite: Chapter 1 with Terray and Sierra  --

                                                                                             Tenaya Lake and Peak. In my book this is undoubtedly one of the best roadside mountain destinations of all time, and was our daily staple for swimming, beers, snacks, and at least one attempt to catch fish. We also climbed Tenaya Peak on the left hand skyline, with Hillary leading.



Hillary looking good and keeping things casual while I get gripped on some splitter 5.6 a few pitches up the southeast buttress of Cathedral Peak - photo by Terray Sylvester.


Hillary and me on top of Eichorn's Pinnacle below Cathedral Peak, which is miraculously accessed by a single pitch of airy 5.4 - photo by Terray Sylvester.  



                                                                                                                  Walking off Cathedral Peak with Terray and Sierra.


                                                                                                      Somehow throughout the trip Hillary managed to keep squeezing in trail runs. Here she is on an evening run with Sierra and Terray to Cloud's Rest, with Half Dome and the Valley across the way - photo by Terray Sylvester. 




-- Trip to the High Sierra in Yosemite: Chapter 2 with Thad, Carrie and Will  --

Ponies prepare to ridge scramble. We believed at the time that we were at the base of the north ridge of Conness, and only realized that Conness was one peak over once we had summited what we later learned is called North Peak. Turns out backcountry travel without a map is a real gamble, which fortunately in this case worked out totally fine -- do both and continue on to Conness! 



                                                                                                                                                      Climbing up what turned out to be North Peak with Carrie and Thad. This one is definitely not in 50 Classic Climbs of North America, but it did feature some fun sections as well as a couple all points off dynos to get across the occasional deep but narrow chasm. Also the setting was correct, as Olivier would say. Photo by Will Murray. 



Jungle gym fun on the north ridge of Conness, which offered up this spectacular hand crack just below the summit. Hill and I were both really psyched to finally climb with Will, who has casually become an excellent rock climber in recent years. The last morning of the trip we were able to head up West Crack (5.9) together, which counts for me as one of the highest quality rock routes I've ever done. West Crack, however, is not a ridge and therefore is not pictured here. 


                                                                                                                                  Back to the subject at hand: this is the north ridge of Conness in its entirety, with the walk off North Peak just across the way behind the lake.






Monday, July 6, 2015

The other TGV (ie not the Big Fast Train)

Tour des Glaciers de la Vanoise (and some other running)

I think everyone who has looked at our oft-languishing blog knows that it is not an entirely representative sampling of our day-to-day life here in Grenoble.  However,  glancing through the last few years of punctual blog posts, I've noticed that I've gone pretty heavy on skiing/climbing posts and pretty light on posts about running--which is, to say the least, very under-representative of my actual life .  Today, while I try to stay out of the heat wave and also try to encourage my legs to start working normally again, I've decided that it is time to add in a post about yesterday's Tour des Glaciers de la Vanoise...and provide a few pretty pictures of other runs I've been on. 

This past December, Thibaut had the crazy idea that we should run an ultramarathon.   I say crazy not because I hadn't already pondered this idea myself, but more because my ultramarathon fantasy had remained pretty fuzzy and hypothetical up until now.  Technically, any race that is longer than the standard 26.2 miles counts as an ultramarathon--so I've actually competed in several, but never more than 10 miles more than marathon, that didn't really count in my head.  So, I agreed with Thibaut to sign up for the Tour des Cirques in August, a 120km (75mi) run in the Pyrenees with 7,000m (23,000ft) of vertical gain (and loss).  

To help get us ready, we've been running a lot, and we set a couple of intermediate goals to help get our training on track: 


  • At the end of May, I ran the Technica Maxi-Race around Lake Annecy on a team with our friend Darin as my first marathon of the year.   
Darin, testing out a section of my race course

  • Thibaut and I somewhat randomly picked a loop on the the map and ran 35km around at totally incredible snapshot out of the Windows XP desktop

Tiny speck Thibaut runs around the bend into crazy landscape. 

Windows XP desktop? 
  •  Thibaut, Thomas, and I ran 40km around the Taillefer and then linked up a run up and down the Moucherotte from Grenoble the next day with Guillaume.  
Whence we came
Thibaut and Thomas on the Plateau des Lacs
Ending the day on the far side of the mountain.
  • Jess Marion and Lincoln Benedict visited and we went for an awesome 2-day running tour in the Vanoise with guest appearances from about 150 Ibex, and a night at a hut. 
Thibaut once said of the Vanoise:
"growing up in the Pyrenees, this is what I imagined the Alps should look like" 
Jess, in perfectly photographical colors, makes her way across a high alpine meadow
  • And yesterday, Thibaut and I (and our friend Rémy), ran in the Tour des Glaciers de la Vanoise (TGV): a 45-mile race with 12,500 ft of climbing around the Vanoise National Park.  
This last one, because it was by far the longest, and the most recent in my memory (both mental and physical memories), merits a bit longer of a story: 


Depart:  The race organizers bumped the departure time up to 3:30am and put strict time cut-offs because of the heat wave.  It was already 60° out under a moonlit sky when 430 of us left from the Pralognan town hall.  It was my first early morning race start, and I found the combination of the Pirates of the Caribbean theme music, red roman candles and hundreds of headlamps pretty surreal.  At this point I parted ways with Thibaut and Rémy and entered the mêlée.

1:  Up until the first aid station (8km and 1000m of climb) I was feeling pretty good.  Maybe too good.  I got pretty stressed out early on since the climbing started immediately out of town, and there were some pretty serious traffic jams on the trail.  I pushed hard, maybe too hard, to get out of the crowd and enjoyed the relatively cool weather, traverse of the famous Lac des Vaches--a very shallow lake with a trail of flat stones across the middle--and not-too-difficult climb.  Looking back down the valley, it was all dark except for a line of hundreds of headlamps streaming up the hillside.  I was pretty energized by the ambiance, and when I got to the aid station, they told me I was in deuxième place (2nd place).  I was moving quickly through and thought they said dixième place (10th place), but was pretty stoked.

2: Sometime around here, when we turned south, the sun started to come up, but before it was fully up, we crossed a steep snowfield under the supervision of CRS (French police) who made sure we made it across safely.  They informed me that I was actually in second place, but unfortunately that didn't last.  Still using my headlamp and following those ahead of me, I veered off course in a scree field and ended up loosing about 10 minutes.  When I was finally scrambling back to the course and had taken off my headlamp, I saw the formerly 3rd woman pass me.

3: I managed to keep her at a safe distance up to the aide station at kilometer 20 at the Refuge de l'Arpont.  I was still feeling pretty good at that point, but after we left the station, she took off at an impressive pace.  One of the things that is special about this course, but also what was really challenging for me is that the route involved a lot of 'balcons' or traverses across long stretches of mountainside.  On the one hand, this is beautiful, on the other hand, I'm not used to actually running so much because so often trail races are more about technical up and down than flats and rolling hills.   I managed to keep #2 in sight because we could see for long stretches and because she was wearing a fluorescent green shirt, and even leap-frogged with her a on a couple climbs, but I couldn't keep up with her and started to feel aches and pains pretty acutely.  Between kilometer 25 and 50, I was in a constant battle between holding on, and wanting to quit.  I saw a small snake (or maybe lizard?) and in my delirium even fantasized about getting bitten so I'd have an excuse to stop.  Thibaut arrived at the third aid station as I was leaving which gave me a little boost, but not quite enough to pull me up out of my funk.
I finally lost sight of #2 as we made a brutal descent into the trees (our only time in the shade), took to walking/hobbling as I was feeling quad cramps and pretty severe knee and hip pain.

4:  Shortly before aid station 4 at kilometer 50, I came to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to see #2 again, and that I needed to let it go.  I decided to take a longer stop at the station, and even got the nurse on hand to give me a quick quad massage and some acetaminophen.  Thibaut once again caught up with me and after a good 10 minute rest, we took off together for the last 1100m uphill.  The massage (ahem, are you reading this, Brad?) and company gave me a new lease on life, and I kicked into gear for the climb.  My legs still felt pretty strong for the uphill, and because I could avoid running for the most part, my joints cooperated.  Fortunately, the sun was in and out of the clouds so I didn't die of heat stroke during the due south-facing final climb.

5:  I managed to pass a bunch of guys on the way up the hill, and slogged by way up the final snow fields to the col.  At the col, the CRS folks who has secured the climb with fixed ropes pointed out #2 below us.  They encouraged me to go catch her, and though I was extremely shocked to see her, I didn't hold out much hope of catching her because I'd seen how she ran before, and descent is not my strong suit.

6: I mentally prepared myself for the 18km descent back to Pralognan, and put my climbing skill set to use for long  and efficient glissades down the north side of the col. I finally passed her as she tried to daintily make her way down the snow without slipping.

7: From there, I quickly passed through the last aid station, concerned that she would overtake me again.  I managed to make good time for the first 6 km or so, all time time glancing backwards to see if she was in view.  About half way down, the real fatigue started to set in, and I really struggled to keep running.  I was reminded of the first trail race that I ever did: the Great Adirondack Trail Race.  The feelings of running down the last hills into Keene Valley and running down the last pitches to Pralognan were a very similar mental exercise: alternating between telling myself "you can do this, the end is near, you are strong!" and "Why are you doing this to yourself?  It's ok to cry, just stop, and lay down on the ground."   Luckily, on both occasions, the former voice won out and I managed to take the race to the end, crossing the finish line in just under 11 hours and 16 minutes.

Arrival: So, this concludes my very long answer to the question I've had a dozen times today: so, how was your race?  I'm very pleased with my finish, and though I had initially hoped to clock a slightly faster time (10-11hours), I hadn't taken the nearly 90° heat into account.  I drank at least 7 liters of water through the day, worked pretty thoroughly through my Gu and Shotblok stocks (thanks, Nancy!), drank all of my EmergenC electro-mix (thanks, Steve!) and even stopped to take a couple photos on my new phone (thanks, mom!).  My final finish 30 minutes behind #1 and 30 minutes ahead of #3 was very satisfying, and I was thrilled to put in a 35th place finish overall.
Thibaut made it to the end in 12 hours, and finished 74th, and Rémy clocked in 12 hours and 54 minutes in 113th place.

Now, it's time for Thibaut and me to ask ourselves:  are we ready to double that distance??

Departure
#5: Mid-way up the last climb 
#5: After the boost

Arrival and awards

Sunday, March 29, 2015

9 hours of struggle in the massif du Taillefer with Olivier

Two weekends ago Olivier and I had a grand adventure on the NW couloir of the Grand Van, within less than an hour's drive of Grenoble. For more photos and for those looking to work on their French, here is a link to Olivier's account:



Sunday, February 15, 2015

Week one of gratuitous vacation: Belledonne!

I complain a lot about French bureaucracy.  I hate submitting papers in triplicate. I hate trying to anticipate which documents, that are not on the official list of documents, I might get asked for at the Prefecture.  And I hate getting sent back and forth and back and forth between different offices in different buildings on different sides of the city.

However, I do not hate French vacations.  Despite my constant struggles with administration and the current possibility that I may not get paid for 40 hours of work I did last year because someone checked the wrong box on my forms back in 2012, I feel that I should not complain (at least not more than I have already).  I should not complain (too much) because just as I managed to surface from underneath an enormous pile of papers to make and grades to enter, I started a two-week school vacation.  It feels a bit gratuitous since we've only been back at school for 4 weeks,  but since France splits itself into 3 zones for vacations, it was our turn to go first, and voilà: vacances

Luckily for me, beginning the week without concrete plans has not gotten in the way of my ability to 'profit'  and to renew my affection for one of Grenoble's closest mountain ranges: Belledonne.  I would be lying if I suggested that we had not already 'discovered' skiing in Belledonne.  While he studied abroad back in 2009, Brad brought Thad and me on a multi-day trip up some of the most prominent peaks seen from the city.  We profited again with Sam over Christmas in 2010; with Carrie, Thad, and Brian in 2011; with Sambo and Jesse in 2013 and on and off in between.  However, given our relative obsession with the Ecrins, occasional but fantastic powder in Chartreuse, and  Brad's broken ankle last year, Belledonne had fallen a little by the wayside.

Over the last week, I have been reminded of some of what Belledonne has to offer, exploring new areas, new summits and new views.  Below, there is a smattering of photographs from the week's adventures--ones in which I fell back in love with the massif's steep valleys, endless views, and low parking lots and high summits.

1) Weekend exploring the eastern side of Belledonne from the Basse-Maurienne:
Day one: Col de la Colombière and Col du Merlet with Brad, Thibaut and Christophe
Christophe tops out on the col
François, have I earned French Nationality yet??



Day two: (Almost) Col du Tepey and other minigolf around the valley with Brad and Thibaut
Heroics on the skin track, take one
Heroics on the skin track, take two

Brad enjoys turns earned
A not so heroic moment:
consequences of a white out and flat light



2) "Sick Day": Enjoying a beautiful sunny day while throwing down tons of vertical (6,900 ft) and admiring Mont Blanc, la Grande Casse, la Meije and much more.
Rocher Blanc (2928m) and Col de la Combe Madame with Brad
Plagued by illness, Brad cannot work today

Can't resist a second lap 
3) Girls day out: My first outing "entre filles" while Brad slaved away at the lab.
 Cime de la Jasse (2478m) with Lydia


Lydia shreds the small pocket of still good snow
Happy ladies