Well this year things have really come together for me a bit, I got oppertunity's to get on alot of things I hadn't been on in the past... This was no exception.
Ever since I first saw it last june when we hit goldfinger it had mesmorised me. I had looked around and asked a few people about it and yielded no results other then that it is a well known snow climb and as far as anyone knew it had not been skiied. I asked dave b about it and he said he thought it was possible and it hadn't been skiied much if ever. This was all after I had pondered the concept for months and stared the pictures down guaging size and planning routes and safe points to escape slough. I wondered if it was even possible at first and asked how it could be done safely, how would you rope up to go down it? how inset is it? is it possible with out roping up? I scanned the net for pics and luckily dave had one that represented how inset it really was.
That confirmed it for me, the only forseable problem would be the entrance I figured. I thought I saw a traverse line around the cornice guarding the couloir and was pretty sure it was the way in, although I figured just in case I could bring some stuff to rig an anchor and a 60 M and rap over the cornice if possible.
a shot of the top of the line to see the possible traverse in from lookers left around and under the cornice around the sketch convex spine above a 500+ ft drop.....
anyone scared yet? I sure was just thinking about it.
So my room mate says to me saturday night "hey we should hit the badfinger tomorrow...." I'm like really? and I start to shake a bit from the jittery adrenaline rush that follows. Well I guess I better start planning....
so the next morning rolls around and after much planning (I went up and shot beta photos earlier before dusk) we decided to hit this nice little warm up above lincolin lake.
Some shots of me comming out the bottom...
So after that we went up to summit lake to meet up with some friends and hopefully shoot some video. We wait and drive around looking for cell service and call out a couple times but no one is responsive so we had to call it at a certian point for safteys sake. We started hiking at about 11:30 and things went pretty smooth on the hike, next thing I knew I was at the bad finger and feeling increadibly scared. I walked over to check out the entrance and all I could see was blind roll over to steepness to HUGE cliff. That option in my mind at that point in time was pure suicide. I was gripped at this point and my room mate shows up. Why don't you take a look for your self I tell him. He comes back like "if that's the way in fuck this". We decided to look at the opposite side, and that just looked even scarier.
My room mate is like "what now?" He dropped goldfinger last year with me and I could tell he wanted to again, I wanted to walk back initially as the roll on goldfinger was pretty bad this year but 3 people snuck in (to goldfinger)already before us.
I was feeling optimistic and atleast wanted to look in to the line head on from the cornice. This was really sketch though as the cornice showed some minor cracks and it was about 1:30 and pretty warm. I rigged up a dead man with some webbing and rigged up another with a stretch of rope and equalized and centralized the anchor point with a biner and a clove hitch to make it solid if either dead man blew which was a pretty damn slim chance. I rigged a harness out of some 8 or 9 mill cordelette and a munter hitch with 2 biners and I walked the plank. I started to sink in a bit near 1-2 feet from the edge, but I managed to get a look (from the direct rap in point at a smaller section of the cornice away from the cracks). I saw a horrifying runnel when I looked over and there was a super exposed face/spine which was mandatory to enter the gut. I walk back to saftey and I tell Nathan there is a nasty runnel but I think it's managable.
Nathan has never seen a runnel and I have only experienced them 1 or 2 times in the past. I told him to check it out for himself, and rigged the harness and munter up for him with the second cordelet I had and 2 more locking biners.
He thought he could handle it if he could get over the cornice and get his board on...
I wanted nothing to do with that, I strapped in about 7 feet from the cornice and backed up with my board on. Once near the edge at the soft spot in the cornice I proceded to jump up and down trying to get the fucker to drop as I would rather it drop out below me and leave me hanging on the rope then above me crushing my ass. Supprisingly nothing was moving and I worked out further doing the same untill it busted right near the edge in a small chunk. I touched down soon enough and I still had maybe 30 feet of rope to keep me off edge above the exposed spine and face. I must admit I didn't want to get off the ropes at all, the snow however was supprisingly good some was wet but not too bad. There was some solid sections but you could get an edge the whole time and it was really prime overall.
Fresh off the rope contemplating if it's too solid to turn or if it's gonna be glop
I was worried I would skip instead of holding an edge and get caught up in the runnel at high speeds but finally I mustered a jump turn:
then a few more turns:
My favorite shot:
More shots:
The exposure:
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