I found myself wondering what kind of assumptions and beliefs my climbing partners’ hold; as we made our way up Table Mountain to be greeted by 6 degrees C and wind that held the potential to cancel afternoon cable car trips:
- ‘Predictions are not the territory and need to be verified by doing a proper reccie.
- Unless we have witnessed factual evidence to the contrary there’s always a chance to climb!
- Waiting for ideal and comfortable conditions will be like waiting for Godot.’
I was thinking that I’d humour my team and join them for the cable car ride so that I could indulge in hot waffles at the restaurant while they climbed! As we stepped outside the cable car station we were welcomed by thick cloud and rocks that were so wet that we could see our own reflections!
That was where they drew the line. We decided to go to the lower buttress and check out the conditions below the clouds. Riaan, very timeoulsy, cashed in on his free birthday rides and was wishing he’d opted for his favourite Winter climbing destination – Hellfire.
The usual suspects re routes were sopping because of a waterfall coming down the first pitch at the Venster ledge; so we moved far left to the dry but damp-in-patches, India section.
Anton provided Riaan with some very abstract RD… ‘you go straight up and then left of that bush’. I was still thinking (which bush and how can one go straight up when there are tiny pebbles for feet and precious little place for pro): when I noticed that Anton was already a few metres up Somersault. Despite the fact that Riaan had never climbed this route before, he seemed satisfied with the abbreviated instructions! As he got going he realised just how hollow some of the sections of the route felt and I noticed him tapping the rocks and getting very creative about pro placement.
By now Anton was in 5th gear and completely out of sight but that didn’t seem to bother Riaan who likes to figure things out on his own. Anton could rather have lead this dodgy route because he was familiar with it but I had a sneaky suspicion that he gave it to Riaan as a present, to slow him down for a change and give him a brand new puzzle to solve. Well, it certainly wasn’t boring! Aimée and I remarked that Riaan’s technique of dropping all his lower body weight down to foot level below that squashed roof section…. was very clever. He managed to sit on his haunches, stomach sucked into the mountain; while placing gear in the crack around the corner.
Then as he made it past that super awkward roof, fingers jammed into a difficult-to-balance-on-crack; he was greeted by some loose blocks and flakes. We all know that the weather and the seeping water influences the rock… I imagined the rocks becoming ill-fitted puzzle pieces.
Aimée was also out of sight by now and was having the time of her life on this fridge-like surface. Anyone who can brave the Cape Town ocean on a surfboard, the way she does… would probably agree with her that this weather was quite pleasant! Riaan didn’t swear or complain… he just took his time, checked everything (making no assumptions) and used more pro than usual.
The benefit of me climbing last, was that nobody could hear me mutter! From the first few moves, my concentration was in ‘super focus’ mode! What a dodgy start, even on toprope! I tried to copy the way Riaan had done that roof but by the time I reached the crack… elegance was no longer on my radar. You have much more success if you push away and pull… climbing requires you to eject yourself from your current surroundings, if you want to make it easier to pull yourself into the place you want to be!
Thankfully Anton waited on the corner and could witness my experience of the inverted cheesecake slice. I jammed my shoulder into the top sheltered roof-corner and thinking I was very clever stemmed my right foot onto a little crack… unfortunately it was sopping! I found the hold for my right hand but as my wet shoe smeared on the arete… it slipped! Fortunately just before that, Anton gave me the exact co-ordinates of the left horn and I was able to rely on upper body, brute force to get me onto that ledge!
I bundu-bashed through the spicy wild rosemary not wanting to get anywhere near to the edge and was quite exhilirated by the aroma therapy that the herb crushing delivered!
Well, other than my rope that had gotten hooked just before the corner and Riaan having to make himself safe in order to retrace his steps on that ledge to get rid of the slack; everything had gone swimmingly well.
The rest of my team top roped Dehli Belly and Bombay Duck.
Riaan discovered the wet parts that were just where one least needed them… that button on the Dehli sunroof is hard enough to press in dry conditions but at least he could warn the others about it! That was his birthday present though… it looked like he’d thoroughly enjoyed the challenge.
Aimée was high on tradding after too much of a break and looked like she was in seventh heaven.
As we raced down the walk out, I realised that what one believes in and assumes is the ingredients of one’s next adventure! If you merely treat that voice of fear like any other informant and choose to rely on best practices and reality; then you break free from imaginary nightmares, into the beauty of the here and now.
The waterfall coming down the right Arrow buttress was a sign of hope for this water-starved province. My simul-abseil was a highlight, followed by the singing Proteas on the walk-out!