 It was a last minute decision. I should have worked today but instead I went climbing. How many times have you done that? I got a call from a friend who's partner canceled on him. Did I want to climb? Of course but I was not up for hard sport (his favorite). After spending a week in Tahquitz I was up for trad and exploring full body rock climbing (NOT his favorite). Faced with the only choice being not climbing he agreed to the Stronghold. My huband talked us into " Be All End All". WHO ME! Did he forget who he was talking to. This route is the first thing you see after you finish the trail to Rockfellow dome (the big feature you see in this picture). There has been a bail beener on the 5th bolt for years and in the hundred times I had been up there had never seen anyone on it. The line is "impressive, intimidating, imposing" all the words you don't use to describe my climbing. He spouted romantically about how incredible it is to free this whole route and how it would be a fabulous adventure. All starry eyed with the romantic notion we could get up it , I would aid the 11+ parts my partner would try to would try to free, we ventured forth to see what would happen. It was going to be a big day. After thrutching and aiding my way to the end of pitch one we convinced eachother to push on. But hang on---this first pitch needs to get full credit. I was able to free it to the 4th bolt where my strenght wore out and I needed to rest. Past that I needed more hangs and pulled on a few pieces but the inbetween parts of climbing were incredible. I did a knee bar with my leg crossed in front of me like a russian dancer. I laybacked, I jammed (fingers, tips, toes), chickend winged and grunted. I kept feeling like there was this beautiful puzzle infront of me but I just didn't have all the tricks to pull it off. I am even inspired to get on it again!!! By the time I got to my partner he was shivering and teeth chattering but he lead off the second pitch. He made it past the slab crux and let me take over. I was looking up at a unprotected chimney. I committed and after lots of wedging I made to the anchor and was so excited I convinced my partner to keep going. This was our escape, our chance to get out of hot water without loosing any gear. I got in that chimney/ stem/ funky hollow block climbing with a full arsenal of 3 x #4 camelots. This pitch took forever and I actually just ran out of steam. My helmet was getting stuck, the gear was pulling on my neck and I had to face it-- I was just not ready for this pitch. I was going to rap off a sling but my partner insisted that I be "as safe as possible". Even insisting that I could leave his #4 if I needed, I added a nut and lowered very gently. If I had left the #4 I would have felt bad but on the other hand maybe I would already have plans to go get it next weekend. Either way MAYBE I do have those plans. Have you ever had a climb sit in your craw? I now have one. It may "Be all" I had, but this is not the END!!!
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