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Words & Photos by Sonnie

Old Man Winter is a mixed bag of emotions for many Canadian climbers. We wait all summer for fall to come, and try to maximize the perfect conditions it brings. However, the temperatures keep dropping, week after week, and eventually the skies darken and the snow falls. It’s quite enchanting and magical at first. Most climbers move indoors by this point, some diehards squeeze in a few extra days, but denying the inevitable is futile. Winter is amongst us.

But there is a place, where winter is much more like our fall. It’s called, Bishop, California. Sure, it gets cold at night, and yes, it’s been known to snow from time to time – but Bishop is located on the east side of the Sierra Mountains which means, it’s in a rain shadow. Most of the precipitation falls in the high mountains to the west, leaving the majority of the town and its World class bouldering dry and untouched.

Bishop

It’s harder to get to than you might think, but it’s always worth the trip. Less than a 20 hour drive from Vancouver will deliver you under sunny California skies for as long as you wish to stay. There once was a group from New York City who spent 6 days of driving (there and back), for 4 days of climbing. Yes, it’s that good.

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Hundreds of pilgrims migrate each winter, and not just for the diverse and high quality stone, but also for the sheer beauty of the surrounding environment. Ringed by pearly white fourteen thousand foot peaks, orange granite monoliths, black volcanic canyons, and a sky that consistently pumps out purple and pink sunrises and sunsets, Bishop is one of the most stunning locations imaginable. Suddenly, winter isn’t so bad after all.

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It’s hard to say if it was the bags under my eyes, or the tiny beads of sweat over my brow, but as I shuffled through the front door of my parents house in Toronto, all eyes were on me.

My girlfriend Lydia and I had just come back from the hospital, the day before that, we had returned home from the most incredible country on earth.

My family looked at me with a bit of concern, and my dad looked me up and down with crossed arms, “Well!” he chuckled, “We heard you got – the malaria?” The house erupted with laughter, and I felt like a guest star on a giant Seinfeld episode.

Malaria – it can’t be said on its own like that, not in our house anyway. Nope! In our house, it’s got to be “THE” Malaria. As far as my family was concerned Malaria did not exist without ‘the’. At least they have a sense of humor.

However, malaria is no laughing matter. Hundreds of thousands of people die every year from exposure. Luckily for me, the disease I contracted was the most docile of the bunch.
And so that night, me and the malaria went to bed for some rest, not knowing I’d wake up every hour either freezing cold or boiling hot, shaking uncontrollably with what seemed like vices cranking on every joint in my body. Sometimes I’d rise with a lump in my gut that could only be relieved by vomiting. Wrapped in a sweaty towel, I clung to the sparkling white toilet bowl and thought to myself, ‘India doesn’t have bowls – they have holes!’


THE DARK SIDE

On the plane, I sat next to a man who could not stop moving. When his leg wasn’t bouncing his fingers tapped, when his fingers stopped he turned magazine pages like he was searching for life’s answers. He picked his nose, shuffled his feet, he weezed and took short breaths. He seemed more annoyed than he was annoying, I felt bad for him. I wanted him to relax, I wanted to put my hand on his knee and tell him to stop. On my other side was my girlfriend Lydia, legs crossed in lotus, eyes closed and barely fluttering, deep rhythmic breaths, she was as calm as a glacier pond, in deep meditation. I was in the middle of two opposites, as I would be for the rest of our trip.

The way I see it, India is like a carnival tour, especially for those of us traveling on a shoestring budget. First you pay your money, then you step off the plane. You pick up what’s left of your luggage, grab a piss and some water and step out of the terminal for the ride of your life. All you can do now is hold on.

 

From the air, Bangalore looked like any other city I’d been to, but suddenly you’re outside shouldering your luggage and the air hits you in the face like a frying pan. The smell is so think you can taste it, and spit it back onto the street. I liked it immediately.

We paid too much for our rickshaw, but it was 2am and there was little point in arguing over a few extra bucks. Our driver was a short, slender man with a bobble head and a tidy mustache. He couldn’t have weighed more than a buck. His coif of black hair reminded me of some squirrels I’d seen only days before (back in Canada) and his big white grin told us he spoke no English, but he was so nice it wouldn’t matter. He looked left, then right and while his shoeless foot pressed on the accelerator he blasted his horn. Our ears were assaulted by horns! Horns for turning, horns for stopping, horns for passing, they say it numbs over time and lucky for us, it was a quiet night.

Bouldering Mecca: The Lost Hampi Diary We turned down the alley of a street where we hoped to find our budget hotel, it was peppered with stray dogs, homeless old women and broken down motorcycles. The front door opened like a small garage door and the sign lit up reading “LUCKY”. We walked past half a dozen men sleeping on the cold tile floor to get to our room. We hit the lights, locked the door, dropped our bags and took a good look around. There was dirt on the walls so high I wondered how it got there. In the bathroom, a bloodstain lived on the floor next to the sink and the humming of our florescent lights got so loud, I shut them off and use my headlamp. We crawled onto the bed still wearing our clothes and painfully fell asleep to the squealing of rats wrestling in the hallway. Or were they pigs?

The Travel

Every single moment in India is a true adventure, at no time is this more apparent than while traveling. You have to fight for your train ticket, push for your seat, grind for your food and barter for your taxi. When you finally arrive to where you’re going you can put your feet up and have a cold beer because everyone knows you’ve earned it, especially you.

One day, as I was coming back from the market, I saw a rickshaw smashed up into a crumpled heap of scrap metal, like discarded foil. Incredibly, the driver survived, but the story goes, his brakes failed and he slammed headfirst into a banana truck. Now imagine that, hitting a banana truck? After this, I was on my guard, but eventually loosened up again and let go. One has very little control over what happens in life, here in India (or anywhere else for that matter) and I think it’s important to not let what ‘might’ happen dictate our lives. If we did it wouldn’t be that much fun.

If anything, Asian travel will put a relationship to the ultimate test, whether it be husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, best friends or family vacation. From hours spent on cramped trains to the small hotel rooms, stomach bugs, gas and jet lag, dirty feet, bad breath and worse hair. India is to reveal your weakness, test your patience and bring hearts together.

Namaste!

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THE BRIGHT SIDE

Waking up to the sound of monkeys on my rooftop is not something I’m used to. But then, everything here goes against my customary lifestyle back home. Hampi has been good to us so far. Sharmilla of the Goan Cafe is a good host. She has a family and a business to run. My bunk is clean and rustic, a bamboo bed held together by twine. Hot running water, clean showers and a patio with a hammock and a view that could save the World.

Ten feet from my door is a gorgeous green rice field, to my right a rolling river and to my left, a trillion untamed blocks. If one were to walk past the restaurant and follow the dirt road into town, you’d find a busy Internet café, a German Bakery and a banana plantation all sitting perfectly under clear blue skies. We barely felt a drop of rain in 3 months.

Unfortunately the afternoons are too hot to climb hard, but good for drinking coconuts. So we motivate early morning with a cup of instant Chai, and again for late evening. This routine is especially good for the inner self, when the glow of the slow setting sun shows off our projects best and calms our busy mind. Dusk and dawn are very spiritual times of day, and it’s during these periods that we play on the giant rocks, like the monkeys. It is food for the soul.

One day while waiting for the heat to settle, we took camp under a palm tree and ordered bowls of fresh fruit. My friend Paul noticed two dead mosquito’s floating in his hot ginger tea and promptly asked the group, “Can you drink Malaria?”

In unison, our table broke into laughter (I wouldn’t see the irony until later), and I looked around at the company we kept. We had Danny and Pete from America’s bible belt, Julian a marijuana aficionado from France, Bjorn “the biceps” from Germany, Tom from New York, Rohit from Delhi, Kate from Whales, Analisa from Austria and Taka from Japan. At any given time you will find yourself surrounded by 10 people from 10 different countries. Never have I been to a spot with such a diverse mix of climbers.

The climbing was classy, the wind was strong, the sun was hot and the air was dry, but I found the most wonderful part of India to be the daily verve. It was the food, the people, the unlimited exploration and the remarkable nature of this unlikely landscape that struck my imagination. Try to envision 900 square kilometers of boulders and rice fields? One could lose their minds trying to map it all. Everything is simple, yet it’s hard to get enough. No phones, no appointments, no contracts, no nothing. There is only one day at a time here, then it’s tonight, and tomorrow will be today again.

Bouldering Mecca: The Lost Hampi Diary

THE PILGRIMAGE BOULDER A.K.A. Middle Way.

It’s been years since Chris Sharma and his team of American climbers put Hampi on the map. With his video and his countless first ascents Sharma put his golden stamp of approval on the World Class bouldering spot. His crowning achievement was a stand alone boulder called The Middle Way, a tilted egg shaped rock that looked as though gods own hand had placed it there ever so gently.

When I arrived in India, I was not looking for any sort of challenge. I merely wanted to slow down my pace of living, to engage in a cultural experience, to support my girlfriend’s yogic education and to smoke a phat bowl from the baba’s hooka.

Upon my arrival to the playground however, I was feeling anxious to dig into some crispy granite. Once a climber, always a climber and I wandered the boulders in flip-flops, looking for remarkable lines to try. And then I saw it. First from the wrong side, but I knew what it was, how could anyone mistake such a marvel? I walked around to the front and noticed it was higher than I imagined. The name in the guidebook simply states its obvious nature, the Middle Way.

I waited until my last two days in Hampi before trying it for the first time. They say it’s V12 from the low holds and V11 if you jump. I jumped. I had two bouts of Delhi Belly and I wasn’t feeling my best. At first, I couldn’t hang from the holds, which is the point because there really are no feet. It’s a campus problem with smears and sidepulls. Eventually, along with team France, it clicked. On day two I returned feeling stronger (I love it when that happens) and we layed down three pads. My spotters were there for me as I’ve been there for them, but I fumbled the first two goes and ripped my skin up pretty bad. I suddenly felt the pressure of my departure. Tomorrow I leave. But if India has taught me anything about myself during my time here, it’s to let go.

The sun dipped behind the temples and as usual, a purple haze filled the sky. I took one deep breath and clasped the opening holds. I stuck the jump move perfectly, without a swing, then, a textbook match and a grunt throw. Feet dragging on the boulder looking for stability and my fingers dug deeper for purchase. The last move is the hardest one, a long dyno for the right hand to a blind, flat edge. I wasn’t sure if I could stick it. I knew I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if I could. And so with a rare moment of absolute determination, I lurched upward with all my slow twitching strength. My eyes closed tightly on impact as I latched the hold, the shock moved through to my shoulder like a tidal wave. I kept my hand closed and released a visceral sound. When I opened them, I was still there hanging on, and it all happened in a fraction of a second. A few more moves and I was soon standing on top of the most perfect boulder I’ve ever seen. It was a connecting moment I’m sure we’ve all experienced, where climbing crosses over numbers, athletics, philosophy, even over art and lands in the place of something spiritual. Perhaps divine. And what better way to ruin such a metaphysical moment, than to devour two Cobra Ales, and an entire pesto chicken pizza all by myself!

Best I ever had.

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Words by Sonnie
Photos by Ben Moon

 

“Building Castles in the Sky” is an old Irish proverb for daydreamers who never taken any action. Obviously, it’s a derogatory comment geared towards big planners, the ones who walk around spraying about their colossal ideas, hyping up their visions, but who, at the end of the day, never actually take any concrete steps towards achieving them. But I think dreams are important to have, and being a half Irish man myself, I’ll admit I’ve had my share of big ones. Unfortunately, not all of them have come true, but I’m not finished yet either, there’s still a lot of work to be done. However, one dream that I’ve luckily managed to put behind me (for the time being), was my perpetual desire to create a new line on my favorite Rockies peak, the majestic and unmistakable Castle Mountain.

Castles in the Sky

For over 10 years, I ogled at an outrageous and most prominent buttress of rock perched way up high on the middle tier of the mountain. Located directly south of the classic Eisenhower Tower, the buttress hangs high and shapely over the Bow Valley like a voluptuous woman. Her beautiful profile is visible directly from Highway 1 while heading East, and I’ve always hoped of swinging around up there on hard terrain. I was never absolutely sure if I would do it or not, or even if it was possible until May of 2013 when my friend Eugene and I basically jogged up to the base of the wall one afternoon to have a guides inspection. The wall was surprisingly featured, and even more awesome than I had imagined.

Unfortunately, ascending this beast on natural gear was an impossibility, so I took to the cliff from the top down, and like many routes of this nature the climbing is often the easy part. First, I had to convince a small crew of selfless soldiers to help me hump loads to the top, many ropes, bits, batteries, nearly 100 bolts and hangers, anchors, hammers, wrenches, pry-bars, a drill, etc…etc…even today my knees swell up just thinking about it. They waited patiently on top for me to rappel down and inspect the route just to see if and where it goes. It was the first of many backbreaking missions that summer and I had a number of absolutely amazing partners who joined me on this journey. I truly couldn’t have done it without them.

I recall the first time Sam, Eugene and I got the top of the route by following the Rockbound Lake Trail and breaking left through the tree’s and up onto the ridge. Our quads hummed with fatigue as we sat in the mid-morning sun eating our lunch and peering down over the surrounding peaks of Castle Junction. Storms rolled through the valley, but luckily never hit us directly. It seems like they always split into two halves before reaching the mountain and each half went separate directions, one traveled East and the other West. This of course was a spectacular sight, but always kept us on our toes for we never knew when it was about to get ugly for us. Over the course of the summer, this happened nearly every single time we went up there. I began to wonder if the Junction itself is a bit of a vortex, a blue hole that is partially sheltered from the famous afternoon thunderstorms known to the Rockies, or if we just got lucky.

Castles in the Sky

On the second day, after some precarious route navigation, I eventually (and excitedly) swung under the giant roof to find the amazing prow below my feet, the exposure was nauseating at first, but what really made things difficult was the constant howling winds coming from the West. I realized quickly that if I just stayed a couple of feet on the right side of the prow, then I could get some respite from the constant battering of these cold and forceful gusts. I was moving well enough to stay warm, so I continued down, cleaning, bolting, hoping that the route would continue to reveal itself and not shut me down with a chossy bit, or worse, a completely blank face that would prevent any passage at all from below. I continued sliding down my ropes as the tail ends of them drifted and whipped in the open air below me.

After about 5 days of extremely hard work, we made it down to the bottom, on relatively solid ground. Besides ruining 2 perfectly good ropes (pack rats), I also inhaled far too much rock dust from the holes I drilled and the wind made it worse by rubbing it all into my eyes. Our “solid ground”, was actually a large scree sloped ledge which divides the lower tier into two halves, and one where we could easily walk off of to gain the main trail back down. What was above us we didn’t yet know, although now fully equipped with shiny new bristlers, I had only visualized doing the moves, I had yet to perform a single sequence with proper rock shoes and a chalk bag. I assumed from touching the holds it would be nothing harder than 5.13a/b, but over the next 3 or 4 visits, my prediction would prove to be wrong again.

Castles in the Sky

Needless to say, the 600foot wall is impressive in its own right, but the jutting prow on the 4th pitch stands out like a peacock puffing up its chest. When you’re actually on the arete, you finally realize just how much exposure there really is because of how much atmosphere there seems to be sucking you down, and the afternoon crosswinds only affirm your vulnerability, they hit you hard on the left side of your body, making you feel like a flapping flag on top of a skyscraper. At this point you’re approximately 2000 feet above the Bow River.

I made 3 arduous visits to the crux pitch before piecing the entire route together, each time with a different belayer. First it was the young Hirsch, aka, Sam Easton from Ontario, but we bailed from the searing sun and dehydration, then it was Brandon Pullan, also an Ontario native who fled West many moons ago, and on the day of the send it was the unfazable French Canadian, Sam Lambert. One thing they each have in common is their irrefutable sense of humor and passion of being in high places.

On the day of the send, Lambert and I actually rappelled the entire route to the main ledge from the top, where we had spent the night. I still had some work to do on the route the day before, so we brought enough gear for an open bivy on the summit, so I felt relatively strong and fresh the next day. Despite the constant harassment of pack rats throughout the night, we awoke to a renewing sunrise. We drank hot coffee and ate stale bagels while packing our bags for the day. Climbing is about a lot of things, one of them is the friends you go out with, another is the exhilarating experience of urinating off a giant cliff at 7:00am with the warm summer sun on your face, another is spending the night out in the open and falling asleep to the sound of wind meandering through the surrounding trees.

Castles in the Sky

The climbing went well, I felt stronger than ever and the friction was impeccable. The first two pitches are nothing more than a wonderful warm up, straightforward low angle 5.10 climbing. Then, it kicks back in a hurry. Sam climbed what he could behind me and aided through the sections he couldn’t. I chose to link together the 3rd and 4th pitches because I wanted to eliminate an optional, precarious and rather arbitrary hanging belay on top of pitch 3. This was my personal choice. It doesn’t have to be climbed this way, but I wanted to climb it in the best style I could manage, and this mega-pitch created what I believe to be an enduring 5.14a. When you add together the weight of the rope and its inevitable drag, combined with the power endurance climbing of the lower 5.12+ pitch AND the ubber-technical climbing of the upper 5.13+ 4th pitch, you get 50 non-stop meters of brilliant monster pump rock climbing. It’s a worthy endeavor.

The 5th pitch is a steep and rather tricky 5.12a, the bolts are closely spaced as it trends up and left over a small roof. This bit is very short and ends on another solid and comfortable belay stance. If you wish, you can link this into an easy obvious corner system above (5.10) or pitch it out, either way you’ll gain another obvious and secure belay stance, probably 20 meters or so. The last pitch is thankfully wild and exposed again, climb an easy slab traversing right until you gain a nifty section of 5.11 arete shenanigans. This pitch will lead you to the top of the wall, another bolted anchor and a much deserved lookout point. After taking in the view, scramble easily to the top of the ledge and walk down the right side of the mountain (Eisenhower Tower descent) to gain the main trial back to the car park.

I have always known that the Canadian Rocky Mountains are at least comparable (if not better in some respects) to many of the most well known mountain ranges in the World. Right here in our own backyards, we have an unlimited amount of adventure opportunities, coupled with more than the “occasional” line of high quality rock and steep terrain, the possibilities are truly endless if one were so inclined to get out and explore them. Having said that, nothing will exist without having a wistful dream first, and (in my experience anyway) a highly motivated team of industrious and waggish individuals, the kind of people rarely employed that will call in sick at the drop of a hat to get outside just one more time.

Castles in the Sky

With this route, I wanted to create something spectacular and inspiring, something you’d see in pictures and think it was from the Dolomite Mountains of Italy, or the Swiss Alps. My goal was to encourage as many people as possible to experience the thrill of playing in this wild place, on this bit of wonderfully steep rock in the heart of the Rockies but without fear or consequence. I wanted to create a challenging, but joyful climbing experience. The climbing is very safe, and rather easy to aid through any section, even if you’re not a 5.13+ climber. I do suggest however, that you are (at least) a very competent 5.12+ climber before attempting this route. To retreat in case of a storm, fatigue or dehydration, lower back down the wall using steep sport cleaning tactics. A 60 meter rope will get you back to the scree ledge where it all began.

Many thanks to Eugene Kozhushko and Sam Eastman for their very hard work and companionship, and to Brandon Pullan for the working belays, and finally to Sam Lambert who belayed me on the successful attempt. Thanks Ben Moon and Page Stephenson for the great pictures and moving imagery. Thanks so much to all of you for helping me make this route a reality, it is not longer my Castle in the Sky. Two things I have learned about this endeavor is that most dreams will only come true with a brutal amount of hard work and determination, so it’s important to love the process as much as the intended outcome, and having good friends with a sense of humor, will make all the difference in the World.

Sonnie

Castles in the Sky

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(5) established routes ranging from 5.6 to 5.10b. All are bolted sport routes with a few needing extra protection to protect run-out.
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On a side note, my freind Jared is killing it with the camrea angles. I expect this all the time now friend haha but for real my camera is magic!! Pink Crack V2/3, black mountain.

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