Saturday was another great day questing for mud. Cole and I did Icarus, which was another great experience overall.
Cole always said Icarus was the most obvious line on Machete in terms of a long route up a classic face. We are hoping to get more aid experience and it seems Icarus is the only aid line in pinnacles that isn't a bolt ladder and actually goes somewhere. I always thought Son Of Dawn Wall was the most obvious, and Icarus looked too hard.
On Saturday, we got the good weather window, as it seems to rain every weekend this winter.
We got to the parking lot around 7:45 AM and to the base at 8:30.
The rock-paper-scissors gods did not smile down upon me that day and determined Cole lead the first pitch.
We racked up, flaked the ropes, and realized we were at the base of Shortly Tooloose 5.8 R.
Once at the actual first pitch of Icarus it was 8:45 and Cole headed up the first pitch. It started off really secure rock for the first 30 feet then once on the slabby section the rock was less than bomber. Cole made the mistake of looking at a flake wrong and a couple foot section of rock came down. He got up to the belay and I followed wondering why I had only heard about how spooky other pitches were. If this was the chill warmup pitch, we were in trouble.
Cole on P1
Looking down P1
At 9:30 I was leading the 2nd pitch and that was the most reachy bolt ladder I have ever done. There was a black totem I had to high-step somewhere on the upper bolts but that was the only gear in the bolt ladder. After pooping my pants for 15 minutes getting out of the ladders I climbed past a bolt or two and a #2 before getting up to another bomber anchor beneath the A3 pitch.
Super convenient anchor ^ definitely would suck if it was bolted. Obviously, it was not in the comfortable-looking pod with no gear 5 feet higher.
Cole arrived at the anchor at 10:45.
He set off leading the A3 pitch at 11:00. Aside from the usual rack, 2 LAs and 3 beaks were needed to get through the seam. Plus some fixed pins, I think 3 - I assume have Brad or Kevin to thank for leaving those. All the fixed pins seemed welded in and had no chance of being bootied.
The one bolt on the pitch was a stardrivin which Cole said he was stoked to have. Worth noting the 3rd pitch belay was just one modern bolt backed up by a mediocre #1 15 feet higher. It took about 2.5 hours to lead and clean the pitch and at 1:30 I was leading the groove pitch.
I found this to be the best pitch by far and while I got a lot of gear in I wouldn't have wanted to test much of it. I found the varied stemming and chimneying on this pitch to be very fun. About half the pitch was pretty solid, the left side, the right wall was somewhat loose, especially at the beginning.
Looking down on Cole after the crux of the pitch.
Just over crux of P4
It was another uncomfortable belay.
An hour later Cole was leading the next pitch which would have been quite good except for how dirty it was. A classic case of “once this line gets more traffic it will clean up”.
Me following up last real climbing
At 3:30 we were at the base of the easy pitch. The belay under the massive flake was quite nice but we had a date with summit beers so we moved on quickly.
Leading last pitch
We both summited at 3:50 and the condors came to check us out.
The condors were awesome and landed nearby, it was the closest we’ve been yet.
We could perfectly see the Citadel from here and saw a pair on Power Tools. Knowing Mikayla and Gavin were there that day we cheered them on watching Mikayla climb P4. Rudely they never responded to our cheers… Mikayla later said they did not do Power Tools.
At 5 we were rapping off the Old Original P1 anchors, I think, we have yet to do Old Originals P1&2.
The hike back to the base went quick and smoothly. At the base we found the one piece of gear dropped on P3, a lost arrow in a pile of leaves.
It’s worth noting that we hauled a school backpack the whole way and it worked quite well. In the groove pitch and last bolted slab pitch, the follower was necessary to get it unsnagged. It was nice not to have to carry the water, rack, and hammer for most of the pitches.
TLDR^
I really like writing these trip reports as my partners are constantly asking about our past shared experiences that I just can't for the life of me remember. Maybe living in Santa Cruz has contributed to my shot memory or maybe I've taken too much choss to the dome. Either way I really like rereading through these past stories with friends that are really family. Just wish I didn't have to jump through flickr hoops to post a real story here.
Thanks to Brad for beta and rebolting efforts. Thanks Cole as always for being a badass and making sure we got it done.