Some like it cold

For some people, winter is all about the peat burning in the fireplace, the warm mince pies, the woolly jumpers to snuggle in... For others, it is about ice, snow and checking the weather forecast every week to hope for the previous two things. (Un?)surprisingly enough, I belong to the latter group, and this is how I ended up on a cold Sunday evening of January, sitting in Dublin port, surrounded by big rucksacks, ropes, crampons and ice axes thrown around... And this is because this year, I joined UCD Mountaineering Club for their annual trip to Scotland where we would undertake a Winter Skills course!! Aaaah, Scotland: its sheep, its whiskeys, its exotic accents... And its majestic snow-covered peaks! Ok, ok, those mountains may not rival my native Alps, but hey, they are pretty cool too.

Photo: Rory Sullivan

So there we go, Sunday 5^th of January, I boarded a Stena Line ship along with 12 other mountaineers and a rough sea ahead of us. The following 3 hours were divided between snoozing, feeling seasick, and chilling. We arrived in Holyhead at the glorious hour of 1 in the morning...with our train scheduled for 4:50am. A little group of us immediately proceeded to go on a recce of this charming little Welsh town (it has remains of a Roman fort!). And then, thanks to the Free Wifi Access in the ferry terminal, we found out there was a 24/7 Tesco Extra further down the road. So what do you do at 3am in Holyhead? You go on a shopping trip of course! A bit of an unreal experience in itself, let’s be honest. And then, finally, our first train of the day! Yep, we had quite a few of them to take to reach our final destination. At that point, we said good bye to Chloe who had accompanied us on the ferry, and I found myself the only girl on this mountaineering expedition...Listening to the guys discussing plans for the following days, I had a bit of sinking feeling, wondering if I would be able to keep up, but that was something I could worry about later: for now, we were heading to Edinbuuuuurgh and my inner backpacker was getting all excited. Having been in the Scottish capital before, I offered to lead our little group to a nice pub near the train station where we just crashed and had some well-deserved breakfast, before taking another – and last! - train to Aviemore.

We got to Aviemore at about 4pm and headed to our hostel, the Aviemore Bunkhouse (link: http://www.aviemore-bunkhouse.com/). Because of the poor weather forecast for the following day, the instructors for the Winter Skills course had got in touch to let us know that instead of doing it Tuesday & Wednesday, it would be Wednesday & Thursday. So after a good, hot, meal, we all agreed that we would go on a hike on the Tuesday. I think I can speak on behalf of everybody when I write that we all passed out into our beds at a fairly early stage of the evening that day, having barely slept since Sunday morning. 

And so on Tuesday 7^th of January at about 9 am, we were all heading for the bus stop with a clear sky above us, and rather mild temperatures. “Where are we going?” I asked.  “The ski resort!” Was the answer, and we all got into the bus. Wait... The ski resort? I have a quick look at my hiking trousers and make a mental note that I only brought one pair of gloves. Didn’t we say a hike? Oh.... A hike... In winter... In Scotland... I curse myself for being so stupid and I hope that the day will be ok. Rule number 1 when you go outdoors in winter: bring waterproofs, spare gloves, spare hat, a flask of tea if you can, and wear thermals. Of all the above, I only had the first one. Rule number 2: when in doubt, ASK people who will know better than you: I grew up in Provence and for me a “hike” meant walking around the Alps in shorts and a t-shirt. I was lucky, we had a great day and I did not freeze to death, but for the next time, I will remember these two rules!

We spent the day just “hiking” around the Cairngorms – in crampons and with ice axes –, enjoying in breath-taking views and getting to know the famous “Scottish winds”. The ones that almost push you flat onto the ground. So remember what I said about being the only girl on the trip? Well, I won’t lie, it was a bit of a challenge, I did not want to be the young damsel in distress, panting at the back of the column, asking to go slower. So I just soldiered on, and it was tough, but thoroughly enjoyable! We got the bus back in the afternoon and I was exhausted but so looking forward to the following day, doing the first part of the Winter Skills course !

On the Wednesday morning, we met our instructors at 8:30am. We were divided into groups of four and talked through the basics of winter and alpine skills: how to fit your crampons properly, how to pack your bag properly, safety in the mountains, etc, etc. And then we all went into the cars and set off. The weather that day was much better and the risk of avalanches much reduced. We were taught how to make ice-axe arrests, how to use crampons properly to walk on ice, how to climb over cornices...We climbed up “The Goat’s Path” on the side of one of the mountains, and although it was only a Winter Grade 0.5, it felt like the hardest thing I had ever done, and the slope (“only” 30 degrees), felt like 60 or something.  It was a tough, long, cold day, but it was so good and we learnt so much! As we were walking back, along the ridge of the mountain, our instructor remarked how lucky we were to have such a good weather and visibility. I looked around at the thick, white air all about us, at the icy and rocky snow beneath our feet, and strained my ears to listen to him through the howling winds and could not help but laugh: if someone in Scotland tells you the weather is good, just, you know, be a bit sceptical.

Unfortunately, I had to get a train on Wednesday evening to be back in Dublin for Thursday afternoon and as such, I missed the second day of the course. The guys told me they climbed a gully on the second day, learnt how to make snow belays and anchors, and that they also dug a snow hole. This trip was just fantastic and now, I am hoping we get some good snow in Wicklow to go do the same sort of things again !

Alexandra Guglielmi

Tales from Fair Head

So after a long day of buses, trains, walking, cycling and hitch hiking, I found myself on top of what I thought was the Fair Head crag. I seen the crag from when I got off the bus at Ballycastle and just started to walk towards it along the beach. It looked steep, scary and amazing...

Fair Head as seen from Ballycastle

Along the way, a local man with a thick northern accent gave me a lift to where he thought it was (none of the locals know people climb the massive cliff they look at every day!) and left me in the middle of no where. There was a great mystery about the place, I looked around and no one was to be found. I had a strange feeling that I was in the wrong place all together. As I approach the cliff, I see a climber on some of the best rock I've ever seen. “Holy shitballs, this must be it!”. Instantly PSYCHED.

My first glimpse at the climbing in Fair Head

After finding friends and grabbing some dinner, we decided there would be enough daylight left to get a route in. We absailed down the Prow, the main single pitch area of the crag, and I jumped on Midnight Cruiser, my first route at the head. After placing all my gear in the first 20 meters with 20 meters left to go, I found myself on the edge, pumped and terrified. This place is AWESOME. After a few trips to Fair Head, and 32 routes completed, there is yet to be a climb I haven't enjoyed. Every route offers quality rock, great situations and excellent climbing along with a spectacular view of the sea and Rathlin Island.

Fireball, with Midnight Cruiser on the right

That night I set up camp with my friends on Sean McBride's campsite. He has very kindly offered land up to the climbers to make use of the spectacular climbing at Fair Head. An absolute gent, just call in when you arrive and let him know you will be staying there, he's very accommodating. There is a honestly box located in the carpark where contributions are made (dont be stingy!). The campsite consists of a main field with other minor areas to camp. There are ruins on site which offers some shelter from the elements, making it a great communal point and spot to hang out and sing songs by a fire.

The same night was the last day of the Mountaineering Ireland meet and many climbers made there way home. However there was still many climbers around and we stayed up late and sang many classics such as My Lovely Horse and Wagonwheel. The ruins give good acoustics for the many instruments that were played that night such as guitars, ukuleles, djembe, tin whistles, cardboard boxes and bottles. There's not really anything else to do at night other than drink beer and sing songs!

I stayed on for the week climbing with old friend Liam Brophy. The weather was unbelievable, not a drop of rain the whole week! What's most suprising is that there was only 2 other people on the crag for the whole week, even though its a world class climbing venue. Nick Bullock was one of those people, he had given a talk for the MI meet on the Saturday night. It was great to talk to him in person as he's a world class climber and mountaineer. Nick ticked many hard lines at Fair Head that week such as Primal Scream and The Wall of Prey, routes I'm well psyched to do this summer.

Nick Bullock at the top of Aoife

The Fair Head crag stretches along the northern coastline for 4km at a height of 100 meters. This makes it the largest expanse of rock in both Ireland and the UK. Its MASSIVE! It has a very gothic atmosphere and every route looks very intimidating from the bottom. The main sections of the crag are the Prow, Bally Castle Desent Gulley, Rathlin Wall and Grey Man's Path areas. There are still quality routes to be found in other sections. Areas such as the Prow make for great climbing during the evenings, as the routes are short and it gets the setting sun coming in from the west. However, most of the climbing around Fair Head is in the shade. Routes are usually dry due to the wind of the Irish Sea. Its easiest to set up an absail to gain access to routes as the path at the bottom of the crag can be very tedious!

The view looking back to Ballycastle

The climbing at the head is long and sustained but the best part is that gear is on demand where ever and when ever you need it (but not is all cases!!!). So it is essential to bring a large rack, with plenty of nuts, cams, quickdraws etc. Climbers would easily place over 20 pieces in one pitch! There have been many moments that I said to myself “ahh I wont need that cam on this route” and then find myself in a situation where its the only thing that will fit in around me. So bring everything! And make sure to bring a big pair of balls for the harder routes as well :)

Racking up with dirtbag climber Liam Brophy

Despite every route I did in Fair Head being awesome, there were certain climbs that I remember more than others (some for the wrong reasons!). One of the first routes I did in Fair Head was Burn Up, an amazing HVS found at the Grey Man's Path area. Highly recommended! Lots of gear and long sustained HVS climbing. Probably the best of that grade at Fair Head. A quality route at a very reasonable grade with really cool laybacking moves from start to finish.

Liamo giving me the chalky finger on Burn Up

After Burn Up, Liam jumped on (and off!) Sandpiper, a really cool E2 in the same area. The moves are a bit bonkers but the gear is good so you have to just go for it! Highly recommended, plus the route looks amazing with this weird sandy color rock. After the crux is finished you top out by squeezing yourself up an offwidth (with no gear!). Super fun!

Liam on Sandpiper, not knowing about the funky moves ahead

me chillin in the offwidth at the top of Sandpiper

After sandpiper it was my lead and I picked out Hurricane, a 3 star E2 (couldn't say no!). As we walked around the corner from Sandpiper we seen this massive crack splitting the face. I said to Liam “fuckin hell, hate to be doing that route right now!”. As we consulted the guidebook it turned out that was Hurricane, needless to say my jaw dropped! Nearly pissed my pants. Like all routes in Fair Head, you need to just man up and give it a shot. Its all about pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. The route turned out to me epic, despite the 7 meter gear run out I had due to using all the cams at the start! Awesome climbing.

me at the bottom of Hurricane

On a seperate Fair Head trip, Liam and I decided to have a go at Striapach, as its guidebook description sounded great. The description says it “gives a superb 36m pitch of chimneying”. DONT BE FOOLED!!! One of the weirdest climbs ever. A 36 meter long chimney about half a meter wide. Not one for the claustrophobic! Its graded as HVS but be warned, its nails and only has one piece of gear, a log of wood which was dropped from the top and luckily wedged itself in the chimney about half way. Liam lead this pitch and I've never heard noises like that coming from any human being before. “AHHHHH, HUUUUUUUGHHH, HUHUMMMMMMMM, GUUUUUUUUURRRRRRR!!!”. It was hilarious. 

I started seconding the chimney pitch (in a t shirt and shorts!) and soon learned that unless I wanted to loose all the skin on my face, legs and arms, I'd have to be lowered back down. So basically I pussied out, but still no regrets! When Liam came back down he was a broken man. But fair juice to him for doing it! I challenge any member from UCDMC to do this climb and I promise to buy them a pint (maybe even several pints...) if you succeed.

Me enjoying the fresh air on the first pitch, before the deep dark depths above on Striapach

So after the episode we had on Striapach, I redeemed myself by climbing a line around the corner called Jolly Rodger. This turned out to be my favourite route at the head so far. On the first pitch there's a long windy finger crack. It was unbelievable. After the first pitch I thought I had enough rope to complete the climb in one, so continued on. Dropped my nuts on the first few meters of the 2nd pitch which didnt help things! Got to the top super buzzed with about 2 meters of rope left, just enough for a belay! Amazing climbing. Definitely one of the best at the head. 58 meters of awesomeness.

Negotiating the crux of Jolly Roger

My most successful day at Fair Head was spent with Tommy McGrath. Somehow we managed to get 7 routes done in one day. We managed to tick Conchubair, Blind Pew, Mizen Star, The Embankment, Fath Mo Bhuartha, The Black Thief and The Fence. 11 pitches in total! 4 E2s, 1 E1 and 2 VSs. What an epic day! Needless to say we were bolloxed and after a few victory salami sandwiches, we had a dip in the lake to cool off! All onsight, super chuffed!

We both found Mizen Star to be particularly epic, which consists of 2 pitches. The first is a long sustained crack on good (but pumpy) jams with lots of gear. Then you reach a lovely ledge which the route setters have kindly put on the climb for you to relax on. The second pitch couldn't be more different as you leave the saftey of the ledge and it follow a line of flakes up the face, giving bold crimpy climbing with really shit gear! What an awesome climb, everyone should go do it!

Tommy on Fath Mo Bhuartha

That night we were in for even more adventure. We were up late singing songs with English lads we meet at the campsite. They were on a climbing tour of the UK and Ireland and heard about the quality of the routes at Fair Head. One them them made an awesome video of a rope swing they set up in Fair Head that day. Check it out here! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDG4Fl9Kmq4. Dan also takes some of the best climbing photos I've ever seen, which can be found on his website http://danarklephotography.yolasite.com/galleries.php

So at around 2am, we were all still up singing away having a few beers. Out of nowhere, 6 men came into the ruins where we had our fire, dressed in nothing but underpants, wellies and cowboy hats. WTF! I can't emphasis how remote the location of the campsite is so this is the last thing you would expect to see at that time! We weren't sure what to think, however they brought gifts of Bulmers and Peach Shnapps so all was well and we all sang songs til the early hours of the morning.

A busy night in the ruins

Ah yeah, roaming around Fair Head late at night in your underwear...

So to sum up, I strongly encourage any climber to make their way up to Fair Head at some point. Its the best place I have ever climbed and still have hundreds of quality routes left to try. I cant emphasis enough the quality of the lines and how lucky we are to have such a place in our country. Hopefully there will be even more people at the Mountaineering Ireland Fair Head meet this year in May along with lots more climbers from UCD!

-Conor McGovern

Fair Head is AWESOME

 

In search of Ice

Beep beep beep beep... Beep beep beep beep... Beep Beep Beep Beep!!!

The alarm on the slightly beer bottle damaged Nokia slowly vibrates its way across the desk. I drag myself out of bed. One look at the screen properly wakes me... 4am? Why the hell did I think that I would want to be up at 4am two and a half hours ago? ...God this room gets cold at night, think I'll go back to bed. As I turn around to do just that I trip over my rucksack, all becomes clear, its time to wake up...

Half an hour later I'm walking in the direction of the nearest M50 exit, carrying two heavy bags of winter climbing gear. Leaving the house was a bit of a challenge, walking down a flight of creaky wooden stairs in a pair of fully rigid mountaineering boots cannot be done quietly! The roads are quiet; the only things up at this hour are angry cats, confused foxes and a guy who gives me a funny look as he drives past in his white transit van.

I'm meeting Rory's dad for a lift to the airport. Needless to say I'm still half asleep, but very psyched! I'm the only one of our group of four who had been climbing in the alps before, three weeks in Cham last summer was a steep learning curve to say the least! Ever since I arrived back to Dublin last summer I had been very psyched to get back out.

We're off to a small town called L'Argentiere la bessee, near Briancon in France, to go ice climbing with Calvin and Clare, and also to take part in the ICE (Ice Climbing Ecrins) ice climbing meet. Calvin invited us to come over to France and climb with him months ago, but due to other climbing and the general pressure as the college term progressed, our planning was a bit haphazard to say the least!

Very early in the morning...

We (Rory, Callum, Sam and I) all make it to Dublin airport on time (a first for any trip involving the mountaineering club). The next few hours pass in a blur of travelling; car, plane, train, another train, and another... airports, train stations, buying tickets, hauling bags, checking connection times, finding seats, wandering about in the rain, and eventually arriving. I should point out now that it had nothing to do me that we flew into Geneva and not an airport nearer L'Argentiere la bessee. Turns out there's more than one Argentiere in France! Ahh well...  Its already dark when we arrive in the town, a short walk gets us to our gite, dinner, cups of English breakfast tea (not proper tea), bed.

Not Tallaght...

Day 2: After a late start the next day the exploration begins. Having spent the last two weeks climbing and working, I had done very minimal research into this trip and so only had a very vague idea about where I was in France. Near Briancon (not pronounced Brian-con), but where is Briancon? It'll be grand sure; it always is... The first day passes with a visit to a out-of-condition artificial icefall, a cafe where some espressos were bought accidentally, and to the towns tourist office where a nice lady explained to us that it was too warm for ice climbing! It seems the french do not easily grasp the fact that were up for trying to climb anything that is frozen, whether or not its stable or thick enough to take ice screws, were so used to getting psyched for small slivers of bad ice on Lug that anything over here will blow our minds!

The out-of-condition artificial icefall

The worlds largest piolet (Ice axe for those like me with only the bare essentials of french)
My french totals about 10 words ranging from Bonjour (hello) to Fromage (cheese)...

L'Argentiere la bessee

That evening we hear from Calvin and Clare, they offered to take two of us out climbing at a place called Celliac the next day. Celliac is about about 40 minutes drive from the town. We draw matchsticks, with me and Callum drawing the unburnt ones. Bags are packed, alarms set, more dodgy English breakfast tea is drank... need to find some other sort of tea...

Day 3: Calvin and Clare pick us up in the town and drive south towards Celliac. The last few kilometers were interesting, up loads of short switch-back turns to the high valley where there was ice! We climb a route called Le Y, about 5 pitches in total, each about 20m, with snow plods in between each. The grade was about 3+, with the last pitch a steep and narrow, maybe a 4. It was a very good route, nice to be climbing ice at last!

Celliac

Ice, with lots of powder...

Callum climbing 

Turns out that while we were out Rory and Sam were having a bit of an epic. They climbed up into the valley behind the gite in search of ice, a mere three hour walk in! They found some and climbed it.The ice turned out to be thin and sketchy; abseil retreat followed, luckily they got a lift in the back to the town from a guy in a pickup truck...

Day 4: Very tired when alarm goes off. Its snowing. Looks like its been snowing all night, there a good foot more than yesterday. Still very much asleep, sure there's probably a high risk of avalanches up in the valley with the crazy ice where Rory and Sam were in yesterday, back to bed so... Later on involves shopping. Buying food for the next few days, cheap (but good) wine and a selection of cheese... Going back to the gite and eating a large amount of the food, wine and cheese! We manage to sign up for the ice climbing meet, and get seats on the free bus up to Celliac again in the morning. We were also able to borrow gear from some of the commercial stands at the meet, we must have taken maybe €2000 worth of high end ice axes and crampons to play with! Thanks Petzl, Black Diamond and all the other people who gave us free posters and stickers! Later on we get up to a bit of night time via ferrata, using some slings (which were all very much static... no falling off so...).

Day 5: Another early start. Walk to the ice meet hall. Find our bus. Go! No Wait! Just before we leave a guy opens the door of the bus and speaks to us in rapid french, we all have no clue what he's said, a Belgian sitting in front of us realises by out blank stares and explains what happening. Basically the guy has stuck his head in the door to tell us that Celliac is very dangerous today, there's a very high risk of avalanches, and were very likely to get hit by one if were not careful. This news, along with the avalanche transceiver wakes me up, avalanches guaranteed, yay!

Go go go! The journey to Celliac was interesting this time to say the least. With way more snow on the roads, the short switchbacks up to the higher valley were slightly unnerving. Very hard to tell if the bus/van-with-seats was skidding, or if the french guy driving was just giving it socks! Either way those wee crash barriers weren't gonna be doing much. After what seemed like miles of dodgy driving, and with the wheels spinning, it was time for some snow chains! (Which quickly fell off again, but found a few hundred meters down the road and secured properly).

On arrival, we were sent off in groups to the ice pitches, as a large event it was necessary to stagger the pairs setting off. Me and Callum were together again. We tried the right-hand variation of Le Y, while Rory and Sam tried the left. Good fun again, but way more crawling through powder snow. Can see why they made us all wear there avalanche transceivers... Finished the route early (only three main pitches this time), so tried some harder ice routes on a top rope the guides had set up. Grade 5 goes! Well have fun leading that route next year!

On the way back to the village, our van driver decided road conditions were good enough to not bother using snow chains (even though the other van in front of us was), oh god... switchbacks of doom!

Celliac, with snow...

That evening the festival provided another huge amount of free stickers, free posters, gear to borrow and mulled wine!

Day 6: Todays avalanche warning was at a level of 4+ on a scale of 5. Yesterdays warning had been high too but then we had been going to climb in Celliac, where you are relatively protected, except when crossing gullies on descent. There wasn't much hope of climbing ice as all the buses were full, so we decided to give drytooling a go. There had been a short period of time that morning when we considered going with a guide to a more remote icefall, but through the mix of english and french with which he addressed the onlooking group, it seems that to go with him involved crossing at least 10 areas of high risk of avalanches and probably ending up in hospital with broken limbs after running out of luck in one of these! We decided not to take him up on his offer!

Climbing the chossy slabs on top rope was relatively easy, but a soon as the rock began to overhang slightly on the harder routes, the climbing became an exercise in one arm lock-offs and how long your stamina would last! Good fun, but try it on Irish rock and you'll be cut, drawn and quartered by an angry mob! There was an drytooling competition going on beside us, watched the pro's climbing for a bit, will probably have to train a bit for next year!

Climbing choss

Drytooling competition, serious one arm pull-up madness!

Day 7: More time spent on trains. A night in Geneva before our flight home on Sunday morning. Leaving the grey skies of Geneva for the warm sunshine of Dublin, now that's unusual! The psyche for another visit to Cham in the summer is higher than ever! Who's in!?!

All in all, everything worked out pretty good. Conditions were the worst anyone has seen n years, we didn't notice! The ice we climbed was amazing, way better than the slivers we sometimes find in Wicklow! We were most likely saved from a very large epic and possible disaster by the research done by Sam and Alex, thanks guys! Thanks also to Calvin and Clare for inviting us and showing us the way!

They've made a wee video of the ICE meet, here it is: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1a1gtm_ice-climbing-ecrins-2014_sport

- Paul Collins