Another hectic year has passed, with the climbing culture
within UCDMC steadily reaching an all-time high. The year saw a huge influx of
new faces, some welcome, most not. The early weeks of the year saw jam-packed
training sessions at the climbing wall. The usual swarms of crowds were present.
Some were experienced climbers, working on the crux move up that slopey-crimpy
nightmare on the lead wall. Others were complete beginners, wandering about,
fighting over harnesses, desperately trying to get onto a climb so that their
friend can take a picture, to be later posted on Facebook, accompanied by words
to the effect of “Look everybody, I’m climber now, give me likes!”.
However, as the weeks passed by, the inevitable crowds began
to fizzle out, leaving behind only the more committed freshers. Climbing skills
and abilities developed rapidly with 4-5 belay tests being passed each day and a
speedy progression to lead climbing soon after. Some little cocky fecker even
complained that the fresher’s bouldering competition was too easy! (The culprit
has since been banned from the club and removed from the Facebook group).
Naturally, the magical club trips sparked the interest of
many, with a healthy handful of freshers present on each – climbing hard during
the day, though generally getting way too drunk and annoying to converse with
at night. The first trip to Glendalough saw ascents of many classic multi-pitches
such as Fanfare, Quartz Gully and Sarcophagus. The Burren Trip, despite the
risky time of year gifted everyone with superb climbing weather in Allidee, one
of Ireland’s finest sea cliff climbing locations. Ireland’s longest rock climb,
Carrot Ridge in Connemara, also saw multiple ascents by UCDMC members
in-between drinking sessions during the New Year’s trip. The Second semester
saw members embark overseas, with winter climbing in the Cairngorms, Ice
climbing in Ecrins National Park, and a total invasion of the Llanberis Slate
Quarries in Wales. As well as these official club events, members have managed
to organize their own individual climbing trips without the assistance of the
highly trained club Meets Secretaries. These included numerous trad climbing days
out at Dalkey Quarry, and bouldering sessions in Glendalough.
To this point, I have failed to mention anything of my most
involved club activity -the ultimate test of willpower and endurance. It is not
unusual for days indulged in this area of mountaineering to extend to 9-10
hours. Some days can involve 2-3000m ascent, always done in a single pitch,
though typically, ropes or protection are not used for this type of sport; all
that’s carried is some food, water, and a rucksack. To make things harder, use
of hands to aid oneself through the route is generally not considered part of
the sport, with a sole reliance on solid foot placement and a cool head to get
one to the finish. Whilst the majority of the members stick to bouldering,
sport, trad, and winter climbing, these all look rather tame in comparison to
my activity. It is thus no surprise that only a small handful of members have
committed to wild and unpredictably dangerous sport that we refer to as Hiking.
The first Sunday hike of the year saw a ridiculously large
number of members show up, 55 in total, all clearly unaware of what lay ahead.
Some of the older members were present too, but made a last minute decision to
pussy out and go trad climb in the valley instead. The group was split into
two, one taking a slightly easier route around the Spink boardwalk (HVS 5a,
12km) whilst the other group were dragged through bog over the summit of
Camaderry (E2 5c, 14km). Only 15 people returned for the second Sunday hike…
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| First march of the year commencing (Taken By: Brian James George Moore) |
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| First fresher fatality (Taken By: Brian James George Moore) |
Despite, the expected drop in Hikers after the first week
(some too tired to walk anymore, some indefinitely lost, others probably dead),
the difficulty level did not drop. A forced march was lead over Maulin (570m) ,
White Hill (630m), War hill (686m) and Djouce (725m) , all in all, a good E1 hike
with enough bog and loose stones to warrant a technical grade of around 5b.
Visibility was good for the most part, though thankfully some mist and rain
drew in to wipe the smiles of people’s faces. It’s important to go out in poor
weather conditions too, as hikes in pure sunshine will only lull people into a
false sense of security, not allowing one to experience what proper hiking
involves.
As with the climbing circle, the hiking crowd fizzled out
(rather exponentially) over the course of the first semester, with the stronger
hikers beginning to stand out by November (still just me at this point). Weekly
hikes saw ascents of Lugnaquilla (925m) and Tonelagee (817m), as well as a
grueling two day hike from Marley Park to Roundwood via the Wicklow way. We
camped less than 20m away from a no camping sign, but sometimes when hiking you
have to break the law a little bit if you want to make it out alive. The final
hike of the semester saw an ascent of the mighty Sugarloaf (yet to be graded).
The committee had to haul bottles of mulled wine and numerous boxes of mince
pies to the summit where a well-deserved feast was had in celebration of this
wondrous achievement.
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| Forced smiles all-round on Lugnaquila (Taken By: Phan Ha) |
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| Half-drunk Sugarloaf Sumiteers |
The Connemara New Year’s trip involved a memorable hike
around treacherous Glencoaghan Horseshoe, situated in the Twelve Ben’s mountain
range. The hike traverses six of the
twelve Bens, with approximately 1500m ascent. Visibility was typically poor for
the most part, though the mist managed to clear momentarily on one of the last
summits, giving way to an unforgettable sunset backdrop. As you can imagine,
the vivid hues of the fading sunlight were only intensified after having spent
the previous six hours hiking through a grey abyss.
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| Sunset peeking through from the Summit of Ben Lettery |
The start of the year saw 12 members make a 16 hour train journey adventure
to the Scottish Highlands to partake in a winter skills course, led by BMC
guide Johnny Parr. The course was run over two days, with a traverse of
Fiacaill ridge, Coire an t-Sneachda on the second day. Invaluable
winter skills were passed on to the group, such as how to navigate in whiteout
conditions, walking with crampons, ice axe arrests, and snow hole building. Some
of the climbers were too lazy to do the hike and had to take a shortcut up a
piss easy looking icy gully.
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| Coire an T-Sneachda, Cairngorms National Park |
Semester two saw quite an increase in
attendance on the Sunday hikes, partly because of the arrival of new Erasmus
members, all keen to experience the Irish Alps and mystical mountain
leprechauns. Routes included a very misty day out over a number of boggy hills
(whose names I don’t recall fully but all began with an S), a snow hike around
Glendalough, a sunny hike over Scarr Mountain (641m), a long bog trot over
Mullaghcleevaun (849m) from Sally Gap, and of course a night hike from
Enniskerry to Marley park (because sleeping is cheating anyway).
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Summit view from Scarr Mountain |
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| Keeping warm on the night hike by means of a campfire (Taken By: Martin Rexa) |
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| Wicklow in prime winter conditions |
Perhaps one of the more interesting Sunday
hikes was the “Mystery Mountain”. With an original plan to tackle Lugnaquilla
from the west side, our not so trusty bus driver made a few too many wrong
turns along the way, dropping us off (somewhat stranded) at the foot of an
unknown hill. After a few minutes of fumbling around with the map, we stopped a
local Wicklow man with hopes of being pointed in the direction of the allusive
Lugnaquilla. His reply was something along the lines of “Lug!? Be Jaysus, what
in the name of Chrisht are ye doing all the way out here then, huh?”. I showed
him the map and he laid one finger on where we were, and the other where he
figured we thought we were. I let out long laugh, before turning back to the
group to tell them the good news. In the end we decided to tackle the mystery
mountain which turned out to be Keadeen (635m). All in all, an interesting hike
with plenty of snow, hail, rain and an uncountable number of fence crossings.
The group remained upbeat with little complaining the whole way. Whether or not
they genuinely enjoyed the hike, or were just secretly planning ways to kill
the hike leaders, I’m not sure, but I had the craic anyway.
Wales was undoubtedly the biggest highlight
on the club hiking calendar, with an onsight ascent of the Crib Goch ridge on Snowdon,
deep exploration of Dinorwig Slate Quarry and the Devil’s Kitchen. While the
climbers pulled themselves up tiny sections of slate, going into fits of panic
at half a meter past the last bolt, we hikers were out free soloing only the
biggest Welsh hills, pushing the limits of what was possible. Each day finished
in the famous café, Pete’s Eats, serving us up with some well-deserved pints of
hot chocolate and monster omelettes.
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| Crib Goch ridge Traverse, Snowdonia (Taken By: Martin Rexa) |
With the year drawing to a close, I reflect
on all the misery and exertion we hikers have put ourselves through. Many
people ask us, why do you go hiking? Why don’t you just sit around boulders and
crags all day like us? It still counts as mountaineering they say. Perhaps it
is still mountaineering, but there is something about hiking that makes us want
to come back, week after week, and drag ourselves up yet another mountain. I’m
really not sure what this feeling is, probably an illness of some sort, but if
you ask me, it’s the most badass illness in the world.
A big thanks to Darragh Fadden, Paddy
O’Neill, Paul Collins, Ross Biggane and Rory Sullivan who have all helped out
with planning the hikes at some point or another over the course of the year. I
hope the hiking community within the club remains in good shape for the coming
years, and let the suffering continue!
Next Trip: Mourne Mountains, Co. Down. May
17th -20th. A select few hope to do a repeat of the
infamous Mourne Wall loop hike (33km, 2700m ascent, probably E9).
-Keith O’Donovan
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