It's an easy trap to fall into and I've done it as much as anyone else. Hence, why write a public blog? I suppose I find writing slightly cathartic, and I've spent the last 3 years writing an incredibly dull 45,000 word PhD thesis which took care of any desire to write so I'm only getting back to this now. I also know full well that my memory is fallible. Reading back through some of my old posts on this has reminded me of little details of adventures that I had completely forgotten or misremembered. So basically I mean this as a form of journal, back backed up to the cloud and all that.
I present - snapshots of things that I consider worth recording.
Ice Climbing in the Écrins, France, January 2018
I drifted away from climbing a bit for whatever reason in 2015-2016 and got stuck into the world of road cycling. I did a bit of racing and training and took it fairly seriously but found something was missing. A trip to Scotland in 2017 with the Mourne MRT reminded me that I really like being in the mountains and as quickly as I got into cycling I lost interest in it again and came back to climbing. 12 months, on Boulder World annual pass, a training programme and setting up a Climbing Club in Belfast later and I finally got back into *proper* winter climbing, with ice axes, ice screws, and snow.
Except... this time, it wasn't winter climbing as I knew it, which generally consisted of getting up very early in Scotland, trudging up a big hill for several hours in windy/too warm/foggy conditions, getting to the base of a terrifying route with a 50/50 chance of decent conditions and doing battle with the weather, mountain and Reynaud's syndrome while desperately looking for gear placements buried under snow or verglas - or spending the day in a café/pub/bookshop (not that there's anything wrong with any of this).
No, this time it was Alpine ice, which is a revelation. Pitch after pitch of good ice, short walk-ins, good weather, bolted belays (*GASP*).
On a whim and with minimal encouragement I opted in to a winter trip loosely organised through BCC to the Écrins massif in the Hates-Alpes of France. Going on the trip were Peter (from Ballymena-ish, aka Liam Neeson jr), Michal (from Dublin, via Gdynia) and Sarah (from Newcastle, via Chamonix and Belfast) and the psyche was high. Peter, Michal and Sarah had all climbed continental-style ice before in Rjukan, Cogne and the Canadian Rockies before.
The team: me, Sarah, Peter and Michal (photo: Michal Samsel)
After an interesting drive in a snowstorm over the Col de Montgenevre in a 1.2 Fiat Panda with snowchains, we found ourselves at our base of Vallouise, staying at an apartment owned by Jerry and jackie Gore. Jerry is one of those proper Alpine hardmen, who doesn't let type 1 diabetes stop him from holding the UK speed record on the Eiger North face or from putting up hard first ascents in the Alps or Himalaya. They relocated the the Écrins in 2003 finding the quality and quantity of outdoor fun to be had irresistible, combined with the much more relaxed atmosphere compared to the likes of Chamonix. Jerry's advice was indispensible all week and his enthusiasm for the area was unmistakeable - and understandable. The Écrins are magnificent.
After the snow on day 0 and the resultant avalanche risk, Jerry strongly advised us that our time on day 1 would be best spent skiing at the nearby Puy St Vincent. We happily went along with this - me especially as it allowed me a sneaky bit of practice before a dedicated ski trip in February. A fun day was had on the slopes, a particular highlight being the many, many (many!) jokes resulting from the piste named "Le Bois [forest] de Coqs". This was a rather choppy, ungroomed piste on which I feel several times, prompting Peter to remark that the only coqs in this particular forest were us for skiing down it.
We also got the most polite parking ticket I've ever seen, without a fine.
Polite parking ticket
Improved conditions and some snow melt saw us out climbing on day 2. We drove to Ceillac, in the Queyras, close on the map but about an hour drive from Vallouise. This being the Alps, straight mine distances between places are meaningless as there are usually mountains in the way. Ceillac has a notable confluence of qualities - reliable, quality, roadside ice climbing. Hence it is of course busy, which is why visiting on a Monday was better than at the weekend.
Sarah and I climbed the appropriately named Holidays on Ice, a mild route and a good reintroduction to climbing with pointy things. It took a couple of pitches to get used to it but by the end we were happy to take the more challenging right hand finish. For the first time ever, I was able to ice climb in liner gloves due to the favourable conditions and din't even need a big belay jacket. Practically sport climbing! Meanwhile, Peter and Michal were on form and climbed not only Holiday on Ice but also its neighbour, Y Branche de Droite.
Holidays on Ice (WI 3)
That evening, Sarah used the skills she learned from a year in Chamonix and produced a fantastic Tartiflette and the four of us played the board game K2, wherein you simulate an expedition on the famous mountain, supposedly designed by a Polish team tentbound on such a trip.
K2 (photo: Michal Samsel)
Day 3 saw us back to Ceillac to climb the 'ultra classic' Les Formes du Chaos (WI 4), the Point Five Gully of the Queyras. This is, naturally, a very popular route, and one we shared with numerous other parties, causing some bottlenecks at belays. The route had quite a lot of water running beneath the ice (and over the ice on one particuarly damp pitch) but apparently this is normal and not a particular cause for concern (at least it didn't seem to concern anyone else). One pitch, in particular, involved climbing some thin ice out of a cave and the noises arising from peter's ascent were loud and unsettling. However, the ice remained in place - Alpine ice must be made of stronger stuff than Scottish!
Pitch 1, Michal and me leading (photo: Peter Hughes)
Me on the wet pitch, with very numb hands (photo: Michal Samsel)
Peter leading on the loud and suspect ice (photo: Michal Samsel)
Sarah leadingLes Formes du Chaos was nonetheless as good as the hype and provided 6 pitches of great ice, sometimes steep but never overly so. Sarah also led several of the pitches, her first leads on ice and dispatched with style and confidence. Sarah and I went a bit awry at the top looking for the descent route and at one point downclimbed a snowslope which partially gave way to reveal a tree underneath. Meanwhile, Peter followed an Italian party up a continuation pitch which had a ridiculous start out of a pool of water and Michal abseiled an adjacent ropes on a rope which wasn't as long as he would've liked. Quality adventure.
Peter and the daft pitch
Day 4 and we visited the valley of Freissinières. This steep sided valley with it sown microclimate (consistently 4 degrees colder than the surrounding area) possesses countless ice falls of high quality. The access road is not completely cleared, with the main tactic being to drive as far as the snow allows, park, and walk the rest of the way. The four of us set out to climb Ice Pocalypse, a classic WI 4, but Sarah and I were slower to gear up and missed the path through the forest to the base of the route and overshot. However, we came across some ice anyway and decided to have a go, with no idea what the route was and with only a vague trail up to it. It turned out to be the route Paulo Folie (WI 3+), 4 pitches of adventure with a steep 'cigar' on the 2nd and luckily with recently bolted anchors. The only other party we encountered were a Catalan (not Spanish!) team, unusually quiet for this area! One notable moment was on pitch 3 - I placed an ice screw and moved up. Placing my crampon about 30cm right of the screw, a sheet of ice gave way - thankfully, the crack ran through the ice screw hole and the screw fell out, rather than pulling me down with it. I was left dangling from the axes with no feet. Good sport.
Paulo Folie (WI 3+), apparently
The descent from the route was interesting. We followed footstep leftward from the top of the route which disappeared down a steep wall of ice. Did the Catalans downclimb this? Fair play to them! We climbed back up a bit and decided instead on a slightly sketchy traverse to a sturdy tree, from which we abseiled. Unfortunately or 50m ropes brought us to the top of another steep step and no anchor, although this time it was snow and so downclimbing was possible, if slightly necky. Sarah, not particularly familiar with this form of terrain, nonetheless downclimbed it with ease and is clearly made from the Right Stuff for mountaineering!
Sarah downclimbing on steep terrain
Meanwhile, Peter and Michal found Ice Pocalypse but decided on an adevnture up the monster route Au-delà des ombres (Michal's blog here) and had a proper epic with numerous abalakov abseils and one bloodied face!
Day 5 and we returned to Freissinières. Sarah and I managed to find Ice Pocalypse (WI 4+) this (as did, seemingly, every ice climber south of Grenoble) and had a bash. The final pitch provided steep and sustained climbing - the steepest I have done on ice, certainly, and i got pretty pumped. Ice climbing is a confidence game, and the route had just enough rests for me not to panic. It's essentially aid climbing (you have a piece of gear in each hand!) and so there's really no point in placing gear unless you're in a comfortable position. I had built enough confidence on ice to use other peoples' hooks and placements and to depend on less than perfect axe placements. With an unfavourable forecast for the next day, we abseiled the top pitch to the belay it shares with the adjacent Happy Together (WI 4) and climbed this as well. We were met by Michal and Peter who had had a much-deserved late start after the previous day's adventure and climbed Ice Pocalypse as well.
Ice Pocalypse (WI 4+)
Snow was forecast for day 6 and so after consultation with Jerry we visited the 'artificial' ice wall in the village of Aiguille sin the Queyras. This consists of a ravine in the village at the top of which hoses have been installed which progressively form ice falls over the course of the Winter. You pay €4 each at a local Tabac to cover the cost of upkeep and away you go. On this day a large group were also on the wall but they allowe dus to share their ropes and we played about for a few hours, testing our confidence on marginal placements and steep ice. Sarah and peter also had a go on a fun looking mixed route for which I waited for a turn but unfortunately the large group had different ideas on queueing etiquette than me and I became fed up and hungry! The wall is nonetheless a fantastic resource and I'm very jealous of the conditions that allow it to exist.
The Aiguilles ice wall
Peter leading at Aiguilles
Peter on a mixed route
Day 7 and it was time to go home. Sarah took over the cleaning of the apartment (she was a professional cleaner in a previous life) and put the rest of us to shame. She did such a good job that Jerry tried to offer her a full time job in the Alps. Peter went on to Chamonix to continue the adventure on skis while Jerry succesfulyl gave us the hard sell on the Écrins and showed us numerous guidebooks - the area has something for everyone interested in the outdoors whithout being overdeveloped. It also, apprently, sees 300 days of sunshine a year. Needless to say there will be a BCC summer trip to the area in th near future and it was all we could do not to start looking at houses in Vallouise!
A fantastic week and an experience I didn't realsied I had missed for the last few years. The craic in the apartment was great - we took in turns to cook; Sarah makes a mean tartiflette and peter is a renaissance man who makes a mean Spahetti Bolgnese with tabasco. The hotel (and only open restaurant) in Vallouise fed us well severla nights and provided excellent 'Edelweiss' weissbier.
Caution: modern man at work
I like ice. Ice is nice. Maybe Rjukan next year. And some ski touring. And an Écrins summer trip. And... oh, there go all my holidays...
postscript - home now, and my knuckles hurt. Apparently I was punching the ice a lot and may have a mild fracture. It's amazing what you don't notice due to adrenaline.