The day went well, if with a few set-backs and delays. The hike to the Troll Hut was breezy, with a sharp, biting north wind breathing down our necks, which helped cool the sweat of carrying 60 pounds of drill, bolts, hammer, wrenches, rope, gear, snacks and food. The feeder creek below the crag turned out to be running, necessitating an alternate high-water trail to the crag... one which I fortunately possessed the foresight to have constructed about a decade before.
Work soon proceeded apace.
The line was classic; the rock, solid... enough. but cold weather, a few false holes, and an uncooperative first bolt put paid to our dreams of a first ascent... that day.
|Gypsy Conditions, a sustained 5.8, stalled in progress by a single bad bolt and a dead drill battery.|
|Close-up of the traitor bolt. Oh, well, a good day, regardless... not like it was the end of the world or anything... THAT WAS YESTERDAY!|