Thursday, 18 June 2015
Inner sanctum of Hell, by Stevie Haston.
So it's not calm but we go anyway. I need to get in to the Inner Sanctum, I need to get to grips with it's chamfered singularity. Done a few new routes here at this cliff, 7 and one half done. But the half done one doesn't really tell the tale.
The sea was booming, and some of the spray and plumes were going 80 foot! We still did 3 routes, I did another two, one with a rucsac full of equipping gear. Still can't believe the quality. I managed to get along, and down a weird narrow ramp that angles thru the last roof. The idea is to make a route that goes thru the maximum amount of roof with a little bit of pulling on bolts, so everybody can get maximum thrill. Plus obviously the route will probably go free at some stage.
Cousin Paul from New York, had a good day and was patient when I did some equipping. I should have listened to him when he wanted to call it a day, and I went down to put a rope from the right hand side to a big chimney. "It'll be all right" I said, and the seas got heavy, and I did very little except get soaked, and scared and then had to do Union City Blues with a rucsac. Man was I glad to get up!
I felt like I had a high powered colonic irrigation at one point. But the routes are so groovy. Got to get some equipped, go working, and come back fit, and do the hard ones. Mojo rising, rising. Might have to get super strong again, oh dear.