Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The fuzz buster.

The F4 Phantom over Vietnam.
Photo: warfarehistorynetwork.com


The F4 Phantom is a supersonic jet that was used between 1958 and 2016 in the United States Military. During the Cold War the American military was envisioning fighting Russian jets, so the F4 was designed to be a long range intercepter--an air-to-air combat machine.

During the Vietnam War, the military realized that they could use this airplane to deliver bombs, even though it hadn't be designed to do so. Because it had been built to fight other planes, it didn't have the indicators for missiles that other planes did--it should have already been flying faster or higher than the missiles coming from the ground making an indicator unnecessary. Captain Charlie Plumb who flew this plane during the Vietnam War said that he "had no indication when a missile was in the air. So we went down to Radio Shack and bought a fuzz buster (police scanner). The Russian built SAMs (Surface to Air Missiles) [were] on the same frequency as the California Highway Patrol! It had a little suction cup that went on the wind shield...and [there I was] flying a twenty million dollar airplane being protected by a twenty nine dollar fuzz buster."1

It's funny how sometimes it's the little additions make all the difference.

Something I learned a long time ago is that if I'm doing a climb with a carry over (where you hike off another way back to camp instead of rapping back down the same way) I prefer a small pack. This makes sense, I mean it's much easier to climb with a small pack than a big pack, even if it's empty. So the trick is to hike in with everything strapped to the outside, gypsy style.

I have a small pack that I'd avoided using for years because it didn't have any straps on the outside. I am a minimalist as far as pack features are concerned, so of course you can have too many straps on a pack, but one "compression strap" on each side to hold things like ropes, boots, and poles to the pack are really worth their weight. Recently I decided to do some finagling and added a pair of straps so I could use the pack more effectively. It's the little additions that make all the difference.

I used it this month on the North Face of Mt Borah in Idaho's Lost River Range. It's a beautiful feature in a beautiful place, and I was glad I able to finally get up there and see it in person.

The north face of Mt Borah at sunrise.



Myself on the face.
Photo: Jack Parks


Jack up high.


The headwall's close!


Jack on the summit.

Summy photo!!

Good, ol' fashioned, beehive state ingenuity.
               



1 Jocko Podcast 76 with Charlie Plumb - 6 Years a POW at The Hanoi Hilton

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The bookends of combat.



It's definitely correct to say that the Civil War started with the battle of Fort Sumpter, but my history buffs out there know something that you might not. The First Battle of Bull Run marked a special point in the war. It's really where the Civil War as we know it began since that's where the fighting started in earnest. 

A guy by the name of Wilmer McLean had both the fortune and misfortune of being followed around by the Civil War. In 1861, when the war started, he lived in Bull Run, Virginia. During the fighting he actually had cannon balls falling into his house! Soon afterwards the Second Battle of Bull Run occurred and he'd had enough. Tired of the fighting and worried about his family, he decided to move to a quieter neighborhood in Appomattox, Virginia. Strangely enough though, the war found him there in 1865. One of the final battles of the war took place in Appomattox and the Confederates actually surrendered to the Union in his living room. Wilmer McLean later said that "the war began in my front yard and ended in my parlor."

Comparing ice climbing to war is definitly hyperbolic. But just like Wilmer McLean managed to bookend the Civil War, usually my ice climbing seasons are bookended by scrappy mixed climbs. This time I spotted a few drips forming up American Fork Canyon. I called Paul Robertson, told him I had a construction project in mind, and he was game. I've seen it form in the past, but never this thick. Still....it was pretty thin!



Thin Pick-ings M6
FA: Sawyer Wylie and Paul Robertson 
Thin Pick-ings is found just to the right of the summer sport climbing area, the Watchtower, in American Fork Canyon. Since it is on the same rock band as the Watchtower, follow the same approach beta. 
 5 bolts plus chains

Paul all geared up for war. 
 Sport mixed climbing isn't comparable to war.
It does require a lot of work, equipment, knowledge, and logistics though.

I'm glad Paul doesn't mind working on my construction projects. 

Bolts on an ice climb? Inconceivable! Then again, the ice is quite thin.
You can see almost the entire bolt hanger.



Sunday, February 5, 2017

Lines worth retracing.

Why not take a photo on the way back down?

When Kyle and Scott disappeared, it was a big deal. Of course it was a big deal for climbers all over, but as far as locally? Two of the pillars of the Wasatch community were gone. I wanted to keep their memories alive, so I decided to repeat some lines that they had made the first ascents of. One of the reasons I love climbing is for the history of it. I love being able to have the same experience and interact with the same rock people that I admire have. This is, in a way, how we can start to understand their perspective on climbing.

In the fall I decided I wanted to repeat two lines I hadn't ever done, one by each of them. Highway to Hell from Scott and Happy Hour from Kyle. It's always hard to predict what will happen with mixed lines in the Wasatch, but unfortunately, neither really formed. Sure there was some verglassed rock, but I really wanted to repeat them in somewhat of the same condition as when they were first climbed.

I still haven't been able to be lucky enough to repeat one of Kyle's lines yet, they all seem to be rather ephemeral. I was able to grab one of Scott's though, Shrink to Fit Wranglers. It's a real fine line, so I made sure to get several laps on it. NWS after all.


Jewell starting up the rock.

My favorite photo, Shrink to Fit Wranglers a good line with fun movement.

It's much steeper than it looks! The backstory behind the name is worth knowing.
I'm told that when Scott did the first ascent, he was wearing a pair of
wrangler jeans and he got super wet. Voila! Custom fit jeans!


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Hemoglobin and the Fun Ramp.


Korey at the hanging belay.

Sometimes it is hard to leave things along. A very skilled chemist by the name of Max Perutz knew this better than I do. He did something everyone told him was "nutty", he tried to solve the structures of myoglobin and hemoglobin (the proteins that bind to oxygen in your muscles and blood). He and John Kendrew persisted however, and after twenty years, they figured them out and together received the Nobel Prize. The thing is, the structures changes when they bind to oxygen. So Max Perutz said, "I want to know what the structure of hemoglobin is when it's not bound to oxygen". Everyone thought that was crazy, it took twenty years to put the hemoglobin puzzle together and not only did Max wanted to do it all over again, but do it in the absence of oxygen!? The cool thing is that he actually did it and solved the structure of deoxyhemoglobin (hemoglobin unbound to oxygen).

Last year we started up this route (The Fun Ramp!) late in the day and decided to bail (from the only fixed anchors on route I might add) since we didn't have headlamps and didn't feel like making things too wild. I mean hey, we try not to have anything epic happen on a climb that is less than epic. Korey and I went for round two and made it our first route of the day so we'd have sunlight to spare. We certainly didn't ever have to work as hard as Max Perutz did, but sometimes it is hard to walk away from a route.


Taking us up to the main feature of the route on round two.


Korey about to walk our own sandy version of Half Dome's famous ledge.


The FUN ramp!

The feature is huge actually, we thought it would be a thin flake.