13. April 2002, Stanage Edge
Revision of 17. April 2002 (link to Adrian's pics)
A select Youarsey* meeting with Adrian J, Marek P, and Tony B, on a beautiful spring day at Stanage Edge, the premier Gritstone outcrop in England's Peak District
Adrian's pictures are
here, and here's a TR from
Burbage North a couple of weeks previously
This was another hastily-arranged outing (so hastily that Mrs P didn't have time to bake a cake), but none the worse for that. We grouped at the Mississippi / Balcony Buttress area, which was pleasantly busy. Tony, fresh from his recent lead of Paradise Wall, decided to have go at Amazon Crack. |
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Tony and Adrian (belaying) at the start of Amazon Crack (S 4a **) |
![]() Tony making steady progress on Amazon Crack. Note the delicate footwork (by his belayer, I mean) |
While Tony and Adrian saw off Amazon Crack in fine style, Marek and I headed for Balcony Buttress, where I managed to gibber up the eponymous classic. The new Rockfax guide gives this S 4a, which seemed fair. Marek then led Heaven Crack, every bit as delightful as expected, and justifiably popular. |
![]() Marek brings Steve up Heaven Crack |
![]() Tony seconding Louisiana Rib |
Meanwhile, Adrian led Tony up The Louisiana Rib, which looked well up to its VS 4c from our viewpoint. To be neighbourly, I soloed the adjacent Mississippi Climb, a pleasant VDiff jugfest after a slightly polished start, where I was glad to have Marek spotting me.
Thus encouraged, we decided it was time for a look at the weirdly-graded Verandah Buttress, which used to be VDiff 5b, though it now gets S 5b (or even 5c, according to climbers on the adjacent Greengrocer Wall). The tech grade refers to the boulder-problem start. I made a few half-hearted attempts to get on it, finally falling back, missing my footing and giving my helmet a terrific crack on a boulder. Good thing I was wearing it, or it could have been very serious. |
On the principle of getting back on a horse, we wandered back south, and I led Crack and Cave, given VDiff in the guides. This came as a nasty shock to the system, and it felt every bit as hard and exposed as Balcony Buttress. I escaped into the cave, getting a wonderful thread around the boulder that sits in there, then regretted my cowardice, as the move back out onto the face now seemed awfully intimidating. Some days you're going well; others, you're not.
Still in funk mode, I laced the the final section with Friends, nuts and slings, like a pair of Doc Martens. Lacing, as everyone knows, criss-crosses from side to side and ends in a knot, so rope drag was a major issue as I flumped over the final mantelshelf to safety. Definitely a route for two ropes.
Big thanks to Marek for his patient belaying, and to all for a great day out.