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<\/a>West Face of Ship Rock<\/p><\/div>\n
Two climbers and an old VW Bug were heading east on Route 66 on a cool but sunny autumn day in the high desert. The stereo blasted Led Zeppelin, and the beer flowed freely.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow! There it is. That\u2019s quite a chunk of rock! Look at that West Face!\u201d George exclaimed! \u201cIt\u2019s bigger than I remembered.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sun was setting over the desert horizon, and the alpen glow on the West Face was spectacular.\u00a0 Neither of them could imagine that they would be watching it from quite a different perspective at the same time the next day.<\/p>\n
George Bain was a rafting guide in the Grand Canyon who John met while working for one of the local homebuilders.\u00a0 He had a passion for climbing desert spires and had done most of the Grand Canyon classics.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey Mattson! Have you ever climbed Shiprock?\u201d George asked one day during a lunch break.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, but I\u2019ve seen it from the road, and it looks awesome,\u201d John answered. \u201cWhat\u2019s the route like?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s mostly scrambling, with a couple of technical pitches. The hardest one is 5.9, but it is illegal,\u201d George replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow illegal is it? Do you think that we can climb it without getting caught?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy friends did it successfully a couple of months ago, so I know that it\u2019s possible. One of them lives in Shiprock, so we can stay at his house and get all the information. He might want to do it again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds like a plan. When do you want to go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow about tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
John rushed home after work to pack his car, and the eager duo headed east the next morning. They drove to the town of Shiprock, New Mexico, where they met George’s friend Jim and discussed the plans for the next day.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a short 5.8 crux at the bottom, and then it eases up quite a bit until the last couple pitches. But the trick is to not get caught. Most groups have somebody drop them off so they don\u2019t have to leave a car,\u201d Jim told them.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a better trick,\u201d John said. \u201cWe park my old car at the bottom and leave one door open and an empty bottle of MD 20\/20\u00a0on the floor. It hasn\u2019t failed yet. I keep one in my car just in case I decide to climb something illegal in the desert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds good to me,\u201d George replied with a chuckle, and Jim agreed.<\/p>\n
The eager group was up at the crack of dawn, and\u00a0 drove the old VW to a flat expanse next to the route and screeched to a halt. The area was already littered with broken glass, so they locked their valuable items in the trunk and left one door open with the wine bottle in obvious sight.<\/p>\n
John scrambled up with the rope, and George and Jim followed quickly behind him. As they vanished into a huge amphitheater, the first crux \u2014 getting caught \u2014 was safely traversed.<\/p>\n
From there, the route was mostly fourth-class scrambling, with a few, intermittent technical pitches. One of them involved climbing over the saddle of a main buttress and rappelling about sixty feet down the other side.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we want to go back this way, we need to leave a rope here,\u201d Jim advised. \u201cBut I really think that there is an easier rappel route!\u201d He had been here before, so they decided to trust him.<\/p>\n
<\/a>George Bain leading one of the crux pitches.<\/p><\/div>\n
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\u201cNo turning back now,\u201d John said, as he pulled the rope. The trio scrambled up toward the summit, and the rock became steeper. The last pitch was truly classic, with a few 5.9 moves and huge exposure, as they finally joined the south ridge and peered down the blank west face.<\/p>\n
<\/a>John Mattson approaching the summit<\/p><\/div>\n
The summit was one of the best that John had ever seen. It offered a great view of the long dikes extending in many directions into the barren landscape and a summit register that belonged in a museum. The weather was perfect, so they relaxed for a bit before starting the downward journey.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s the anchor that I saw last time,\u201d Jim said, pointing to an old piece of webbing that was draped around a large boulder. It looked like a rappel route, but it went straight down the huge, nearly blank, west face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think that we have any other choices now. Sure glad I brought my bolt kit,\u201d John said, as he carefully searched the summit for other options.<\/p>\n
George backed up the sling with another new one, and John tied a knot in the end of the double ropes and started downward. He rappelled slowly and searched for another set of anchors, but there were none to be found. He was hanging in midair about 600 feet from the ground, with no ledge and no anchors in sight, so he decided to pendulum to the left. The swinging rope dislodged a large rock that nearly hit him, but he spotted a ledge, stopped swinging, and started to drill. It was a comfortable ledge, so he yelled, \u201cOff rappel,\u201d and his partners soon joined him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have ten bolts. I hope that\u2019s enough,\u201d He said. \u201cIt looks like a long way to the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry. We should have gone the other way,\u201d Jim apologized. He had never experienced a big wall and was looking kind of nervous.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo late now. We are committed,\u201d Added George. \u201cI\u2019ll do the next one. You can\u2019t have all the fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere must be a rap route around here someplace, but I sure can\u2019t see it,\u201d John added.<\/p>\n
George headed down to the end of the ropes, but there were no ledges, so he was forced to hang on the knot at the end of the ropes while he drilled the first bolt. When the task was completed, he clipped in and yelled, \u201cOff rappel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim was the next to go. He was starting to look stressed out, so John didn\u2019t want to leave him alone.<\/p>\n
George was drilling rapidly, with a big smile on his face, when Jim arrived. \u201cWha\u2026 wha\u2026 what should I do?\u201d Jim asked tentatively.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust clip into that bolt with some webbing, and hang off your harness. Sorry no ledge\u201d George replied. Then he yelled to John, ” Off rappel.\u201d<\/p>\n
John anxiously clipped in and headed down. \u201cAt least we don\u2019t have to worry about the ropes getting stuck on ledges,\u201d John said with a laugh as he reached the bottom of the rappel.<\/p>\n
The sun was setting, and the view was stunning. The long volcanic dikes, which meandered somewhat aimlessly south and west to the horizon, reminded John of the Great Wall of China.<\/p>\n
There was one more hanging belay and four or five rappels before the terrain eased. The darkness set in, but George had brought his headlamp, and one final, lower-angled rappel brought them back to terra firma. The VW had been left untouched, and they sped into town to celebrate.<\/p>\n
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