


I’d done the crux of Marhauna - my 8a project - but still had work to do. Only yesterday had another climber (looking super solid) fallen from above the crux. I was quite pumped (but not stupidly so), and had to climb the three bolts of 7a+ climbing to the top. From the undercuts I positioned my feet and made a big throw to a ledge. Now for the awkward bit… The last hard sequence was a teetering mantle onto the ledge! I reached high for a poor left hand side-pull, threw my left toes high onto the ledge and teetered on using tiny holds for balance. A small respite – I was in balance on the ledge! Just some technical moves on small crimps to finish. It’s not easy climbing and I was a little pumped; however, I knew I could finish the route and stayed calm. A few minutes later I clipped the chains on Marihauna – my first 8a!
The route went on the 7th go. I was particularly pleased to get it because I’d felt like giving up on the 5th go! I’d given it everything on the 5th try and got so pumped and fallen from the end of the crux. It felt so hard to link, and I couldn’t believe I’d have the power endurance anytime soon. However, I decided to come back a day later and try to climb with a very relaxed attitude. I realised I’d been trying to hard; I needed to climb with full commitment, but stay relaxed and not over-grip. It sounds obvious, but it’s hard to do when climbing right on the limit. It worked… on the 6th and 7th (successful) attempt I felt relaxed and arrived at the crux feeling calm and confident. A slight error in body position threw me off the crux on the 6th go, but I didn’t make the same mistake on the 7th!
It was such a great feeling; I’d climbed my first F8a. It didn’t sink in straight away, but I’ve been really pleased ever since.
After some rest I decided to have a go at redpointing the route. I wasn’t convinced I’d get far, but gave it a shot. I struggled and fought through the series of powerful moves, and somehow reached the last two moves of the crux sequence. I was very surprised to be there, but had nothing left. I made a long reach up and twisted my hand backwards into a Gaston undercut. I now had to summon some body tension, reach a poor side pull and move my feet. I screamed at the top of my voice, didn’t find any body tension and came flying off. I was annoyed I’d got so close, but equally surprised I’d got anywhere near that far. It was late in the day and I was very tired, but decided to leave the draws in and have one last go…
My back and shoulders were aching horribly and another go seemed futile. I decided to give it a go anyway and embarked on my last attempt. The whole crux sequence went badly; I was so tired and every move felt right on my limit. I struggled on, my body positions were all wrong and my footwork severely lacking – mostly due to my very tired body. Somehow I managed to reach the last two moves of the crux again! I had nothing left, but somehow summoned enough body tension to grind my toe onto the shiny foothold. After a massive fight I’d reached the jug. I was wasted, but managed to struggle up the last half of the climb to the chains! F7b+ and F7c in one day!
A F7a+ at Raco de Finestra.
We received the long awaited message yesterday that our beloved Juan is finally repaired and ready for us to collect – woop woop.
Jase left very early this morning for an epic journey involving 25 mile cycle, 3 trains and another 15km cycle (almost like some weird triathlon!). He then has to drive all the way from south Valencia back to Siruana hopefully with all parts of the engine staying where they should be.
I currently have my fingers crossed that we will all be safely reunited sometime this evening.