Sunday, February 7, 2016

The promised land

The flight teleported me from the cozy warmth of a flat in wintery Slovenia to somewhere in the middle of Spain, Valencia. Soon I found myself hitching a ride, looking to go to Chulilla. After waiting desperately for some 20 minutes thinking my hitchhiking days must be over, once again I get lucky. Yo no hablo espanol, they don't speak english, clumsily i manage to explain where I'm going. The guy is offering to make a detour and take me straight to my destination. I am about to modestly turn down the offer, then I remember this is why I do it - because there's friendly people. They're excited to help me, and by the time we're in Chulilla my Spanish has made a quantum leap (starting from scratch, this was not too hard). I'm back to the sport climber's promised land, psyched as could be.

Finally got to Chulilla!
 Chulilla has a special vibe right now. It feels I am here at the best time, a unique stage in development of a world class crag. Some 20 years ago, people started climbing here, but only a tiny bit of the vast amount of the huge vertical walls in the gorge was bolted. The bolting in the last few years has turned an old-school site into a well-known spot on everybody's ticklist with a ton of long, sustained and technical routes to go at. This is really the stereotypical Spanish limestone at its finest. However, it's still in the transition to accomodate the numbers of climbers coming here. For now, everyone stays in the car park at the end of the village. There's a bunch of vans, people travelling alone, stopping here on their months long trips. The bar on the corner, ran by climbers, is the hub where everyone hangs out and has beers in the evening - aspiring dirtbags, lifetime climbers, crazy Spanish hippies...  every morning I just show up at the crag and there will be either a psyched local or a strong visiting climber.

climbing in the Oasis sector

friend Samy warming up in Chorreras
 The first few days I wasn't really feeling it though. There was great humidity and climbing kinda sucked, you'd just zip off holds unexpectedly and crimpy routes felt horrible. I didn't feel too comfy sport climbing, either. A 4 day trip to Albarracin with friend Kelvin was a great change. I came back with rejuvenated psyche, strong and feeling like I've learnt a lesson in technique sending some cool lines and getting shut down on others. Nice weather with a breeze and low humidity gave the crimps that cool crispy feeling under the fingers and climbing was fun again!
I sent some projects from earlier and got on Primer asalto, an 8c in the Balcon sector. I haven't climbed 8c in about a year and haven't really felt that sport climbing kick since doing lots of trad last year, so I was pretty pleased when I got it, in mere four tries! Also, it was one of those classic moments of feeling good at the crag but feeling quite drained already, I set off with an empty head and found myself nailing the crux moves like being on autopilot, going like whaaaat? when I finished it.
A note on the grade though. Chulilla has a bit of a reputation for its soft grades and I quite agree. People book trips here in order to get their first of the grade. Apparently some routes are getting downgraded in the next issue of the guidebook. The 8c however, feels solid to me. Or maybe I'm just one of those people :) anyway it fit me, a gym style route that's shorter and steeper than others - less time to get pumped and less need to worry about the feet.

Albarracin was sweet! I dream of being a strong boulderer and the place always looked sooo good in pics, I was going! Even more so if they call it the spanish Fontainebleau, and it's only 2 hours away from Chulilla. A few kilometres outside an incredibly picturesque medieval town, on a hill covered in pine trees, sits a boulder field covered with ancient wall paintings and amazing problems. The style is powerful, there's lots of roofs and many finish with a sketchy comitting mantle, which sure gave me some hard time. Sandstone is best bouldering anyway, and here the red stone forms some really cool shapes.

I went 4 days straight just trying to get done as much as possible. I did two classic problems, El varano and Zarzamora, ex 8a but downgraded to 7c+ due to holds breaking/honest grading :D it's pretty much on par with my best bouldering sends, so I was pretty pleased again.

friend Jonas trying a roof problem in the evening light 

slopey traverse on the Cosmos block. 

Albarracin cover problem, Fontainebleau-esque perfection on funky slopers. This one is getting polished, but word in the forest has it there's another whole undeveloped area only 30 km away.

miss no chance to jam

sloper madness on 'Trave de los techos', about 7a

slapping the crux move on 'Zarzamora'. Gym style compression moves, it really fit me.

mantles forever
after about 100 tries, the mantle on this 7a classic remains a puzzle. I need more yoga.

battling 'El varano', the dream prow problem. I almost got shut down by the mantle moves until I was given some heureka beta. thanks Andy for the photos!
So much talk on performance right? It seems like double measures pissing on grade chasers but eventually doing the same thing. So, what's about it? In my year off school that I'm dedicating purely to climbing, I have only few vague goals and I want to above all see different places, climb with different people, learn languages and have fun. It's just I'm having most fun when I'm climbing well. In this sense it will always be performance related.
There's different kinds of climbing where sometimes grades don't matter much though, and then I'll just be happy if I had a day of feeling good on rock, not getting too scared and staying on top of my game. For this trip to Spain, I packed three pairs of La sportivas, a bunch of draws, a trad rack and a helmet. The plan is lots of sport climbing all over, do some multipitch hopefully, live proper dirtbag, go to El Chorro, maybe Riglos, Mont Rebei, spend some time in Catalunya and get in a real good endurance shape, try hard, climb whatever possible :)

fiesta in the streets the neighbour village, hot dogs on steroids

1 comment:

  1. Nice. Now come to us in Cataluña. Estamos aquí a hora. And we have some hard stuff for you.