Sunday, September 19, 2010

Saturday September 18, 2010 Rappel and Ascent Practice

Saturday September 18, 2010
ORMS Practices High Angle
Ascent and Descent Techniques

There were very early signs that Fall colors are approaching with some plants like the creepers starting to turn. I headed up the Ridge Trail while the three stewards who were going to stay over night and cover the mountain on both Saturday and Sunday headed up the Saddle Trail. SNP received an emergency cell phone call from Old Rag summit from an individual with a badly sprained ankle. The injured party was able to slowly and painfully start down the Saddle Trail from the summit. The upward bound ORMS group who had started up the Saddle Trail earlier in the morning were able to reach the patient fairly quickly. They escorted the patient down the Saddle Trail until they made contact with SNP's PSAR group which was also responding up the Saddle Trail. At this point the PSAR team took over the response efforts and the ORMS members were able to proceed back up the mountain to continue coverage high on the mountain and to get as much of the days training agenda done as was possible. Remember this is backcountry and you should plan on it taking hours for first responders to get to you.

Great weather. Looking up the Ridge Trail from first false summit and start of the rock scramble. Click on pictures for higher resolutions.

The picture below is of the view looking back at the first false summit from just below the cave. If you click on the picture then click on either the plus up looking glass, expansion box or other zoom function for the image you will see two hikers off-trail. Not only are they off trail but their approach and tentative furtive body motions and awkward technique told me they wer not experienced climbers.

There is no rule against going off-trail but please use good judgement. You are on your own recognizance. Be very careful of your safety, your group members' safety. Protect your hosts; the rocks, plants, and animals as well as the natural beauty of their home.

While on patrol I often see behavior that appears to be unwise. I get particularly concerned when a very experienced or skilled member of a group is coaxing or pressuring a less experienced members of their party to take risks they may not be ready for.

There are plenty of off-trail routes through the rocks that can be accomplished by novice climbers but which can result in serious or lethal injuries in the event of an unprotected fall.

The trail is purposely routed such that on the the "hard" parts the furthest one can fall is less than ten feet.

Having watched so much questionable behavior on Old Rag from a distance and at the same time believing there is an appropriate place for humans to challenge themselves with dangerous activities, I am resigned to the fact that I must apply a big uncertainty factor when judging what is acceptable risk and what is reckless behavior in the mountains.

I have had the good fortune of surviving plenty of my own misadventures. Partially by luck, my misadventures have only resulted in my experiencing great anxiety, fear, and temporary physical pains. In return, I have forged intense bonds while sharing harrowing adventures with close friends and also collected a set of good stories.

Kenny Loggins' Danger Zone speaks to a part of me. I like the Klingon's tradition of saying "It is a good day to die" when faced with mortal dangers. Even better, I like my climbing partner's and my tradition of giving each other high fives while exclaiming in unison "We live again" at the end of any of our more risky days.

Every visitor to Old Rag gets to script and live their own reality adventure show. While they can be the author, producer and the lead actor of their own show Reality still owns the stage and gets to write part of their script. Plan and prepare for Reality to interject unforeseen difficulties and mayhem into your show.

All that said, here is to hoping that all Old Rag misadventures turn out to be action comedies not tragedies.

If you are going to push the edge be responsible. Make your personal risk reward decisions with profound clarity. Celebrate your life by living intensely not thoughtlessly or carelessly.

The formation pictured below is nowhere near the trail but it was a very neat pedestal that was holding a lot of weight like a flying buttress on a cathedral. A very heavy massive part of the cliff face depended on this pedestal with the hollow portal behind in order it to stay up.

Lead steward Jeremy explaining anchor construction with stewards Dwayne and Anne on the top of the Skyline aka PATC wall. High Angle Rescue techniques have the goal of quickly but safely reaching, treating and extracting a victim located in a high angle situation. The methods used in high angle rescue borrow equipment and techniques from climbers but high angle rescue has very different goals than sport climbing and its methods while similar to those used by climbers are a unique art of their own.

Steward Anne practicing roped descent.

Steward Dwayne just below the lip of the cliff with lead steward Jeremy looking on.

Dwayne at the end of his descent.

After descent practice ORMS moved to the summit and set up to practice rope ascent techniques.

Stewards Dwayne and Anne practicing roped ascent techniques in the light of the setting sun.

Lead steward Jeremy demonstrating how to ascend a rope using just one prusik knot and a foot wrap on the climbing rope to make upward progress. He also demonstrated using progressive back ties on the trailing climbing rope as one additional measure of safety in an environment were the the wrong combination of bad things happening results in lethal consequences.

A Little Humorous Headlamp Philosophy
I must confess that I have seen and run into so many errors of bad planning on Old Rag that I am no longer surprised or appalled by them. Rather, I find myself amused and entertained. For example, of late I have become a connoisseur and collector of the differing quizzical, tilt of the head, vacant, puzzled looks I sometimes get when I ask very-late-in-the-day but still high-on-the-mountain hiking parties, "Do you have lights?". For many folks this question appears to rank in difficulty with that equally puzzling and profound question "Who is buried in Grant's Tomb?"
My field observations have shown that the, "Do you have lights?" question seldom causes any befuddlement or introspection with light-less parties after dark. Darkness appears to focus their mind and cure their befuddlement in regards to this question. Darkness also seems to produce the side-effect of causing the lightless hikers to have giddy delusions when anyone with a light approaches. Many times they seem to think the bringer-of-light has been sent from on- high and I do not mean NPS Washington. Whenever I get to play the role of bringer-of-the-light I allow myself to bask in the giddy adulation bestowed upon me for a few seconds before I inform the delusional hikers that I am just a mere mortal government/non-profit volunteer. Just for the fun of it, I may carry my I phone and a portable external speaker so that I can play Angels We Have Heard On High during my approach lightless hikers stranded in the dark.
Earth to Bob
Just when you think there is certainty about something on Old Rag you'll be surprised. Upon my recent approach to three light-less and be-nighted hikers there was no giddy adulation or even a single "Thanks be to god!" or "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" but rather one hiker said to the others.
"See I told you the park would have someone check the trails".
As I further ponder the story of "Do you have lights?", I realize that I may be a novitiate and the question is my Koan.
NAHHH, where is my I Phone so I can play that Danger Zone song again.
Songwriters: Loggins, Kenny; Moroder, Giorgio; Whitlock, Tom;
Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go
Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone
Headin' into twilightSpreadin' out her wings tonight
She got you jumpin' off the deckAnd shovin' into overdrive
Highway to the Danger Zone
I'll take you right into the Danger Zone
You'll never say hello to you
Until you get it on the red line overload
You'll never know what you can do
Until you get it up as high as you can go
Out along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The further on the edge
The hotter the intensity
Highway to the Danger Zone
Gonna take it right into the Danger Zone
Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone
Highway to the Danger Zone
Gonna take it right into the Danger Zone
Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone
Highway to the Danger Zone
Gonna take it right into the Danger Zone
Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone.
Another wondrous Old Rag sunset.
So many different kinds of light!


My first very crude attempt at a video posting.

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