Up, Up, Up and Down, Down, Down

The route description clearly states that little to no protection is necessary for the route through the Fisher chimneys. Just to be safe, I bring 3 smallish cams. Cams are not the lightest pro you can carry, but frankly they are in my mind, clearly the most versatile, hence they reason they were invented.

As we continue to move upward, I get crammed in a small crack with some moss and grass that needs some protection. Michelle gets herself sketched out scrambling up a piece of rock and needs my help to get her down. Hmmm...I thought this route didn't need any pro???? What is up with that....Stupidly, we climb on.

Three small pitches and 4 plus hours later, we're pinched. Climbed ourselves into a rock canyon that I CANNOT climb up. Son of a Bitch. Rat Bastard. Muther Fuck Fucker. The route I THINK we need to be on, is not our route. We're blocked. Shit all mighty, now we need to downclimb this bastard!!!

With very little pro, we get resourceful. I use slip knots and solid knob's to guide us down. We find a picket with a couple of 'biners on it. We use that. I sacrifice a brand new yates picket and Michelle offers up several runners during the course of our decent.

After our scramble down, we hit the safety of the talus slopes a little before noon. Time to get back to camp.