The Lightning Bolt Cracks

My friend Danny Uhlmann was here from Jackson this past weekend, and seeing as how he had never climbed in the desert before we decided to go climb a classic desert tower - the Lightning Bolt Cracks route on North Six Shooter Peak. This is a picture of Danny with his quintessential smile, pulling over the rim onto the summit. I met Danny this past summer in Bellingham, WA, where we were both guiding for the American Alpine Institute. Over the course of the summer we had countless time to hang out, whether it was playing cards in a tent while storm bound on Mt. Baker, or climbing granite cracks in Index. I have always enjoyed his enthusiasm and never ending supply of conversation topics. Danny has been killing it in the back country of the Tetons all winter, and despite many initial plans which fell through, Danny managed to make the
trip down with his friend Trish, who was taking an avalanche course in Eagle, Colorado. We spent three days in the Utah desert climbing area of Indian Creek, then came back to Rifle, met up with Trish, and enjoyed a great day of skiing. That's the next story, though.

On Friday we rallied to the Creek early and climbed a bunch of fantastic crack pitches. This was Danny's first experience with the uniform cracks of the area, and unfortunately his tape gloves did not hold up to the abuse he put them under. After one climb they were shredded, and by the end of the sixth pitch, Danny's hands were a mess of scraped off skin and oozing puss. Despite this Danny smiled on and we remained psyched for our climb the next day. Saturday we awoke and quickly departed for North Six Shooter, shown here. The approach involved scrambling up quite a large cone of talus to the base, but soon we found ourselves racking up at the bottom of the three pitch climb.

I led the first pitch, which was stellar and involved a hand crack to a flaring off-width finish, which Danny is seconding in this photo. With a few grunts Danny was through and off on the next pitch, a steep and hard finger and hand crack. This positioned us at the base of the tremendous last pitch. I led up into a bombay slot, a feature which requires chimneying with incredible air beneath your feet, as if above bombay doors in an airplane, and out to the lip of a roof, where a long reach around the apex revealed perfect hand jams up a crack in the vertical wall above. I can definitely say this was one of the more spectacular pitches I have climbed in a long while, but of course no pictures since Danny was busy belaying me.

As I sat on the summit and belayed Danny up the last pitch, I had plenty of time to enjoy the incredible vistas in every direction. An energetic wind scoured the tower. The feel of it on bare skin was not cold and bitter, but refreshing. The top of the tower rises way above the valley floor, and horizon to horizon, the sky is utterly expansive. How lucky to be in such a place - this is what I love about the desert, its huge desolation and the sense of exposure it instills in humans. This picture is of South Six Shooter Tower, which rises like a twin pinnacle across the emptiness.











On the summit we relaxed and contemplated these things and many more. Eventually the crispness of the wind chased us down the rappels and back to our camp, but the wonder of this adventure carried on in our spirits until, well, it still carries on...