Well, it’s been a pretty eventful last week. I finally managed to plan my dream trip to the Southern sandstone of the U.S. of A. I left last weekend and went to the Montana Bouldering Championship in Billings at Steepworld. It’s been a great comp in the past and it seems to get better every year. I’m on my way to a bouldering paradise for three and a half weeks so I just needed to pace myself and not get injured (that’s called foreshadowing…). Well about 3 hours into the comp, I’ve got my card filled out but there’s one more problem I might be able to do. I get halfway up the problem, do a hard drop knee and feel a pop in my knee. Pretty sure I would’ve heard it too if the comp wasn’t so loud. No pain, but I’ve been here before and I was certain I tore my meniscus. I called it a day and iced it.
We hit up Chuck E Cheese for the annual post comp skeeball tourney and then I continued on to Sheridan where I slept in my truck in the Wal-Mart parking lot (classy!) For those of you that seen the classic movie No Country for Old Men, remember the scene where the bad guy gets shot in the leg and hobbles into the pharmacy to get first aid stuff? That’s how I felt getting out of my truck and limping into Wal-Mart for Ibuprofin. I was not optimistic about crushing problems a few thousand miles away…
I decided to continue on anyway. I stopped in Sioux Falls, where I grew up and stayed with my sister. 2nd day after the comp, I wasn’t limping anymore. Then onto Saint Louis to stay with my college BFF Megan. At this point I started hearing about a crazy ice/snow storm that was going to hit the South… a blessing in disguise. Instead of getting up early and heading straight to the deeper South, I toured around Saint Louis with Megan and gave my knee an extra day to heal up. We hit up Sweetie Pies (crazy good soul food), the Zoo (most animals weren’t out, but the reptiles were in full force), and the SoIll climbing gym, which I’d wanted to check out for a while. I even climbed a little to test out my gimp-ness. I was definitely scared of weighting my right leg, so I would just climb until it got hard then jump down. Cool gym with a very friendly staff!
My original plan was to go to Chattanooga and Little Rock City, but the weather looked a little more promising at Horse Pens 40, Alabama. After breakfast, I left Saint Louis and made it just past Memphis where I camped. The following day I arrived at HP 40 just as the 4 inches of snow (!!!) was beginning to melt. Area-wise, HP 40 isn’t that big, but everything you’ve heard about the fabled slopers is 100% true. Crazy table sized slopers everywhere! I’d always dreamed of these slopers, but never really thought it through fully. Awesome slopers for you’re hands means in a few moves you’re going to have terrible smears for your feet. As Shakespeare says, “Aye, there’s the rub.” That’s the real technique that you have to get used to to climb at HP 40, smearing. I climbed 3 days and did tons of classic problems. As per HP 40 lore, I got shut down on a V4 (Centerpede) and a V5 (Millipede) and had to project a couple V3’s, but had tons of fun. My knee isn’t 100% yet, but I don’t think it’s held me back on anything except one or two problems with odd landings. No right leg drop knees for a while, so hopefully I don’t get psyched on anything where that’s necessary.
The other brilliant thing with HP 40 is that is located on a private ranch/campground. You pay $15 a day for camping/climbing. They’ve got restrooms, showers, and even a little general store with most necessities. Here’s a few photos:
In more local new, David Sjoquist (aka Derveed the Swede), finished up the longstanding sick-proj at Whiskey Gulch going up and left from Caught in the Act. “Decapitated” V11. That guys gets his green card and thinks he can steal all our projects… Nice work Derv!!!
Well, onward to Chattanooga and Little Rock City!