Pebble wrestling on rock creek.

Every area that I climb at has its own unique properties. This set of boulders is no different. The rock is very granite like andusite. Boulders come in all sizes and the holds are mostly edges our slopers. The most telling thing hear is the water polished stone. Supper smooth which make for some serious smearing. I personally love the setting with its deep forest feel and large creek running right through it all. Plus the 5 second approach from the car is not bad either.

Beautiful creek and moss and trees sets the atmosphere of the bouldering.

Down in the creek the first boulder I tried and cleaned looked like a incredible line up a proud face. We filled in a little of the landing to keep the pad dry then it was time to give it a go. I stuck the throw on my second try and then calmly mantalled out. The line was so good I decided to name it after my youngest daughter, Joy.

Joy Bean V3 FA at Rock Creek from Tymun Abbott on Vimeo.
This boulder has some incredible lines and to the right of Joy Bean I found a simple but supper hard line to work on. On this one there is just one hold a small rail crimp. After lots of work I stuck the lip dyno from this hold. On a second visit I managed to stick the match on the lip but there are 3 moves to go and I think they will be supper hard just like the first two.

Dorian with his eye on the Project

Going for the dyno

Almost stuck it.

After a few tries on the project we headed to the back side to get out of the sun. On the back side there lies a 30 foot traverse with a great hard top out at the end. We cleaned the line and took a couple of turns. I can say this is one of the best lines I have ever been on! Supper steep heal hooking all the way with a hard finish. The pump is incredible.


Rock Creek Traverse from Tymun Abbott on Vimeo.
The next day I came back to head for the deep shade of the forest and start in on the boulders right next to the car. A 30 foot steep slab got cleaned as well as a nice block below and it steep neighbor. There are 8 lines on the main block and 2 on the small but steep one next door. The tall slab has three lines on it as well.

Central Mini Arete

On the north side of the boulder was a nice hard line with a supper low start and a hard move to link. After some hard work a send came and Rock of Gibraltar was born.

Start Low on good rail.

Traverse Rail

Get feet up

Throw for slope

The final goal for the day was to have a go at the small boulder just past this one. There was a small foot to start on and a tiny crimp for a hand. It looked like if I could get started a throw might get me to some better holds for a send.

Two small crimps to start.

Toss for the nest crimp

Throw for the slope

Stick it.

Throw for the top

Got it.

A nice power line came out and a great end to the bouldering day. Can't wait for the weather to be good to head back out there for more.

Keep Sending!

Three Corner Falls. Off trail all the way.

Almost my whole life I have loved hiking but it was not till the last 10 years of so that I started taking an interest in off trail hiking and exploring. Some of the waterfalls that are off trail in the gorge are more incredible in my opinion than the ones on the trail.

Upper Bridalveil Falls

This recent trip was so good that I just had to write about it. Three Corner Creek comes down a steep drainage into Rock Creek way up on Red Bluff Road north of Stevenson Washington. The drainage has five waterfalls in a little less than half of a mile.

Three Corner Creek Drainage

After a 1 hour drive our adventure started with trying to find the right place to drop down into the drainage below. This effort took three tries as when we got to the bottom of the drainage we found the wrong two drainage's to go up and the brush in the bottom is to thick for exploring in.

Dense brush and supper steep banks.

This process involved dropping 800 feet to the bottom while holding onto vine maple branches. Then look around and cross the creek. Find out this is the wrong side creek and head back up. We did see some cool things while in the bottom.

God's mossy cave of green

It was now noon and we were wondering if we would find it at all. One more try we thought and drove up the steep road a little more to a different parking spot. This time the down hill was even stepper than before but we got to the bottom and saw that there was a lot of water in this side creek which meant that we had found the right drainage!

My dad in the bottom.

Quickly finding a spot to cross the creek we headed up what we thought was the side drainage but was really the main creek. Turning the corner into the new drainage we were met with a view in the distance.

Lower falls

The falls was close and our spirit was renewed. Heading down into the creek to avoid and brush we soon got a clear view of the falls as it fell over a tall dam of basalt rock. Old growth fir, large ferns, and lots of moss made for quite the seen.

Lower falls from afar.

Up close

Such a sense of serenity was amazing. We absorbed it all for a short while then our thoughts were consumed by how to get around it. As we headed up the right slope pulling on tall ferns for help I could not help but smile and want for more.

Looking back at the lower falls

Falls number two turned out to be in a bowl just above falls number one. A small break in the cliff line allowed us to scramble into the bowl of the falls a get a look up close and personal. Overhanging basalt rock in the shape of a horse shoe with the creek smashing into a small shelf of rock at the bottom.

Note the small arch carved by the water at the bottom.

Re-tracing our steps out of the bowl we headed on up the slope until we met up with a ridge of moss covered basalt. Slipping around it's left flank and into the steep woods we traversed onward until we could see what we thought was the final falls. The large basalt cirque spread out before us and what I saw I had never seen before.

Two 80 foot waterfalls into the same creek.

It turns out that this spot was were two separate drainage's meet. The waterfalls fell into separate polls separated by a small island of rock and then joined up about 25 feet down the creek. What an incredible view. Old growth firs and large maple. Big ferns and moss every ware. And then there were the two waterfalls.

The base of the left falls with the right falls in the background.

The right falls.

Both polls and the right falls.

The left falls like silk caressing the cliff as it falls into it quite poll.

Time passed as we took it all in. I was so glad to have had this adventure with my dad but time was ticking by and it had taken two and a half hours to get in hear. We decided to take a slightly different route out to minimize the brush. This change gave us one more surprise.

Falls number 5

This last falls would be huge and loud at high water. Cutting up the slope from hear we found the ridge and headed down it's spine. At the end we ended up doing some 4th class moss down climbing to get off the ridge but it was steep clear woods all the way back to the bottom of the creek. We crossed were we had before and then looked up. Pulling on lots of ferns and vine maple for 800 vertical brought us back up flatter ground and a short walk to the car. Six hours in the woods with 4000 vertical gain and loss finished by only traveling a mile and a half total on the day. I would do it again in a hart beat but I think there might be an easier way in next time.

Autumn Splendor, Revisited

Years ago I was hiking up a trail in the Columbia River George with my mother that I had hiked on many times before. This time was different though. Climbing for about 12 years at the time had given me eye's to see rock that I had not seen before. It was not like it was not there but just that I had not noticed it right in front of my eye's. To be honest it was my mother that pointed at a large boulder sitting on the trail and said "You can climb that one." with the tone of voice that meant the actual climbing was merely a formality. As I gazed up at the 18 foot high block, my mind said "Ya Right Mom!!!"

The blank face of  Autumn Splendor

She insisted that I could climb the line and so the seed was planted. Over the coarse of the next two years I climbed hundreds of lines all over the area. Some hard some easy but most incredible. The line in question seamed too elude me though. My mother would ask "Did you send it yet?" and the answer would always be not yet.

Indian Paint Brush

All this changed one day when I decided to get serious about the line and see if there really was a line of holds to the top of the boulder. With a brush I started cleaning the face and as I did so I noticed the smallest of holds. Not to many and not to few but just maybe enough. There was another problem as well and that was the fact that the size of these holds was similar to gluing two quarters to the wall and rounding the edges.
Could I use the holds I had found?

Mt Adams from near the top of the trail.

On the first days effort, I managed to get of the ground after about 20 tries. A lot of work for sure for one move but that was all my mind needed to take it all the way to the top. On the next trip out I found myself at the base again but this time I pieced together the moves to three quarters of the way up. Every move as hard as the last with the chance of a fall at any moment. At this point in the process is when I found out that the crux was a supper committing dyno on the worst feet imaginable two moves from the end. I found myself falling off at this point over and over knowing that I just was not committing one hundred percent to the move. Full commitment would be the only way to the top and I had to find the will to do it some ware. About a week later my mom decided to come out and watch me on the climb as well as hike to the end of the trail for the fall view.

Beautiful sub alpine.

On this day with my mom watching the conditions were cool and dry. I can remember powering through each move and thinking just plant the foot and go this time. When I arrived at the crux I through caution to the wind and drove my shoe into the rock like never before. A moment later I was pulling over the top wondering what just happened and think that I might have just climbed the hardest thing of my life. A couple weeks ago I took these photo's and revisited the boulder to see if it was as hard as I remembered. The truth is I could not do the crux this time and I think it might be harder than I remember. This is defiantly one of those moments I love in my climbing and going back was incredible. Enjoy the photo's of Autumn Splendor V8 (I think)

Off the ground

Match feet

High step

Super long hard pull

Keep Going

And Going

Almost there!

Latch

Got it

Bring up the left foot

Gaston

Pull into the crux

Right foot to toe smear high and go big.

Thanks mom for be-leaving. It has been 8 years since the send and I hope to be strong enough one day to send it again. As always keep sending.