American Gangster

Lately, I have been thinking about alot of things, making decisions, and stressed out. It sounds depressing, but that is how I have felt. Mostly, with money and trying to conserve so that I am not a poor, homeless bastard with nothing. The Euro is almost double the USD (1.49), so this means that whenever I buy groceries, gas, go out, pay for my car, the price is never what it seems and my bank account is sucking the will outa me. It sucks to login and check your account expecting to have so and so dollars, but the only thing you see is 0! So recently I have boggled with the idea of returning back to the US early, eliminating 1 month of rental car payments ( which would be around 1300 euros left to pay) and the stress of hitting rock bottom, instead of keeping my eye on the prize which is many amazing boulders. Does not help to wake up to cold drizzle and fog either. The thing about Innsbruck is that it is situated in a valley, so the sun intake is about a few hours everyday. I am used to perfect CO weather, always dry and cold, with the exception of a few days and endless amount of climbing. Well the decision was made and I am leaving back the 6th of Dec. to San Francisco, CA, where the TNF summit meeting is being held, then taking a one way back to CO, off to Nashville for a couple weeks, hitting up Kansas for christmas on the way back, then back to CO for preparation of the Hueco Tanks season. WOW have so much traveling ahead of me. I have to go back anyway for the summit so making 3 Euro trips in total does not make sense, plus will save me A TON of $$$. I am ready to come back anyway, 5 months is a long time and you start appreciating the little things that America has to offer (like burritos, sushi, whole foods, theatres, bowling alleys, my skateboard, friends etc). Well enough talk about this, now for some good news!

So in the last week, miracuously we had a couple days of killer weather. Waking up to blue skies and crisp fresh air would put a smile on anyones face (unless you were a sad bastard) and this did the trick for me. I took advantage of these days, got up early, rallied a crew of Austrians and swerved left to the Zillertal! The thing about this area is whenever the opportunity for good weather comes your way, you fucking take advantage of it and stop everything else that you are doing (even if Dreamtime, now broken, is sitting right in front of your face)and bust into the lush, green valley full of granite boulders. Hmmmm maybe that is why Zillertal is so green because of all the rain it recieves? Anyway I did just this and visited an amazing area called the Sundergrund in the Zillergrund valley. Here you drive up a narrow dark road that is always wet since it recieves no sun at all, pass a couple pastures with cows grazing, and arrive to a parking lot. The hike is 20 minutes uphill and usually very cold and dark until you turn the corner and magically the sun is shining in your face lighting up the snow covered Alps and green pastures… so surreal and picture esqe. I seriously almost dropped a turrd in my pants when I saw the sun and immediately knew… today was a good day. We continued to up the road another 10 minutes to a giant boulder field in the pasture. Here holds classic problems such as the Exploited and Spirit along with a couple projects. Usually I would be motivated to try projects but today I just wanted to climb as much as I could. The granite here is perfect, similar to Brione with a sand paper friction, so when it is cold and dry… climbing feels like cheating. I warmed up then got motivated for Exploited. The funny thing about this boulder is that it takes the center of this giant bloc (about 20 metres high) but drops off once it reaches the jug on the slab… from here I think it would be impossible to top it out. I geard up and figured out the compression moves then fired the line off in a few tries. Like I said when its good conditions climbing feels like cheating and this problem did not feel so hard but I could imagine how it would feel in 10 degrees warmer of weather. After this my friend Korni took me to an amazing boulder up in the woods which holds 2 4 star lines. The original is called Camorro which means (mafia) and starts out with a couple moves of 8A+ then bails left to the jug crack. I figured out the moves quick and dispatched it in a couple tries. If you take the direct (more logical) path it is a project. We tried the stand for about an hour, but the moves did not seem to go. Originally, you took a jug undercling with the left and incut crimp with the right, reach statically to the small, sloping edge with the right, place your feet and double dyno to the lip which is downward sloping. Korni had just broken the jug undercling so now the hold was made into an awkward gaston which made it difficult to reach the edge. After many tries failing on both the first move and coming nowhere close to the last, I discovered the thought of going up with the left hand then hand foot matching my right foot next to my hand, pulling with one arm, and statically reaching the lip. Now I knew the stand would go for sure. After a couple more failure attepmts I was able to connect the two moves but had to drop off due to too much moss on the top out. Now game time had started. To me this line was not a stand, when I looked back at the line, it should start on the obvious jug and climb into these two power moves. This would mean climbing a 3 move 8A+ straight into another 2 move 8A+ with all the same style of one arm pulling on a 45 degree overhang. It was starting to get dark and I knew that I had to clean the topout first before making real attempts, so the decision to just come back was made.
Day 2
Wow Zillertal is on a role with prime weather. Woke up again to sun and colder conditions. Psyche was extremely high to go try “the proj” and at 10 a.m. I was out in my beamer on my way to pick up friends Emi and Martin then busting the move back to Sundergrund. We arrived at the boulder when the sun was crawling in through the thick forest, making the air feel extremely dry. Today was a day that chalk was not even needed… another sign of a perfect day. I warmed up and tried to climb the topout through the moss but this was not possible. Emi had a rope stashed up there for about 3 years and it was extremely dirty and had a couple core shots but this did not fucking stop me from getting the job done. I rapped off slowly turding my pants everytime I heard the rope crack, hoping it would not break (the boulder is about 30 feet tall so falling would not have been good). I scrubbed the shit out of the slab for about an hour or two getting pumped out of my mind. My new realization is that cleaning boulders is the perfect warm up and actually pretty fun to do. Discovering holds hidden beneath the moss and chalking them up is such a satisfying feeling. It is like a work of art, you create something to have have a final outcome. The sun was starting to go down and conditions were prime… it was time to try the proj! I fell off the long move to the crimp a couple times from the start and finally stuck it failing to reach the lip due to my foot slipping. I was just giving rapid goes and started to become fatigued. When I was resting Emi made a comment on how this was the best conditions he had ever seen in the zillertal and at this boulder. Normally the humidity in the forest is so high that the holds become black after a few goes. The thing about this climb too is that it is a friction climb so imagining the moves in shit conditions was somewhat like watching a horror flick. A switch clicked in my head and I knew this was one of the only opportunites I had to do the proj before the rain came back. I went over to the start and fell on the intro moves. Pressure was building and I knew that only a couple more attempts were left in me. I settled down and tried to relax. The bottom was executed perfectly and fast, hit the long move perfect, stuffed the right toe in and pulled as hard as I fucking could to the lip catching it and staying tight into the wall. Did the final swing out and topped out. The feeling was amazing and this was probably one of the purest boulders I have done. It is funny how your motivation changes when you know that one day is all you will get of good conditions. I named the line American Gangster since the left exit has to do with the Itialia mafia. As for the grade I slapped on 8B+ but who knows repeats will tell. Regardless of the difficulty, the line was attracting and that was my motive to climb up it. After we went just 10 metres up the hill to an egg shaped compression boulder where a 7B was completed from the stand. Martin showed me some new beta for the sit and I executed it getting the FA of Slapshot. Martin did it a couple goes right after me. These two blocs are some of the best I have climbed on in the Zillertal and I was fortunate to take advantage of the weather and do them. Now I have 1 week left before heading home. The Rain has returned back to Innsbruck or I should say snow now so chances of climbing in Z tal r scarce. Hmmm what now maybe Buegeleisen is on the horizon….

As of now I am sitting in my room trying to ignore this fever that kicked in last night. It has ranged from 38 to 39.9 C which is 102 and 104F. Basically life has been miserable and I am taking drugs to overcome this virus. On Friday I leave for the boulder jam in South Tirol so hopefully it evacuates by then. Other than that the sun hasnt come out in like 3 days, it is supposed to be shit weather all next week, and the areas are getting soaked, so hopes of sending the zillertal routes is looking slim. This is the bad thing about winter is the limitations it brings for being outside. All we can do now in the upcoming weeks is snowboard, walk around the old town or go to Tivoli. Switzerland should be getting prime so time to switch focus into bouldering. The other night we got bored from just chilling inside all day so the camera was whipped out and the photoshoot began. must say this camera is pretty badass and just shooting random things is fun. No telling what the next few days will bring besides getting over this plague and going inside… maybe some snowboarding/skiing put into the mix (its just too damn expensive to go everytime and build a rhythm, definately getting a board on the return to the U.S., shit is addicting).





