What more can be said about California’s Sierra range? The place has it all. From damn near perfect weather and solid granite to pristine wilderness and amazing light shows every morning and evening.
In July Josh Finkelstein and I departed Colorado’s frontrange with the High Sierra set firmly in our sights. Ahead of us lay 2 months worth of clean white granite, crystal clear mountain water and more crack than a South Compton ghetto.
Whats better than the perfect pitches of Blues Riff? Blues Riff done in one perfect pitch.
A great view of the OZ/Hobbit Book link-up.
From Yosemite, we headed north past the town of Bridgeport and into The Hoover Wilderness. Tucked deep within this pristine area of the Sierra lies an objective worthy of any domestic Alpinista’s tick list – The Incredible Hulk.
The Incredible Hulk and stars from camp.
Saluting the Hulk from camp.
The Hulk is absolutely STACKED with prime lines up nearly perfect white granite. If you go, arm yourself with as many topos as possible.
Overlay of 5 classics on the Hulk. Click the image for large version.
Mike Pennings, Jimmy Haden and Josh Finkelstein wait out an afternoon thunderstorm.
Camp below The Hulk at night.
From the Hulk we headed south to The Needles. This area had lingered in my mind since the first time I saw a picture of it, yet somehow it took 12 years just to make it there. The wait was well worth it. The Needles are everything you’ve ever wanted granite trad climbing to be. Only way better.
The great east face of the Sorcerer.
German team starting up the second pitch of Atlantis.