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Sport Climbing Course 2

After an exhausting week, I was not at all looking forward to our climbing course on the weekend; I actually wanted to stay home and sleep. The weather forecast was not promising, but after Kay checked on Friday evening, we were told chances were 50/50, so we still had to prepare the climbing gear. Sigh.

The next day, Kay got up at 5:55am to call and check if the course was on before our 6:30am train to get to Solothurn on time for the 8am course. I was not a happy girl when Kay came back to bed to tell me the course was on and it was time to get up. I was a grumpy, grumpy, tired Katie. But we got ready, caught the train, and arrived at Bergsport Bordogna in Solothurn just in time.I was still not in the greatest mood as we drove to Farnern. It was 9C/48F and COLD. I did not bring enough clothes for it to be this cold. I was not really a happy camper as we started our first ascent. But, by the time we climbed all the way up and were taught in Schwiizerdütsch how to abseil down, the sun was shining some and it had warmed up to a brisk 13C/55F. It was at least warm enough that I could feel my fingers on the rock again.

And look at me there, abseiling down like a rock star. I was terrified to do it by myself the first time, but it was quite fun!

As this is considered “sport climbing” in English, where the route is set up beforehand with anchored bolts, Kay and I would climb up in turns using express quickdraws while belaying each other as the other person climbed.

It’s always a little confusing for me to explain it in English because I am learning the climbing terms directly in German and they are not words I am familiar with in English. Everything in the climbing world is new to me and because our courses are in German, I am actually more comfortable giving all the climbing commands and information to Kay in German.

We climbed two multi-pitch routes. Since I was feeling a bit more nervous, I usually had Kay do the lead climbing and I trailed behind picking up the quickdraws on the way up.

There was one route that was hard to make ground for the mid-point and I didn’t want to climb past him and keep going up, so we switched mid-route and I had him continue. I’m glad, because just after the grounding area was a very tricky part and I completely lost my footing and fell, which always scares the bejeezus out of me, but it was right by an express, so I didn’t have anywhere to fall and did not hurt anything more than my nails.

They say with climbing that in order to progress, you need to push yourself to your limit and that falling means you have pushed yourself to that limit and that you will learn from it. So while it is scary to slip, it means that I am trying hard to become better at climbing.

Below is Kay starting his descent and some of the group waiting at the bottom.

It was our first time using our new climbing shoes on real rock outside, so that was nice, but a little tight after awhile.

My mood improved a lot over the day and while I had some, “Oh shit, what am I doing here?!” moments on the rock, I was happy that I went and proud with what I accomplished.

We have our own shoes, belts, rope, and helmets; now all we need is our own express set, belaying device and break, some locking carabiners, and a belay station sling so we can start climbing any preexisting route, which we have plenty of in this country.

I still really recommend the climbing courses through Bergsport Bordogna because they are great value for a whole day of climbing. For beginners, you pay just 90CHF and the course is from 8am-5pm and includes all your gear. You would easily pay 300CHF for the same service in a climbing hall and would probably learn less.

For course level 2, we paid 110CHF and they provided all the gear we did not have ourselves yet. It’s not often you find an all day activity like this in Switzerland for so cheap!

This is the rock formation we climbed up to from the parking area.

It’s always insanely beautiful in the countryside. There’s also something really calming about being in the wilderness with only the sound of the cowbells jingling in the background.

So now Kay is buying the rest of these items for us so we can go climbing outdoors. Our only problem is transportation, as most of these routes are very faraway from public transportation and we just have Kay’s motorbike. We are looking into buying a pacsafe bag so that we could lock up the bike gear to the bike and avoid schlepping it up the mountain with us.

Braunwald 2013

On our second weekend in the new flat, we headed back to Braunwald again to try out my birthday present – climbing gear – and went to do some via ferrata climbing.

Below is the start of the short hike from the Braunwald station up to the start of the via ferrata.

I was having some trouble at the start… my newish climbing sticks were having trouble staying open and my point and shoot wasn’t taking pictures on my SD card, so I ended up using the iphone, which was a bit of a pain while climbing.

And while we started without a cloud in the sky, I joked to Kay that when we got to the top we’d be covered in fog/clouds. Well lookie here!

*Shakes fist at mountain* Why?? Every time! Sigh.

At least these clouds were coming and going, but you could see as the day warmed up that air was pressing up from the valley and wrapping around the mountains.

It actually made for nice climbing though. When the sun was out it got a bit too hot, but when a cloud would encompass you, you would be covered in a nice cool mist. It was very refreshing!

Mind you, I was only taking pictures with the iPhone during the non-scary, stable-footing areas. So if you think any of these are scary, imagine what I was doing when I was too nervous to take the phone out for fear of dropping it!

It was actually right before this shot below when we started the red-line (intermediate) trail that there was a part Kay said was a bit “tricky”. Well, apparently tricky to Swiss = freaky to non-Swiss. It was just a little overhang wraparound that had some “tricky” footing and nothing really below it besides a huge drop, so I had some panic moments as I struggled to overcome my fear and find the footing around it.

Of course with via ferrata, you are hooked in the whole time with your two clips, but still… I didn’t necessarily want to fall 10m and hang by some rope and wire with no real footing to recover. That would have freaked me the eff out.

Actually we took a look at the start of the black trail (expert) and I decided that it would be too difficult for me that day, but on the descent we started hearing screams from the black trail. It sounded like a woman screaming for her life, but Kay thought it was a little boy who was climbing with an older man we saw.

Still, it is very disconcerting to hear shrieking echoing around the mountains! It really sounded like whoever it was, they were having a hysterical breakdown.

“Are you OK?” asked my sweet husband intermittently. Usually he asked during times when I was in fact pretty scared and trying to keep going.

Or maybe I was just taking a picture break. 🙂

Those white patches in the back are actually snow. Normally I think the snow is all gone at this level, but we had a really terrible spring and late start to summer, so there was still a fair amount of snow around the top, but not on the trails.

By the way, can you tell that I totally picked out the same helmet as Kay? Matchy matchy. He hates it. 🙂

Panorama view at the top of the red trail, where we decided to have lunch in a nice grassy area.

The way down was fairly steep and there was not so much to grab on to… we actually had to hold onto the wire a fair amount which made Kay nervous. At the very end there was something like a a 30m/100ft ladder to climb down, also suspended over basically nothing, where at the end you would climb to the left and further down. Descending that was also pretty freaky, although less so than the other area because at least on a ladder I know where to put my feet!

Then we hiked back to the cable lift and rode down with these beautiful views.

I love the mountains! Why don’t we visit them more often?

There was also a magical waterfall on the way down. I could almost get used to living up here if it wasn’t so far away from reality.

For now I think we’ve agreed that we should try out some more red lines before I attempt a black line. I’m sure Kay would be fine, but the look of the start of the trail made me nervous. Another day!

Rock Climbing in Switzerland

On Saturday we got a call that we were bumped from the wait list and we could join an introductory rock climbing course offered by Bergsport Bordogna at a natural (outdoor) climbing wall near Solothurn, Switzerland.

Kay has been asking about a climbing course for ages, so I agreed to go and see if climbing was something for me or not. We got up at 6am on Sunday and headed on a train towards Solothurn. At 8am we arrived at Bergsport Bordogna where we met our climbing group to get fitted for harnesses and shoes.

This is when I realized the entire course would be in Schwiizerdütsch. Ahh.

This is the “easy” flatter wall where we learned how to climb in our rubbery shoes, how to tie figure eight knots and clove hitches, and how to belay partners with a top rope setup. Our instructor looked kind of like an old grizzled Daniel Craig with hairier arms and blonder hair, but obviously someone you would trust with your life.

I was feeling pretty good with our progress on the easy wall. Around 12pm we had lunch and then Herr Craig informed us we’d be doing a “real” climb on the much taller, much steeper, much scarier wall around the corner. I admit, I was a little nervous when we passed the bend and I looked up and saw people climbing very far up from us… Gulp.

I chose to start the climb so that in theory I would do less climbing all at once, but if you think about it… both Kay and I would have to climb the whole wall. (Well, duh!) I climbed up and secured myself into a standing point and then belayed Kay up. Kay climbed past me to the next station. I apologize if this sounds weird in English, but since it was all in Swiss German I wasn’t really told what the English terms are for climbing. When we make it to a station we were told to yell “Stand!” (shtand!) and then yell things like “Seile ab!” or “Bin versichert!”

I had no trouble getting up to Kay, but when we did our next routine upwards, it was again my turn to climb and that’s where I started getting nervous. The rock smoothed out quite a bit and there wasn’t much to hold on to with your hands or grip with your feet. In essence, I felt like I was climbing on a flat wall straight up, even if we had a pretty low grade angle. (Maybe a 3 on a scale of 10… I obviously don’t know much about rock climbing and I didn’t have the info for the area we were climbing in…)

Anyway, I kept going and I was getting more and more nervous, with my anxiety feeding on itself. I slipped a little on my way up to Kay and fell off the wall for a moment, grabbing on to the rope that Kay was belaying. I gained my footing again and tried to shake off the jitters, but I looked up and Kay was facing another climber and chatting at the belay station. Urp. (He did realize I slipped and held the rope tighter… so he was paying attention!)

I made it to Kay with a bit of ledge to stand on… but I had to keep going on upward. I didn’t even realize I climbed past the next belay point until Herr Craig yelled at me. I was too busy concentrating on getting to the top! But that made it even worse, I had to climb down the smooth, terrifying rock.

Herr Craig climbed up to me (with no safety rope or anything… he was like a monkey or an ibex) and gave me some tips which helped. Kay reached me and climbed on, we did our ladder routine once more and  before I knew it I had reached the top. Kay had no idea how freaked out I got during the climb, and part of me felt like “Great, I climbed all the way up here… now how the hell am I going to get down?” If it were climbing… I think I’d be stuck up there still.

Thankfully the instructors arranged some abseiling so we could all descend relatively quickly in a few trips to different points down the rock.

My fingers were pretty sore and kind of swollen the next day, but I felt tired in a nice way on Sunday evening. Kay and I both slept really well that night. If Kay is around, we may even try course number 2, if I can stand it. I’m still not sure climbing is for me, but I’m willing to give it a try.

Nothing says you trust your spouse like letting them belay so you don’t fall to your death descending. Trust in Kay, trust in Kay.

Have you ever gone rock climbing or would you ever consider trying it out?