Novermber 16, 2010
You're flying solo and need a belay. Anyone will do; you are that desperate. Then, when you have your new partner and find yourself at the cliff together, you realize maybe you should have been more selective. Instead of sending your projects, your belayer has you on the wall dancing like Elvis.
From time to time I'm reminded of the importance of a good Belay. I've thrown caution to the wind in the desperate hopes of getting on my project one more time, possibly for the 'send.' Then, I'm at the cliff sketched out of my mind as my belayer lights up a cigarette and chats on the phone underneath me. The smoldering stick hangs limp out of the corner of his lip as he mumbles something that sounds like 'you got this.' I bag the idea of even attempting my project that day. No need to be scared out of your mind that your belayer isn't paying attention. Better to wait until another day with a more attentive belayer.
Some might think this is a minor infraction, but I've had a variety of poor belay situations, not all of them specifically about the actual belay. I've come to suspect and even mistrust inattentiveness because of my past experiences. This rant is borne from such an experience where the very nature of the belay relationship made for a very trying climbing day. To help others think twice before embarking in unknown belayer territory, I've created some guidelines that could help weed out the sketch and seek out the best. The guidelines are also good for those wanting to be a 'good' belayer. These are all off the top of my head so if you feel compelled to contribute, drop me a line!
And now for a story about a great belay!
Regardless of all of the above pleasentries that make the climbing experience flow and enjoyable, the best belayers are those that inspire with their mad belay skills.
Climbing solo means at times meeting random people, which leads to jumping on climbs with people whom you've never climbed with before. I've already ranted on my really disappointing experience, but here's a gem of a story about a partner who blew me away.
It was at Left Flank on one of the sharp 11's warmup. I'd met a crew and was paired up with one of their guys, Zach. The warm ups are a great way to test your belay partner because you have high confidence in completing the route without falling and therefore, leaves you open to observing your partner's belay techinques. Zach had passed or at least not done anything to cause me alarm so I was happy to continue climbing with him.
On the 2nd warmup, I chose the furthest right route on the wall. It starts on the ramp to the left and traverses across the other 2 or 3 climbs before starting upwards. I stick clipped the first bolt and noted the ramp approach as being a bit sketch. I climbed the traverse completely the wrong way and, above the first bolt, I fumbled for good clipping holds. I settled on a sidepull for my left hand. I placed the draw with my right, then went for the rope. As I was reaching for the biner to clip the line, the sidepull lip snapped away under my fingers. It was an 'oh shit' moment where ground potential was imminent.
The moment the rock broke out from under my fingers, I dropped the rope that was in my right hand not quite in the biner. Zach had heard a crack and saw the rope drop. He must have been pulling in rope like mad when I came flying off the rock, my fingers no longer having a perch to hold them. I looked down at the ground, bracing for impact, when the rope caught and I found myself hovering several inchesabove the ground. It was an amazing catch and I have to thank Zach's attentiveness and quick reaction to the situation. That guy can catch me anytime! And that's what you call a great belay. Thanks, Zach!!