Here’s a couple photos from our day at Big Whiskey Peak in Oklahoma over the holidays. I’m not sure where the name comes from, it is not “big,” although we did bring whiskey. Being the bold first ascentionist that I am I went ground up a sick looking corner.* Photos by Steven Charles.
*I have never done a first ascent, am a big baby (to be chronicled in my next post), and the corner probably hadn’t been done because it looked pretty lame. Whatever, I got my name in the new guidebook! Magazine cover shots coming soon I know…
Bronco on Comes a Horseman, 5.11c. Note the barely visible ice flow coming out of the bottom of the finger crack to his right.
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Sketching on the FA on a wet, icy corner: Verglastastic 5.8R. Clearly the gem of the Wichitas.
This last Saturday I drove down to the Wichita’s to meet up with a cadre of midwesterners who had retreated to them thar hills for the weekend. After wandering around the refuge for a few hours in vain, I finally caught up with them down in the boulderfield. Apparently Jeremy Collins had found this roof crack a while back, and was psyched to work it. I told him I’d give it a few goes, and here is the awkwardness that ensued (note the “futuristic” start and “inventive” belay technique):