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The Next Best Thing

The Next Best Thing

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Connor Holdsworth
October 2017 | Read
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I’m stood next to Adam on a 45-degree moss-covered slab on a little ledge in a sea of granite in Arctic Norway.  I’m tied to Mark, who is leading off into the darkness and is now just a little blob of light in the distance. 

“Are we having an epic yet?” asks Adam.   

“Nah, it’s not even raining” I say, as I look up and see Mark placing yet another micro wire as a runner.

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The day had begun at 7am with an early ferry from a little port called Rhinefjord, followed by a walk to our campsite and a further walk to the base of the route called The Next Best Thing.  Graded Norwegian 6+ it could be anything from E1 (manageable) to E4 (absolutely red lining).  We had climbed quite a few at this grade and some harder as a team, and we all felt ready for a big adventure.  

Helvetestinden - The Next Best Thing

We arrived, set up the tent, racked up and made lunch.  While this was all going on I was having a nosy in the guidebook, and it left quite a lot to the imagination.  There were no pitch-by-pitch descriptions, there were four lines of route description and a photo with a red dotted line on it.  There was nothing about the approach, which should be simple enough, however the descent looked to be a different beast.  The route is 300m long on the right end of a huge face above the sea.  It tops out on a pillar of rock, the perfect top, and from there it looked like an easy scramble up some slabs to the top.  This my friends is what is called a “sandbag”. 

Since arriving on our grand Lofoten tour, we realised that none of us could “jam”, a method of climbing involving torqing hands and feet in cracks because nothing else is available to hold onto.  We had quickly tried to fix this by getting stuck into some crack routes, and the problem had been remedied (kind of).  We (myself mainly) still felt pretty green jamming our way up the granite.  The first few pitches were easy enough and the face’s concave angle meant the bottom of the face was less steep - probably about HVS or E1 by British standards, or 5+ at your local wall.  Around about the third or fourth rope length, Adam set off on a slightly steeper looking corner.  The route was definitely steepening up and the rope fed through my belay device slowly.  I pondered how hard this pitch might be.  I was cold so I pulled up my hood and tucked my nose down into my jacket.  Arctic Norway rock climbing - whose idea was this?  “Half way!” I shouted.

Whose idea was this?

I went back to bantering Mark who was hanging next to me off the belay while keeping an eye on the rope pile at our feet.  He looked colder than I did which made me in turn feel warmer.  We started cracking jokes at Adam, shouting up asking him if he “needed a knife and fork up there?” or “is that a table cloth on the back of your harness?” 

Normally I would expect an insult in return from Adam’s incredibly potty mouth, but all we got was a loud grunt from him.  We both shut up at the belay.  I’m not sure what Mark was thinking inside his jacket - probably something about cheese wraps or biscuits but I was certainly thinking “balls, this looks hard”.  

Another glance at the diminishing rope pile. “Fifteen metres!” I shouted.  More grunts.  “Ten metres!”  Adam had now been climbing for 50 meters and was coming close to the end of the ropes.  “Five metres!”  I looked at Mark.  It was a tense moment.  Adam was flying by the seat of his pants as he pulled out of sight round the corner. “Safe!” wafted down from the top of the pitch, and I felt myself breathing out.

Adam was flying by the seat of his pants.

It was still bloody freezing as we began climbing and so I kept the belay jacket on.  The layback corner just kept on going but the crack got thinner and thinner - so small that I could just fit the tips of my finger into the sharp crack.  Then it got steep and then steeper, and the smears for my feet were definitely getting worse.  Looking up, all I could see was chalked hand prints flat on the wall.  Did he levitate up here?!  I eventually arrived at the belay after pulling on some gear with sore fingers, breathing hard and sweating like a pig, wishing I’d been bold enough to take my jacket off at the start of the pitch. “That was too much” and “I was peaking” came out of Adams mouth. 

The layback corner just kept on going.

We climbed another five long hard pitches to reach the top of the pinnacle at dusk.  It was still light enough to realise that the “easy scramble up slabs” was bullshit. Time to put the head torch on and eat something.  The tent was very far away and not getting any closer. The last of the food and water gone.  Mossy, greasy slabs here we come. 

Darkness properly arrived along with some cloud as we found ourselves standing on an island of moss debating whether we are having an epic or an adventure.  After deciding it was not yet an epic and still firmly an adventure, we climbed a total of 300m of mossy slabs in the dark to reach to top of Helvetestinden - the peak of the route.  A long scramble down the ridge and a very wet walk back to the tent.  

Mossy, greasy slabs here we come.

We had climbed about 650 metres at about E4 6a and got back to the tent at about 1 am. Not one of the pitches on the actual route was easier than E1.  It was at the tip of what we could climb and the hardest route of the trip; bold, technical and uncompromising.  Two swigs of victory whisky then bed time for the conquering heroes. 

During our three week stay in Lofoten we climbed more routes than I can remember, drank two bottles of whisky, had six of the most expensive pints of beer of my life, and had more Tex-Mex sausage pasta than I ever want to see again. 

Thanks to Jöttnar for their continued support in the form of warmth and dryness, and to Three Wise Monkeys climbing wall in Fort William, who massively helped us out with last minute purchases and a place to get strong for the trip.

Thank you to Connor Holdsworth for the words and to Adam Mackintosh for the images.  Connor is based in Fort William and runs Atlas Mountaineering.

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