Ω A team of young thrusters hit the Hawkes Bay’s finest bouldering location, Blowhard Bush, on the weekend.  Rumours of a rampage are filtering through.  Crippled field correspondent, Peter ‘I’m so rad it hurts you to think about me snapping my leg in half, doesn’t it’ Allison reports via SMS:

“Caught up with lukemia, bob and conan - they were dynamic, really inspired me to grow a bunch of bone and get straight back out there”

8a.nu is also abuzz with tales of climbing hysteria in the Hawkes Bay:

“What are the future climbing trends at Blowhard Bush. How will the Hawkes Bay climbing scene look like in 2020? Here are some speuculations?
1. Ivan will be twice as big
2. All major cities in the Hawkes Bay will serve western food
3. Climbing gatherings/competitions at Blowhard Bush
4. Hawkes Bay will host the special Olympics
5. More loop tracks and short bush walks
6. Lower boulders with carjacks and shovels
7. 50% of indoor climbers are called Bob
8. 8a will provide online topos for all 5 climbs in the Hawkes Bay”

So things are getting interesting. Stayed tuned, we will update this report as more details come to hand. Ω

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Here’s a little montage of Pete for you. Thanks (I think) to Bevan for the raw footage and Derek for the photo.

Ω Remember, if you’re thinking of following in Pete’s footsteps or you just wanna do a spot of bouldering, that you must get permission to access Flock Hill.  Download the access form here and send it to Mark Ω

EvacuationΩ Those who have been following Peter Allison’s quest to climb Trifecta Middle will be saddened to hear about what Pete describes as “the best and worst bouldering day of my life”. After driving all night on Friday from Wanaka to Christchurch (again), and then waiting for a break in the weather all weekend, Pete got his chance to send last night. For the first time, Pete made it through the crux pull to the lip. Then, in his words (via text this morning at 6.21am):

[I] matched, cut, put L foot on, came in R hand, L hand again to jug, wet, ping, snapped R tibia and fibula in half, waited 3 hours in PAIN for chopper. No tri mid til 2010.

Pete went under the knife this morning, and should (by now) be sporting some new metal body parts. Bad luck fella, get well soon! Ω

Automorphism V9Ω Big crowds at Flock Hill on Sunday. There must have been at least 20 climbers there, some with very bright clothing and one chap with a particular comedic balaclava (resplendent with a knitted Baron Munchausen moustache). It’s good to see the “one of the world’s third best bouldering areas” (to quote Mark Watson from Southern Faces) getting so much love.

As congregations of humans are want to do, the masses quickly broke into clusters of smaller masses. Team A (not be confused with the A Team), comprising Kester ‘Oh, you’ve got a boyfriend?’ Brown, Rach The Muss, Matt The Muss’s Musses, Brian Older and 2008 Powerband Award winner, Roland Foster, cast off in search of rocks. We’ll pick up their story a bit later.

Team B, comprising Peter Allison, camped out under Trifecta Middle. His story is short: tried Trifecta Middle (repeatedly), came agonisingly close (repeatedly), fell from the very top (repeatedly), smashed back on rock due to total failure of spotter to actually make contact with him (repeatedly), lay on the ground in agony (repeatedly). Next weekend, Pete will overcome his demons and send this badly named problem packing. Either way, that’s enough!

Team C, comprising Dan ‘Buff’ Mackay, Jason ‘No Contact’ Whittaker and a friend of theirs, went in search of fame and glory. Big Buff nabbed a repeat of Automorphism V8. Not sure what the others got up to.

Team D, comprising the Powerband massive (ex Kopp), international Rampage star, Derek Thatcher, and the Kids went in search of first ascents. To warm up for this important work, the dynamic Powerband duo repeated the powerful and quite excellent Trifecta Left V8 (which is left of Trifecta Middle, which is left of Trifecta Right). Tom cruised it, I thrashed. I got my own back on the not-powerful but still excellent Julian’s Arete V6, with Tom finding the small holds and uber-technical sequence not to his liking. Then the FA-fest started in earnest.

First to fall was an excellent friction problem on the Green Room boulder. Having warmed up on The Green Room V8, Zac and James got a head start and were making good progress when the star of Rampage emerged, like a cruising shark, from around the corner of the boulder. With blood in the water, sequence exploration became frenzied, with dust, chalk and climbers flying in all directions. Eventually (and inevitably) the shark struck, via an archetypal ‘Yes-I-locked-that-non-hold-to-my-ankle’ sequence to produce The Green Hornet V9. James quickly nabbed the second ascent, via some impressive contact-strength. And I brought up the rear (as it were), with something approximating a total shambles.

Next on the list was a curiosity that the star of Rampage has cleaned earlier in the day. It had two possible starts, one a ‘pull on’ problem similar to Ideal V8 at Spittle Hill, the other an extended 3D start involving an upside down knee bar and some almost unbelievable gyrobatics (you heard it here first!) on miniscule crimpers. The ‘pull on’ was quickly disposed of by the star of Rampage, Zac and me, at around V6. Zac also came close to sending the extended version but after kneeing Derek in the ribs while “trying” to spot him, he duly retired (for fear of retribution?) and Derek executed yet another gymnastic routine of power, precision and creativity. Possible names for this problem include: Not Ideal, Less Than Ideal, Hardly Ideal and Ideal-ology. Please vote for your favourite, or suggest others in the ‘Comments’ box neatly provided below.

We’ll leave Team D there for now and return (as appropriate) below.

Team E, comprising the man with the comedy hat and his young friends, seemed to be having a good time. At one point, there was a lot of shouting and excitement, leading to speculation about sending. However, nothing was confirmed. It may have related to the hat.

Back to Team A, psyche levels were moderate to middling, and not a great deal was achieved. Ghola V8, She-Male V8 and others were attempted, but (I gather) nothing sent. Notwithstanding that, everyone seemed to have a good time; except Kester who mysteriously rolled his ankle (badly) while attending to a call of nature and had to crawl like Joe Simpson all the way back to the car. He starts work today on a book about that experience, its working title is ‘Touching the ‘roid’.

Finally back to Team D (losing track? I am). As the day wore on, the search for first ascents lost momentum, as some in the party got distracted by established problems (this is where I slip in the fact that I did Grooverider V7 and Commander Keen V8). Others drank too much coffee and lost the ability to stand still. Yet others wandered off to watch Pete take repeated back slams off Trifecta Middle. Finally, with the sun setting, each of the teams made the decision to call it a day. Ivan might say that those decisions had an immediate, palpable effect on the sun, which promptly dropped from the sky. I tend to think that the sun was always going to set, and there was nothing whatever to be done about it.

The end. Ω

Mr Olympia V10

Ω A while back, Big Bobby Keegan pulled a large jug off Mr Olympia, a soft-serve ‘enduro’ V10 of mine in the Bronx Cave.  I tried to stick it back on, but the caulilower I dealt with at Mitre 10 inadvertently sold me cottage cheese.  It didn’t stick very well and Bobby pulled it off again.

There was a silver lining in all of that - the missing block revealed a sloping rail, and with a bit of cunning, Bobby figured out a new sequence using the rail and some unlikely foot faggotry.  The new Mr Olympia was on, and it was going to be slightly harder than the old version.

Bobby kindly shared his sneaky beta with me.  It took a couple of sessions before I ‘understood’ what he was getting at but soon we were both gunning for the first re-ascent (wouldn’t that be something to write home about!).  I was looking better on the latter part of the problem, but Bobby had the started sewn up.   We both got close last weekend - it was simply a matter of time (usually I don’t have to worry about such things (ie. time) but my jedi mind trick doesn’t seem to penetrate through Bobby’s impressive mane of ginger hair).

Bobby declared that he’d be heading out on Tuesday to claim his prize - I promptly did a rain dance and he got 120mm of the stuff before lunchtime.  Come Thursday (today) the shoe was on the other foot, only Bobby’s rain dance didn’t work and I walked out to the Bronx this morning under a perfect sky.  After a quick warm up, I fumbled around on the start of the problem for a bit, just to make things interesting, then dispatched in reasonable style (there was a bit of grunting and more-than-usual slapping at the end).  As I pulled onto the exit slab, I thought of Bobby.  I thought: “Christ, by the time he’s my age, I’ll be in a home”.  Then I laughed.  Not sure why. Ω

Ω Thanks to those who voted in the (belated) 2008 Powerband Awards.  The winners, as voted by you, were:

2008 Boulder Problem of the Year: Captain Crush V10/11, Flock Hill (FA James Morris)

2008 Boulderer of the Year: Derek Thatcher

2008 Young Thruster of the Year: James Morris

2008 Climbing Personality Of The Year: Tom Hoyle

2008 Media Whore Of The Year: John Palmer

2008 Internet Rage Special Achievement Award: Francesca Eldridge

2008 Life Sentence Award: Roland Foster

In a few months, we’ll start taking nominations for this year’s awards.  Stay tuned. Ω

Zac (Bob) Keegan's bum.Ω Notwithstanding his ridiculous name, Chesley is a man who knows how to perform under pressure.  So, when a flock of deranged birds resolved to purée themselves inside the engines of Flight 1549, Chesley didn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly steered the powerless 42,400kg Airbus that he was piloting into the Hudson River; and he was home in time for tea.

David Kopp doesn’t have a ridiculous name per se. And notwithstanding weeks of running for his life around his neighbourhood, he still tips the scales at around 42,400kgs. But he knows how to perform under pressure (Lucy?) and he’s never ever late for tea (unless it’s his sister’s birthday).

What does that have to do with bouldering? Nothing, except that after a year or so in semi-retirement, the Koppulator announced his comeback to the world at Turakirae Head on Saturday with an against-the-odds-under-huge-pressure-to-do-it-before-JP-does-it first ascent of a V6 traverse on the Treestyle boulder. Three minor issues slightly detracted from that momentous occasion: (a) he dabbed (he called a ‘foot scrape’, I didn’t see it) and was then too boxed to repeat the problem sans dab; (b) although the rest of world wanted to be there, it/they was/were busy so it was left to me and Bob to cheerlead; and (c) he broke my nose. Seriously. With his elbow. It went crack and it really hurts today. Anyway, Dave’s going to call the problem The Chesley B. Sullenberger III Traverse.

In other news, Bob continues to flirt with the first re-ascent of Mr Olympia V10. Unfortunately, he hasn’t been to the Chesley B. Sullenberger III school of climbing something tricky really quickly before that old c#$* climbs it.  Don’t worry Bobby, when you finally do it, you can use this quote from Chesley:  “One way of looking at this might be that for 42 years, I’ve been making small, regular deposits in this bank of experience: education and training. And on [insert date] the balance was sufficient so that I could make a very large withdrawal.” Ω