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So our last climbing day in Hueco this season is over, and what a last day it was. One chapter of this road trip has ended and another is about to begin. Tomorrow we start the drive to Horseshoe Canyon Ranch to climb there and the surrounding areas for a couple of weeks, and then on to Utah.
It has been a very satisfying trip to Hueco this year, which was my third year in a row. It was almost as satisfying as the dinner I just ate. It included Basmati rice, mixed veggies, spicy curried potatoes and carrots, a whole avocado, and of course some flour tortillas from the Vista Mercado to wrap it all together.
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At first I thought this trip was going to be a complete bust. I came back from Baltimore after the ABS Nationals with a heinous virus that quickly turned into many different sicknesses all combined into one, and on the morning I flew to El Paso (my flight left at 6 a.m.) I felt deathly ill. For the first week out of the three weeks of my stay in Hueco I was pretty much bed ridden, or shall I say campsite ridden. But eventually I got better, passed on the sickness to others and fell into the groove of Hueco bouldering. I tried to climb a few times that first week, but my body just didn’t work properly. I did however get scared nearly to death by John Wallace’s rubber rattlesnake. Imagine how badly you could scare someone chasing them with a real rattlesnake, its jaws gaping open. That’s how badly I was scared for about five seconds, before I realized what a chump I was. Everyone had a god laugh about it afterwards, so all is well that ends well, I guess.
My friends from San Fran that I’m traveling with (Mark and Vin) brought two bikes down just for the two of them, but fortunately one has a rack sort-of thing covering the back tire that one person can sit on, while the other person pedals and steers. It looks goofy as hell but it sure beats starting the car up to drive a mile every day and it definitely beats walking, which is what we have been doing since one of the bikes got an unfixable flat. Another thing that I have managed to get away with the entire three weeks I have been here, mainly because of marks Texas Parks Pass and not going on any commercial tours is, not having to pay a single penny to climb in this place. Hells yeah. I have spent $72 dollars on camping, though.
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Staying in Hueco for a prolonged amount of time really makes you sick of all the red tape, and all ridiculous rituals and rules you have to abide by. It gets really frustrating, wanting to go climb on a boulder you have been to five times before, in a place you know better than many of the guides that guide your tours, but you can't break the rules and step foot into this desert oasis full of perfect bouldering. But maybe it makes the experience of being in such a special place that much sweeter. Maybe it makes you think twice about stepping in a dried out Hueco or on some dirt that is completely without footprints. The restrictions are probably a good thing, in the long run.
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I made a long list of climbs I wanted to do in Hueco before I came down, which consisted almost entirely of climbs that were put up last year or the year before. There were a few I didn’t do or didn’t get a chance to get on, but I basically did the ones I was most psyched to do like Full Throttle and Indisposable Heroes, which I did today, among other things. I’m definitely glad I brought a copy of Dosage 4 with the dose of Hueco, because after getting on a few climbs for the first time, I could come back to the campsite at the end of the day, whip open the laptop, and compare my beta to that in the video.
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I guess my best day here was the day before yesterday when I did Full Throttle and Crown of Aragorn in the same day, and maybe our adventure to West Mountain today would be a close second, but it's pretty hard to compare days when they're all pretty special in their own way. For those of you who have never been here, it's total choss! Well, there are a lot of sun-baked slabs that are really chossy, and some of the top-outs are a bit sketchy, but for the most part, its one of the best bouldering areas in the world. Beautiful, streaked faces, bulletproof roofs, caves and corridors and gullies with thousands of boulder problems literally stacked on top of each other, with every type of movement, every difficulty and every level of danger. And the holds seem as if they are sculpted to grab. The hardest part some times can be getting into the park, but once you're in there, it makes the wait and all the pain in your ass worth it. And because it's such a pain sometimes people mostly stick to what's convenient, which is North Mountain, not to say that’s not a fantastic place to climb, but it leaves super classic climbs like the one I visited today, Best of the Best, which is just a short hike up West Mountain, untouched for months. You can get lost and feel totally detached in this small, 800-acre place, especially when you turn the walkie-talkie off.
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One thing I did miss this year was not getting to eat at El Rancho Escondido, my favorite El Paso Mexican restaurant (its about as good as the worst one in the mission, but they have the bomb margaritas, oops, not supposed to say that for another three months) because they were closed for remodeling or something lame like that. Jen, a friend from Salt Lake, even got my hopes up and said she saw that they put a sign saying that they were now "Open,” so we made a special trip into town for El Rancho, but when we got there we realized it was the same sign that had been there the previous 15 times we had driven past it. Damn.
I don’t think I’ve fantasized about a climbing area more than Arkansas, so I’m pretty psyched to be headed there next. I’m trying to convince the guys to drive all the way there in one push, the whole 13 or however many hours it takes to get there so we can get to the climbing ASAP, but they're not quite as psyched as I am. One thing is for certain: we will definitely have to go through the Vista Mercado and Buddy’s Beer Barn on the way out of town tomorrow. Buddy’s is just for the experience of course.
— Ethan Pringle