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| Looking for the steep bits of the first pitch of Moulins (Ph. X. Jehl) | Defying the danger from above on La Colere |
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1) Climb on the left side on steep ground toward a bolt belay (85º, 30 m). Then exit to the right staying close to the rocks in the gradually easing and narrowing gully (85º-75º, 40 m, last belay on a tree).
2) Stay on the rightmost edge of the fall climbing a vertical wall a t first (90º-85º). It is better to continue to a screw belay in a vague ice ledge rather than traversing to the bolt belay. It is rumoured that there might be a rock belay on the right. Climb another steep wall and continue then to the summit gully.
I guess that it says it all...
Climb an easy snow gully that slants to the right and leads to the second pitch. Climb it to a tree belay (lovely, up to 85º, 30 m). After having rappelled down from this pitch, an easy scramble up the snow gully (about 100 m), uncovers another nice ice wall (75º-80º max, 40 m, picture at right).
Christmas 1996 was not an easy time to find a decent climb. Most things in Italy were in good shape, but the slopes were so totally snowed out that just looking upwards was discharging big avalanches. It was upsetting, especially for Paul, that, having come all the way from Boston, wanted at least to have a look at some of the real Alpine icefalls. When we finally decided for la Grave we found out that the Lautaret pass was closed because of too much wind! if you can believe it. So we were able to begin our trip only on the last possible day, not twenty hours away from Paul's plane departure. I really wanted to make it to la Grave because I had the gut feeling that, considering the prevailing south-westerly weather, we might have found less snowy conditions on the northern edge of the Ecrins range. From Briançon we begun our pilgrimage to the Lautaret pass there on the amazing and snow-chainless Xavier-mobile (why it is amazing and chainless is a different story). My predictions seemed totally irrelevant and our hopes seemed to turn into shreds as we drove in a total white out, and we could only faintly distinguish five meters of the road ahead and the five meters walls of snow on the sides. Hmmm... matter for thought. On the other end the wind was really something mind dumbing, and so, we were hopefully speculating, this humongous wall of snow could be due to simple wind accumulation. Regardless we kept crawling down the pass, zig-zagging between hordes of skiers from Paris (as Xavier noted, not without some satisfaction, from the car plates) that were blocked on the sides of the nearly disappeared road and were slowly freezing to death, in their ridiculous and colourful skiers outfits, while fighting with the snow-chains and the cold.
There is no question in my mind that the Great Feat of the Day was arriving in la Grave with the car and in one piece. At his point it was really late, but, oh boy!, was it worthwhile. Our necks kept getting close to their rupture limit while twisting right and left and aaahing and ooohing every single icefalls. Obviously there were loads of people everywhere: we counted 24 cars parked around the Grand Clot tunnel. Guys were already rappelling from Caturgeas over the heads of the would be climbers. Brutal noises of vicious fighting 300 meters up there were heard echoing in the valley and were more than enough to keep us away. The Grand Clot icefall was the only fat line left by itself but just looking at the thin hanging icicle of pitch three explained it all. We went for La Promenade that looked thin from below but also totally deserted......
This is the end of the real icefall and most parties rap down from here. The climb continues for over 300 m along the snow gully which is interrupted by several short ice bulges, more or less conspicuous depending on the amount of snow. The gully dies on delicate slopes (watch out for possible wind slab, delicate terrain, keep in mind the 700 m vertical distance from the valley floor!) which lead to the plateau d'En Paris.
On the other end if you were brave enough and the conditions were good, now you might well be at the top of the plateau d'En Paris. Descend to the right (East) staying far away from the cliff toward the ski slopes and the village of Chazelet (at least 1.30 hr, even more with lots of snow). Aim to a bridge that is to the left of the village. At night (likely!) or in the fog, compass, altimeter and a map would be essential assets. From the village either follow the road back to La Grave (easy but long, consider over 1 hr) or, if the snow conditions allow, follow the summer trail that descend down (steep) to the tiny chapel of Notre Dame de Bon Repos and to Les Fréaux.
From a technical point of view the climb is rather easy, but it is pretty long and there can be danger from above, both because of ice detached by other climbers and because of more natural, but not less dangerous, agents, like wind slabs.
Understandably, give the beauty and the non existent approach, this icefall sees lots of climbers. Start early before of the big wave. Or, if you feel apt to, start really late and carry head lamps with you. This is what I did with Maurizio and Alfredo. We did most of the abseils at night and it was a solitary, fantastic world that we had all for ourselves. I still remember, as in a dream, the constellations of tiny stars sparkling from the crampons against the rocks while rappelling down the Martinez gully.
And now the real fun begins and the climb turns into a grade 6 endeavour. The snow gully leads to the mesmerising icicle. This can be climbed in two or three pitches, by using two intermediate belay on the right, and on the left (90º and more, extremely sustained, 50 m). The icicle can be avoided either by a allegedly easier (but still difficult) narrow gully about 40 m to the left, or by a traverse to the right to the final ice pitch of Caturgeas. The following snow gully, interrupted by one major ice step, continues to the summit of the plateau d'En Paris.
That foggy morning we had a long drive to la Grave, and so, by the time we arrived, there was already a large party of screaming climbers on the first pitch. Thankfully it was such a wide ice field that we found a little corner on its right border where we could climb in relative peace. Higher up, the fall narrowed down and so I got in closer proximity with the other guys that I thought were Spanish. This deduction proved to be somewhat dangerous and superficial: "We are Basque, not Spanish!" they explained to me in very direct terms, clearly implying that a further mistake of confusing them with Spanish climbers would have not been easily forgiven. Given the presence of such a large group of ice-axes-bearing persons I quickly took the point and amended my mistake.
Higher up the icefall was for Alberto and I only, and we had some good time climbing over the two harder pitches: the first one which was quickly overcame by a cunning oblique ascent, and the second one that required a direct attack at the two tiered icicles.
As I emerged at the top of the second pitch I bumped into two Dutch climbers that were on their way down. Their pupils were slightly dilated and they seemed to be deeply disturbed by something they just saw. I asked them what was wrong and they simply prompted me to look up there. As the huge icicle became finally visible, my jaw dropped and that is how Alberto found me a little later. His jaw dropped too.
We climbed the easy snow gully to the base of the icicle and we stared for a long, long time. At first the ice pillar seemed vertical and extreme. After a while it seemed even harder. If we were real men we would have traversed to the left to check out the alternative gully at least, but, since we were not in full control of our bodily functions anymore we began to abseil, instead. On the way down we discovered that the Dutch guys were so confused by the monstrous apparition up there, that they forgot a brand-new Charlet-Moser ice-axe at a belay. When we returned the axe to them down below, they were still confused enough not to realise that a tool was missing from their rack (the picture, kindly lent by Tuan Luong, shows the upper part of the Moulins icicle as seen from Caturgeas).
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