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<center><font size=-1>Cambridge Underground 1985 pp 10-12</font>
<h2>An ascent of the Trisselwand</h2>
<p>by Andy Waddington</center>
<p>The Trisselwand is an imposing two thousand foot limestone face, which
dominates the view across Altausseer See, next to which Cambridge caving
expeditions have camped for several years. The sight of this apparently sheer
face over the lake has been a challenge for some time - a challenge which
Wiggy and myself finally took up during this year's expedition. The weather
was generally poor, restricting caving activities, but allowing a reccy to
the bottom of the crag during a break in the rain. The guidebook gives our
chosen route a III+ grade (around Hard V. Diff.), but describes 500m of
climbing in one short paragraph in German, so route finding looked like being
the major problem. The advance inspection showed the crag to be more complex,
but less vertical, than first thought, and we decided on an early start on
the first clear day.
<p>A few days later the sun came out, and our 'early' start got us on the
rock at 11am. The first couple of pitches were easy scrambling, though poorly
protected, and we set out confident that the guidebook time of four hours was
reasonable. More easy climbing ( but no more runners ) led to a big ledge
which took us into the 'Hauptschlucht' or main gully. From a distance this
had looked like a steep corner, but once inside, it proved to be a fine
clean-washed gully with - sheer luxury - both shady stances and reliable
belays. Wiggy led a pitch of excellent bridging to a belay below a huge
chockstone - a welcome relief from the now blistering heat. We had managed to
pick the hottest day of the entire trip to climb the dazzling white,
South-facing rock. The next pitch went out onto the face to the right,
becoming suddenly very exposed, and having avoided the direct line with a
fixed peg, I became a trifle concerned with the large quantity of unattached
rope dragging behind me. I reached for a piton. Since we had forgotten the
peg-hammer ( too heavy anyway ), I pulled off a convenient handhold with
which to bash in a peg. Any peg. Any crack. Please ! After what seemed an
age, one very tinny and insecure piton boosted my confidence enough to step
up on small, vaguely portable-looking holds to a better traverse line above.
Another peg went in, ostensibly to protect Wiggy as he climbed up to the
traverse, but quite good for my confidence too. The next pitch was easy
angled - a good job in view of its general mobility, but much looser rock
would follow.
<p>The guidebook says to go left for three ropelengths over 'Pl&auml;ttige
Schrofen', at which stage my dictionary gave up. We assumed it was some sort
of ledge system, but hadn't quite appreciated the amount of loose rock that
can accumulate on a five hundred foot long ledge ! I led ten feet up rock,
and the rest of the ropelength on scree to a dubious boulder. No other belay
for at least a hundred feet, so the boulder it had to be. Wiggy arrived,
found somewhere safish for the sack, and led another ropelength across scree
to an even more imaginary belay.
<p>At this stage the guide says 'don't go too high !', but there was real
rock up there, so up we went. That this was an error became apparent when I
reached a steep headwall and had to reverse 140' down a runnerless slab to
Wiggy, who was attached to one of the more esoteric pieces of modern climbing
hardware - a Friend - in an even more esoteric 'crack'. Suffice it to say
that we wasted about two hours getting across the ensuing slabs. The fact
that it got cooler as the sun went behind the rock didn't ease the nagging
feeling that it was later than it should be at this stage.
<p>Somewhere on the traverse we must have joined the right route again - I
found some litter by a belay in a crack with the peculiar feature of a strong
outward draught. A bit tight for a dig perhaps, but intriguing nonetheless.
Off to our left the world seemed to end, while above was impossibly steep. We
knew that round the corner was a steep ramp that would lead us to the summit
ridge, but where to go to reach it ? Wiggy thought I should drop down to a
notch in the corner, but I could see that this led to thin air, so I tied
myself to a rock and directed him upwards. A steep crack provided Wiggy with
perhaps the hardest lead on the route, but also with more protection than we
had had thus far. At the top were two fixed pegs, and a downward view to
infinity, or perhaps a little beyond. I found Wiggy seated comfortably on the
stance, and grinning as he pointed out an obvious line out over the drop. To
gain the ramp required either a long traverse out to the left, or the ascent
of an equally exposed steep little wall. I found a runner placement below the
wall which made my mind up. Above the step was easier ground and more fixed
pegs.
<p>Route finding on the ramp was a lot easier than below, and fixed pegs made
the exposure less unnerving. On the other hand, the pretty pink tinge in the
sky suggested that speed would be an asset. Three pitches up the ramp led to
a steep looking little headwall, but at the top was the summit ridge. The
headwall proved easy, but the ridge was a shock - the wall must only be a few
feet thick ! With three thousand feet of space each side, we were glad that
the four rope lengths of summit ridge were only a scramble. The final step
across to the summit overhangs our route lower down, and makes an impressive
finale. We hurriedly signed the summit book as the last rays of sunlight left
the sky.
<p>Having taken almost nine hours to climb the route, on the hottest day of
the trip, with just two litres of orange juice between us, we now felt
suitably knackered. The evening was hot and close, and the steep walk down
from the summit soon turned into an epic, with one light failed, and the
other absorbed by the inky blackness of the forest lower down. Seldom has a
litre of grapefruit juice vanished so fast as when we reached the campsite -
and it didn't spoil our appetite for beer !
<p>Summary: -------- Phil Wigglesworth and Andy Waddington climbed
&quot;St&uuml;gerweg&quot;, a 500m grade III+ route on the Trisselwand, a
limestone face some 50 miles East of Salzburg in Austria. The route was
technically no more than Severe but exposed and lacking in protection, and
with loose rock in parts. The ascent took almost nine hours - more than twice
the guidebook time, but this was mainly due to routefinding problems. The
upper part of the route is very fine, with impressive situations. Especially
at night. God, it was hell up there.
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