The Magic Carpet Ride
        
On 
          February 6, 1999, Conny Amelunxen and I completed the first ascent of 
          the 800m east face of The Mummer (Cerro Mascara) in the Bader Valley 
          of Torres del Paine in Chile. This major Patagonian prize had been attempted 
          at least three times previously, one of which was by Patagonian veteran, 
          Alan Kearney. This alpine mega-needle has seen little attention until 
          recently due to the fact that the Bader Valley had been overlooked for 
          many years. 
        We arrived in Chile on January 
          7 then, after sorting out permits and buying food in Puerto Natales, 
          left for Torres del Paine National Park to arrange horses to carry the 
          majority of our equipment to a drop off point forty-five minutes shy 
          of basecamp-- Campo Welsh. The next two weeks involved humping all of 
          our bigwall gear from the drop off point to basecamp and eventually 
          onto an advanced high camp at the edge of the glacier only an hour from 
          the face. Also during this time, we managed to fix the first four pitches 
          with the four static ropes that we had. Our plan was to climb the wall 
          capsule style which meant fixing a limited supply of four ropes then 
          commit to the route by hauling our lines up behind us and setting up 
          a portaledge camp to begin fixing our four ropes again. This process 
          is repeated until we are in a position to leave everything behind and 
          push for the summit. 
        
With 
          two weeks of hard work behind us and only one rest day, we moved onto 
          the face on January 27, armed with three haul bags full of the necessities 
          needed in order to live on a wall for two weeks. This included, among 
          other things, a double portaledge with expedition fly, hanging stove, 
          -15 Celsius sleeping bags with bivy sacs and ten days of food and water 
          that could be stretched, if need be, to fifteen. As far as actual climbing 
          equipment is concerned, we were racked to the teeth with three to four 
          sets of cams, many stoppers and micro nuts, over sixty pitons, copperheads, 
          hooks and two bolt kits along with our four static ropes for fixing 
          and three dynamic lead lines. The days set aside for hauling were grueling 
          affairs as the total weight was well over two hundred pounds, necessitating 
          double and triple hauls. 
        Unfortunately, the day after committing to the wall, Conny was nearing 
          the end of a long string of heads while leading the fifth pitch, when 
          he was stunned to notice that our tent down on the moraine, which contained 
          the rest of their money, passports and plane tickets, had blown away. 
          With no other option, we tied their ropes together and descended to 
          rescue our travel documents from the carnage of the shredded tent then 
          jugged back up the next morning for good. 
        
The 
          route involved primarily direct aid climbing with very little free climbing, 
          occurring only on the first pitch, one pitch in the middle and then 
          the last five pitches to the summit. The aid was difficult with many 
          long stretches of body weight placements (i.e. heads, beaks, hooks, 
          etc.) and bad fall potential producing an overall grade of modern A3+. 
          Due to the difficulty and our long pitches (never less 50m), we operated 
          on a pitch a day speed until we neared the top where more free climbing 
          opportunities presented themselves. The wall took fourteen days to climb 
          and descend; however, four of these were stuck in our portaledge as 
          continuous storms caused serious sluff avalanches and dangerous ice 
          bombardments. Spontaneous rock fall frequently occurred to our right 
          in the scooped face but our pillar was somewhat protected. It was the 
          wind that caused the most anxiety as it threaten to shred our portaledge 
          fly and cut our fix lines. The cold temperatures that we experienced 
          wreaked havoc on our bodies: our fingertips painfully cracked, our feet 
          received minor frostbite and trenchfoot (mainly just nerve damage) and 
          we were always wet and cold at night due to the constant decline of 
          our sleeping bags as they became more and more soaked from the endless 
          condensation and puddles in the portaledge.
        We had two different hanging portaledge camps - one at the top of pitch 
          five and one at the top of pitch nine - from where we would fix to the 
          next suitable site or in the end to a point from where we could blast 
          to the top. On February 6, after another sleepless night due to the 
          raging storms, we had a late start but managed to complete the last 
          steep, aid pitch from where we switched plastic boots for cold, tight 
          rock shoes and cruised the last five pitches to a point three meters 
          below the actual summit. These last moves we left unclimbed because 
          it involved a 70 degree slab carpeted in a layer of thick, black lichen 
          which was surprising as there was no vegetation on the entire route 
          until the summit ridge. Now that we were on the ridge, exposed to the 
          100 km/hour westerly winds blowing off of the ice cap, the final moves 
          seemed too sketchy so we called it good and began the rappels back to 
          our portaledge. That night yet another snow storm blew in keeping us 
          trapped in our hanging tent for two days before we could safely descend 
          the rest of the route to the ground.
        
We 
          named our 17-pitch first ascent "La Alfombra Magica/The Magic Carpet 
          ride" (VI 5.10 A3+) after one particularly scary episode on the 
          wall. One, especially, gusty night, the tie down under the portaledge 
          that secured the bottom of it from being blown around came undone causing 
          us to hover and bounce violently in the air for what seemed like an 
          eternity. Finally, when we came crashing back down onto the anchor, 
          our hearts began beating again in order for us to quickly reset the 
          tie-down. 
        Out of the 17 long pitches, only one was particularly loose with rest 
          ascending beautiful straight in cracks and perfect corners on solid 
          granite. We rapped our route off bomber anchors, mainly two bolt (3/8") 
          stations then piton/nut anchors higher on the mountain. This was only 
          the third new route on the entire mountain after Dave Cheesemond's/ 
          Phil Dawson's first ascent in 1976 and John Merriam's/Jonathon Copp's 
          one day ascent establishing "Duncan's Diehral" last year, 
          leaving acres of unclimbed granite on The Mummer as well as the other 
          equally impressive formations of this rarely explored valley.
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