I smoothly past pitch 2, the 7b runout on a slab. The crux pitch, pitch 5 graded 8b / 8a+, depending to who you talk to, was more complex than hoped. A 45min ropesolo fight brought me halfway up the infamous roof at the end of the pitch and ended in a big fall. Defeated, the ambitious objective to onsight LRS wouldn’t be possible anymore.
My second try I passed the roof, a was doing it, I was sending! Or not…? The end of my rope dangling off me got stuck in a crack 20m below. This stopped the rope from feeding through the PINCH, it pulled me down and I had to drop. Defeated again, this time by the LRS system!
I returned to the base of pitch 5. It was hot, on the valley floor in Courmayeur car tires where melting on the burning asphalt, it was 36 degrees Celsius. My climbing shoes were melting at around 3500 m altitude on this hot granite south face. I was exhausted from the sun, my eyes where burning. On top of that, I was already running out of chalk! Yeah, you’re allowed to laugh, but I’m a chalk addict and to climb hard and confident, I need my powder. I climbed awkwardly those two tries, I’m not made to climb in the sun! But who would have thought it would get that hot at 3500m altitude? I took a nap, hanging in my harness leaning with my head on the haulback. I woke up and the pitch was in the shade, it was almost 3 pm and it looked unlikely I could still go to the top today. I prepped the LRS set up and took off again, with all the draws in place but Totem cams on my harness. This time it went smooth, I felt the energy of the shade! Fluidly I popped over the roof and send the crux pitch! The day wasn’t over, I still had a big struggle in pitch 6 and 7, which I both had to redpoint. Onsight climbing on this granite was harder than expected. My selfie interviews became less and less positive and I used my Insta360 as a partner I could complain to. At 7pm my haubag and I arrived on the ledge. I immediately realized I made a great decision to bring my sleeping stuff, this is the solo adventure I was psyched on! I spend an amazing night cuddling up with myself, filled with excitement resulting in insomnia. I looked at the stars and enjoyed my first lonely night on a wall.
The next morning, I felt better, not great of course. It was still a fact I got my ass kicked in almost every pitch the day before. I had really thought I had a better chance of onsighting almost every pitch.
After having done some posing for the drone, selfinterviews and communicating with Bernardo and Julien, the second climbing day could start. I changed strategy, in pitch 10, the 7c+ breakfast, I took it slow and figured out the moves first. Confident and warmed up, I send second try. Pitch 11 (7b+) surprised me. A diagonal runout made me freak out a bit. Despite the early start the wall got hot quickly and I didn’t trust my chalkless skin and soft rubber. The drone was buzzing around my head and I knew this would be the most esthetic pitch to film. This made me even more nervous, I should just give it all now, but I fell.
A bit annoyed to continue the habit of falling in what I expected to be ‘easy’ I gave it a second try and this time send. At least the production crew was happy with the footage. This is part of the job. The ride to the summit from there was just magical, an exposed 6b arête followed by more high quality rock.
At 11am I stood on the summit, proud of my ‘project’. A rope solo experience linked to a movie production. The climb was successful, but the filming wasn’t over.