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    Going Up

    Cordes-CoppMonk(LR) In the dank and smoky Fairview bar in Talkeetna, Alaska, 2003, I learned the simple secret to hard climbing. Jonny Copp and I had just come out of the Range, and we swilled beers with a couple of rowdy Brits. As usual, Jonny had been the driving force in our climbing. Everyone, it seemed, wavered about the weather, doing the infamous and somewhat maddening “Kahiltna Hang.” Yet Jonny saw touches of blue through cloudy skies.

    C’mon, we should go.

    He was like that. We had a great trip and pulled off a cool new route on a remote peak, complete with epic descent, managing it between, and partially through, big storms. Anyway, in the bar that night Paul Ramsden, a U.K. alpine badass with serious ascents around the globe, fully entertained us and joked about how Americans spend so much time getting gear dialed, fussing about weight, and training. Paul thought we were missing the point:

    “The bottom line for hard alpinism,” he said, “Is you have to want to go up more than you want to go down.”

    I remembered his words nearly every day for the following year, leading up to the best climb of my life, with Josh Wharton on Great Trango Tower in Pakistan. Paul’s right. The other things matter, too, like dialed systems and, certainly, training, skill and fitness. But without the desire to make it happen when it matters, those things mean nothing.

    [Jonny Copp going up on “Going Monk,” Alaska. Photo: Kelly Cordes]

    Lately I’ve been thinking about extensions of Paul’s words; how wanting to go up more than you want to go down can apply to giving everything, even when you’re far away from the mountains. And these things can help create unforgettable moments, which are all we have when we’re done.

    OK, so we’ve got the “big picture” of trying our hardest by persevering for days on end on alpine routes. But also take, conversely and for example, quitting too soon on key workouts. Convincing yourself that what you did was good enough, when you could have tried harder. Kc - Jonny storm Like your point of failure on a hard sport climb or boulder problem, or in the gym; pushing at what I’d call the “molecular level” – that last microscopic bit of effort, trying so hard to make your fingers stay on a hold that if you fail it is for absolutely mechanical reasons. I know, I know, I hear the crusters grumbling. Grumble away. Giving up at the finer level is still giving up. It keeps us from reaching our highest potential. I’m not here to pontificate too much, though, because I too give up too soon, too often. That’s how I know.

    I’ve got more to say on it all, especially after the opportunity granted me in breaking my leg, and I’ll write more soon. For now, though, thinking of trying hard on big routes in the mountains – the experiences that have given me the most profound memories of my life, for which I’m especially grateful since my leg might alter my future – I keep returning to the summer of 2004 with Josh, a little more than a year after hearing those words in the Fairview bar with Jonny.

    I remember walking away on the Trango Glacier, feeling like I’d been given some simple secret. A couple of weeks earlier Josh and I had spent four and a half days putting up the Azeem Ridge, defining our version of Disaster Style and living in a sort of strange world that I can’t explain, somehow detached yet imminently present. Exhaustion still racked my body, as it would for months afterward. We’d said goodbye to our friends in base camp and walked toward Paiju. Kc - Josh below GT low I couldn’t stop turning around to catch another glimpse of Great Trango Tower in its massive and nearly incomprehensible grandeur. It looked like another planet, and I could hardly believe we’d been there. Our – and my – other failures no longer bothered me. At least not then. Thoughts of Great Trango drifted through my mind, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes, smile, and feel weightless. Maybe I was just getting old and reliving what was already in the past, or maybe something happened in those days on the Azeem Ridge, days that are blurry, surreal, and crystal clear all at the same time. Those four and a half days when Josh and I wanted to go up more than we wanted to go down.

    [Above, left - Jonny descending from the new route, Going Monk, in full-on Alaska conditions. Photo: Kelly Cordes.
    Right - Josh Wharton looking back at the Azeem Ridge, Great Trango Tower, Pakistan. Photo: Kelly Cordes]

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