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Eiger Nordwand

While growing up, I had heard of the infamous Eiger North Face, but I'll confess, it was mostly just some mythical mountain that I knew nothing about.  While in college I remember a friend telling me they had visited Switzerland and looked "down" on this face (presumably from the tunnel window).  Being a climber, I casually mentioned how I wanted to go climb that one day - still knowing nothing of what my statement entailed.  I was quickly told it was impossible and I would never be able to do it... "You don't understand", exclaimed my friend, "there is rock, snow, ice, even waterfalls on this face; it is just unclimbable."  While I nodded in agreement, this was a challenge I could not ignore and in my mind it was settled - I would go climb the Eiger North Face...someday. 

Three and a half years ago a friend and I flew to Switzerland to attempt the Eiger.  We had heard the conditions were great, so we bought last minute plane tickets and set off.  As it turned out, the conditions "were" great, but it had been snowing non-stop for nearly three weeks now and conditions were no longer good. While we did start the climb, our attempt was short lived.  We were turned around only an hour into our climb by deep unconsolidated snow. Nonetheless, the hook had been set and for the past three and a half years this face has always occupied a place somewhere in the back of my mind. 

Since our attempt I have read a lot of the classic literature written about the face, seen the recent movies produced about the mountain and to top it off, kept a link on my favorites page to the North Face webcam.  I guess to some degree I was getting a little obsessive about this climb.  I had spent plenty of time in Europe over the past few years, but this climb seemed to always elude me - good conditions, but no time to climb or vice versa, bad weather, or no partner.   I had even guided the Eiger on a couple of occasions via different ridges, but there was always something keeping me from a second try at the North Face. 

Last week however, I got my chance.  I had time off, was well acclimatized and fit after a summer of guiding, the weather looked perfect, and a call to Grindelwald revealed the conditions looked great - although nobody had been up there to confirm.  I was able to convince a fellow American guide and friend of mine, Tim Connelly, to head over and have a go.  I'll admit I wasn't entirely optimistic and even threw an extra bag into the car with some sport climbing gear just in case we got shut down. 

We left Chamonix at 4am with plans to catch the first train that morning and exit just before the train enters the famous Eiger tunnel.  From this position it is an easy 30 minute approach and then you're standing at the base of  perhaps the largest face in Europe.  We planned on climbing the original 1938 first ascent route in two days spending a night at the infamous "Death Bivouac".  Despite some wrong turns on our drive to Grindelwald, we managed to catch the first train at around 7:30 and by 9am we were starting the climb. If I could describe the route in one word I would have to call it an Odyssey.  Upon hiking to the base you are greeted with a couple of memorial plaques - not the most comforting of omens - and thus the journey begins.  The route finding initially is very tricky and you meander through lines of weakness up some improbable looking terrain.  Initially the rock was dry but quickly snow and ice appeared on ledges and we were forced to wear crampons.  The first landmark on the route is the "Difficult Crack," and arriving here wasn't as straight forward as we had expected.  In fact,  we did quite a bit of climbing just to arrive at this feature and some of it seemed even "more difficult"...? 

From here the route finding becomes more straight forward and we progressed upwards almost as if climbing back through history or climbing through the pages of Heinrich Harrer’s “The White Spider.”  We passed many of the famous pitches and landmarks including: the Hinterstroiser Traverse, first snow field, the Swallows Nest, the Ice Hose, second snow field and then finally arriving at the Death Bivouac.  We enjoyed excellent conditions on the face and the climbing was never too difficult, but hard enough to keep your attention. 

The night we spent on the face was very special for me and something I will remember for a long time.  Spending a night on one of the most historic faces in the world complete with all the triumph and tragedy associated with it, was a very touching experience.  The weather was perfect and we watched a great sunset, ate some soup, and slept at one of the best bivy spots I have ever enjoyed.

The second day began with a traverse into the Ramp where the real climbing began.  We did several pitches up this feature involving a lot of mixed climbing, awkward squeezes, and some pretty scrappy ice climbing.  This section of the climb reminded me of Colorado's well known ice climb "Bird Brain Boulevard," except this was really just the start of our day.  Next we climbed up through the Brittle Ledges and Brittle Crack to the notorious "Traverse of the Gods."  I had heard a lot about this section of the route and I'll be honest I was a bit nervous about this part of the climb - a 150m snow and rock traverse which offers tons of exposure and very little in the way of protection.

Luckily, this section, while exciting, was never very difficult and allowed us relatively quick passage to the famous "white spider" and finally the exit cracks.  Again, the upper part of the route has a reputation for some difficult climbing and we were not let down.  The "Quartz Crack," while short, proved to be quite a challenge - rock climbing, ice climbing, dry-tooling even a little aid all used in about 20 feet - you've got to love alpine climbing. 

Upon exiting the "Exit Cracks" you're soon on the upper snowfields, which take you to the Mitteligi ridge and then to the summit.  The final summit ridge is quite spectacular and certainly one of the most beautiful sections of ridge found anywhere in the Alps.  We spent some time on the summit taking in the view and taking in the route we had just done.  The Eiger is home to so much history and after climbing the face, following in the footsteps of so many legends, it is hard not to feel in some small way like part of the history yourself.  While I will never know what it was like to climb in 1938, I'll be forever humbled by the courage, determination, and talent displayed by its first ascent team.  This climb is one that has withstood the test of time and an adventure that I will always remember.