Hell has a bad rep. Too hot, crowds, noisy, the smells and annoying blokes in bad Halloween costumes who explain quantum physics to you, in scouse accents, 24/7.
Try this version: regular train service, easy walk in, dry rock, not too warm (or too cold) and a range of routes to suit all abilities. It’s enough to make you give up being good, even on a Sunday. My college class at HiNT (Hogskolen I Nord Trondelag) spent 2 days in Hell during the week. It is a sport climbing venue and is renowned for steep hard routes. Luckily it also has a selection of more amenable grades for the folk, like myself, who are merely human.
Try this version: regular train service, easy walk in, dry rock, not too warm (or too cold) and a range of routes to suit all abilities. It’s enough to make you give up being good, even on a Sunday. My college class at HiNT (Hogskolen I Nord Trondelag) spent 2 days in Hell during the week. It is a sport climbing venue and is renowned for steep hard routes. Luckily it also has a selection of more amenable grades for the folk, like myself, who are merely human.
This sport malarkey is an unusual beast for a committed trad climber to tame. It seems to involve climbing on steeper rock than I have ever been on and moving faster than ever on this steep ground to avoid getting pumped. There is no need to hunt for gear, so this previously essential and energy demanding skill lies dormant, probably allowing more brain space to focus on movement.
I think I like it.
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