Sometimes words fail, even for a writer. Or the right ones just don’t exist, or can’t measure up.
It’s impossible to measure up to an ocean of granite like El Capitan, Yosemite’s 3,200-ft vertical wall. When I decided to celebrate my 70th birthday on its summit, many months ago, I was ignorant — as I had been, 4 years ago, when I decided to follow my son, Alex Honnold, up a route called Lurking Fear, on El Capitan’s west face. Ignorance can be bliss. Or it can be murder.
Alex didn’t think I could do it… But that night, at 2am, after 13 hours up and 6 down, I became the oldest woman to climb El Capitan.
This year, on September 23, 10 friends and I set out in the dark, at 6am, to climb it again. This time, we went up the Descent Route, the way all El Cap climbers come down from the summit. The first 1/3 requires gnarly hiking through woods — about 2 hrs, for me — which for some of us (oldsters) meant 4-point travel, grabbing small trees and edges of boulders or whatever else helped. Over talus, and scree, over a riverbed filled with boulders.
On the next 1/3 of the wall, you travel up 4 fixed lines, ropes that are anchored top and bottom to bolts in the wall. Jumars, or ascenders, are metal handles with teeth that grip the rope, sliding upwards only. They attach to your harness and your feet, and you push them up, stand up, right side, then left side, laddering your way up the rope. Then you do it again. And again. Only your core strength keeps you vertical as you ascend. (That wore out fast!)
The last 1/3 of the wall gave me pause, both in 2017 with Alex, and this time, for my 70th. That first time, I had never seen the summit. Nightmares of the descent woke me for weeks — months — and when we finally did it, it was after midnight on a moonless night. I saw only a tiny cone of light from my headlamp. This time, it would be daylight.
The granite slabs that lead you up that last third stretch for what seems like miles. Impossible to protect with rope or any other way. Just walk steeply uphill, endlessly, grabbing whatever tiny edges you can find. But my foot no longer works the way it should (from a botched surgery), and the toes can’t grip. My head, though, was the worst offender. My writer’s imagination could see exactly what would happen if I stumbled…I’d roll down slab after slab, breaking parts of me at every bump of rock, until I reached the edge. Then I’d sail out over the Valley to plummet down 3,200 feet to the Valley floor.
Impossible to erase that image, once the imagination takes hold.
Such a powerful image needs time to settle into the brain…just as I need time to wrestle with the remainder of my story. Climbing El Cap at 70 takes its toll, physically, mentally, emotionally. I’m not ‘down’ yet. Not sure I ever will be, completely.
So, to be continued…. Stay tuned. . . .
And be sure to send me whatever questions you have about the whole vertical trip. I’ll answer them if I can.
18 thoughts on “70 on El Cap”
Just thrilled for you and amazed by your tenacity and resilience. I have stood near that rock wall, completely humbled by it’s size, wondering who would dare try snd scale it! Now I know.
I am a documentary filmmaker, also in my 70’s, and would love to speak with you if you are interested.
Amazing! So nice to read about the fire in you that made you want to do this – would love to hear more about your future experiences! Do you have any words of advice for some one brand new to climbing? I am in my late twenties and want to enter the world of climbing, I have never done it before.
Hello, Pankhuri — thanks for writing. Welcome to an amazing new world! Anything you’d like to know specifically?
11 years ago I was in an international training for work near San Fran and decided to get my free time to go to Yosemit and “BOOM”, I was hypnotized by El Cap!!! This Granite Mountain amazed me and now your feat inspires and intrigues me. Congratulations!!!
Thanks! I agree — El Cap is hypnotizing. Captivating. It looks impossible!…and yet…. 🙂
Yes, dreams do come true but with hard work, perseverance,determination, courage, and pure awe. What a wonder you are♂️♂️
Not really… Anyone can do it…but as you said, it takes lots and lots of perseverance & determination!
Bravo! Can not explain how excited I am for you and selfishly, for me. I am 68 and often wonder what my life is going to be like at 70+. I will always have your image in my mind as a boost.
Continue with life!!
This is so incredibly inspiring – thank you for sharing your story!! I look forward to hearing more. How did you cultivate this group of 10 friends to climb with you? I ask because getting a group of like minded friends together who enjoy the same activity is usually a big hindrance for adventures.
You’re my spirit animal!
Inspiring and blessed! Thank you for leading the way!!
So proud of you, you did it!!!
Can’t wait to hear all of the details!
Gotta get the gang together! Déjeuner en décembre?
Amazing work! Great job.
I tumbled down right along with you! Imagination is fabulous, or horrific. Either way!
Exactly! Either way…and they all occur to me, when I’m up there!