Un Jours Sans - the empty day
Un Jour Sans - In cycling circles, it is the day in a tour or multi day race that you are totally empty in every way for reasons quite unknown. Mount Arthur was under a beautiful carpet of white a few days after the Angelus trip but just a few steps past the car park my almost empty pack weighed like a ton of bricks on my back. Normally breaking into the alpine zone I start feeling better no matter how bad the start and with enough snow to show cornices on the top and even a small avalanche up high the excitement should've been building. Instead, I struggled through a mental and physical whiteout despite the almost perfect day. Finally higher up I hit deep snow covered by an ice layer and moved very unsteadily along the east side of the ridge but after much tottering about found I was very uncomfortable and even unbalanced and worst of all fearful. Ambitions dipped alongside the lack of form and having shown a complete inability to make any real progress it was time to rush back and pick up the kids from school.
Thats when doubts begin and questions? Why so weak , why so slow , why so fearful , is it old age ?/ am I getting sick but nothing added up.
A few days later , June 6th , a public holiday dedicated to the Queen of England I set out to remedy the doubts and left early morning to the Nelson lakes - the roads glittering with ice in the car headlights. The trip to Mount Angelus that day was more "Un Jour Avec" that is a day with and the tough walk up the pinchgut track was barely noticed and I was literally running on the snow ridge as dawn broke. That turned very icy later on as one went higher on to a series of traverse's but good time was still being made although quite some caution was necessary . A long line of trampers were heading out of Angelus hut, most down the Speargrass route but 4 were nervously attempting ridge. As I meet them I mentioned the tell tale snow tracks I had seen of someone who had obviously fallen some 60meters down a gully . Apparently, a woman had indeed fallen the day before - she was battered and bruised but Ok otherwise. They also mentioned someone was climbing Angelus that morning and just before the hut one tall lone figure with a long lopping gait looking very proficient strode up and casually informed me on the very icy conditions on Angelus. He reminded me in every way of my Bulgarian friend Dimitar from the Broad Peak trip last year and obviously was from somewheres about that way in the world. He had gone up via Sunset saddle the way I planned so the information was useful , and we bid farewell. The way up to the Saddle was very easy and fast all under deep snow but from there to the top was literally like a sheet of glass. Ice chips breaking off and flying 2 or 300 meters down the South face left no doubt where a mistake would lead because, although the slope is not overly steep such things as self arrest on such hard ice were probably in the realms of fantasy. Having said that with a hard kick the boots held well and by driving the shaft of the ice axe almost to the hilt in above my head each time, though throughly exhausting,also gave great security. Luckliy at least three previous climbers had been up since the last snow fall 10 days before including this morning's proficient man and they had left foot holds and above all shaft holes for me all the way up. Even than it was difficult getting the shaft in sometimes. At the top I continued with my plan to descend the north ridge which proved to be not as icy but just as slow and demanding with ice covered snow and losse windblowen snow balling up my crampons all the way down. The walk out was fast and to keep the speed up I removed my crampons - the whole trip took 12 1/2 hours although I was on a very good 10 1/2 hour pace without the ice.