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Interview: Simon Mentz [ More Interviews ] Date:
10th Aug 2004
After failing on Minimus we then saw two climbers scramble up to the Bluffs via Alis (2) so we decided to follow them. Alis was pretty scary and we almost turned back, but we eventually pushed through and then watched the two climbers attempt Station to Station (25). The lead climber had a shaved head with a long tuft of hair and was totally ripped. I was amazed by the whole scene, but was a little intimidated by their gnarly appearance to ask questions. Later that evening we spoke to them in the campground. Their names were Chris Peisker and Chris Plant (UK) and they told us they had been living at Arapiles for quite a few months. The whole scene made a big impression on me and so few weeks later I enrolled on a Victorian Climbing Club trip and did my first lead (D Major, 9). The following weekend Ben and I tagged along with Melbourne Uni on their Easter trip. The leaders on that trip were more interested in teaching the girls than teaching us, so they let us borrow a rope and a rack and do whatever we wanted. I have fantastic memories of thrashing up such classics as Arachnus (9), Pedro (10) and Dracula (11) with Ben and another beginner friend (Cameron Brooks). It was the same year (1986) that top German climber Stefan Glowacz was in Australia and I’ll never forget watching him solo Dramp (21) on the Plaque Area. Later that trip we saw him lead Anxiety Neurosis (26). He stopped at the crux and gave us a little wave. That really made our day! As for girls… well they were
pretty scarce during my early climbing days. I had no experience with
women, zilcho confidence in meeting women and was too preoccupied with
climbing to even think about women. I was a bit of a late starter in that
department. In later years I think I tried to make up for lost time. Although I’m more into trad
climbing, I’ve done my share of working routes, pre-placing gear and
red-pointing (or to be more exact ‘pink-pointing’). But I do feel this
approach kills the mystique of climbs and removes the judgment factor that
has always been such an integral part of being on the sharp end. In my
opinion, 'ground-up' ascents are where it is at with regard skill,
judgement and commitment. That's where you will find, as Glenn Tempest
likes to say, 'magic in the attempt'. Although rarely practised
nowadays, I believe yo-yoing routes (lowering back to the ground after you
fall and only placing gear on lead from the ground) is a far more
satisfying way to lead trad routes that are just above your onsight level.
Red-pointing, pink-pointing and head-pointing have their place, but I
enjoy the fact that yo-yoing tests your onsight ability every time you
push past your highpoint. If your aim is to climb something without using
the rope for direct assistance then yo-yoing acknowledges the process and
not just the end result. If your focus is simply to link moves which are
at your physical limits, then I don’t understand why we don’t recognise
top-roping as a legitimate way to climb routes. I’ve been doing more
top-roping lately and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. I can’t understand the
rationale of leading a route on pre-placed gear after successfully
top-roping it. Writing and designing those guidebooks with Glenn has been some of the most rewarding work I have ever done. It’s a dream job producing guides to two of the world’s great climbing areas. I love waxing lyrical about climbs, particularly the easier routes. As for the amount of work, well
each guide took the best part of a year… drawing maps, creating topos,
quizzing other climbers and poring through old guidebooks and magazines
for historical information. We climbed a huge percentage of the easier and
intermediate routes and abseiled some of the harder ones, so that we could
mark them accurately on our topos. There were a few months of tapping it
all into the computer and coming up with the design. Glenn mastered the
intricacies of desktop publishing and thanks to his expertise the final
results were something we were both proud of. Any sacrifices to our
personal climbing were well worth it. Don't hold your breath on seeing
the Melbourne guidebook in the next few months. Although we have done
quite a bit of work, we keep getting sidetracked with other projects. And
because I live in Natimuk, I find it hard to leave Arapiles, drive past
the Grampians and then visit some little cliff near Melbourne (although
some of those little cliffs have some terrific little routes). I’ve been
telling Glenn that maybe he should team up with someone else to finish the
job… like you Chockstone boys. When Steve Monks invited me on the trip (along with Jane Wilkinson and Simon Carter), I jumped at the chance, although I only expected to tag along and second Steve to glory. What’s interesting is that we almost never did the free route. After reaching the summit via the aid route and doing the tyrolean back to the mainland we almost went home. In fact Steve and Jane did leave because Steve wasn’t very confident about the free-climbing possibilities. I thought I had better swing back to the summit and abseil down the other sides of the Totem Pole just to make sure we weren’t leaving behind a potential mega-classic. Simon Carter waited for me on the mainland and I’m sure he remembers my whoops of delight when I saw just how climbable it was. Bolting the line and then
climbing it was pretty much a formality as we had the moves sussed after
checking it in on abseil. Steve had the honours on the first pitch, while
I nabbed the second pitch. I spent a fair bit of time bolting the second
pitch and making sure the clips were okay for shorter folk. I remember
Steve complaining that I was taking too long and faffing around, but I
really wanted to get it right. I could have easily climbed the thing with
half the number of bolts (I ended up placing ten), but I always bolt
things for the ground-up climber. One of my pet-hates is people creating
ridiculously run-out climbs after rap-inspection. I was always interested in the idea of free-climbing the Totem Pole ever since I saw a picture of it in Joe Friend's ‘Classic Climbs of Australia’. I went there earlier with Steve Hamilton, but we failed on the aid route and never returned. The free ascent of the Totem Pole was certainly a highlight in my climbing career. Not only is the position amazing, but the climbing itself is quite exceptional. However the experience wasn't as intense as some of my ground-up ascents, simply because rap-inspecting and bolting a route removes much of the adventure. As for being a pin-up boy… well
it wasn’t the first time I had been in magazines and calendars. It would
be fair to say that I am far better at working photo-shoots than I am at
working routes. Gordon Poultney use to quip that I was Australia’s
best-known bumbly due to the all exposure I received. As a result there
have been some amusing moments at boulders when younger climbers have
recognised me and anticipated some serious cranking. They don’t quite know
what to think when they see me fail dismally on the warm-up problems. I
remember the first time I visited the wall at Burnley and was met by a
young Dave Jones who had been trying to link the whole thing. Dave asked
me ‘Are you going to try and flash the whole wall?’ Two moves later I was
back on the ground and I think that was as far as I got for the day. Tjilka is a huge overhanging
line in a limestone cave that Roark discovered. We bolted the hell out of
it and then spent a few days before finally falling up it. I graded it 27
because it seemed steeper and longer than anything else I had been on
(imagine a couple of Procol Harum’s stacked on top of each other). However
there are no particularly hard moves and repeat ascents saw the grade
settle at 26. Everyone agrees it’s a pretty good route though. The previous year we had investigated Serpentine Gorge and I thought the West Wall looked impossible for a ground-up ascent (we weren’t interested in rap-inspecting or rap bolting). However Roark assured me that he had been back and had seen a weakness that we could climb ground-up. Upon our arrival, Roark pointed out the line and I just laughed… ‘We won’t even get off the ground!’ We searched the cliff for other options, but everything looked too loose, too steep, too blank… or all three. Roark didn’t want to admit that he had made a bad call, so to save face he started up something that looked okay on the first pitch, but which looked horrific on the second pitch (my pitch). My plan was to make a token
effort at leading the second pitch and then retreat with dignity. As it
turned out, solid holds and good protection kept appearing so I just kept
climbing. We climbed the whole route without falls (pitches of 21, 23 and
18) and were stoked with the quality. The only thing I was disappointed in
was the name we ultimately gave it… Pre-nuptial Adventures... it’s a
shocker! I am not a very efficient
on-sight climber because I get scared, place masses of gear and am very
slow. But I do have reasonable stamina and when I am inspired about a
particular route I have a fair bit of fight in me and tend to put
everything into my on-sight attempts. I’ve never on-sighted harder than 24
though. The story behind Father Oblivion
was that Andy Pollitt spotted the line and then told me about it. He
thought it would go at grade 24. When I asked why he didn’t want to do it,
he replied, ‘I don’t want the easiest route on the wall!’ It took me a few
days before I finally worked it out (it was harder than 24). And when I
finally did do it, Andy found he couldn’t follow it due a massive hangover
from the night before. Given that Andy was always drinking I don’t know
why his hangover that morning should have been any different (although he
did cruise the route a few days later). The Natimuk Route was a giant
multi-pitch route that was meant to be a warm-up climb prior to attempting
a direct finish to De Gaules Nose (23). It was the first time Steve and I
had climbed at Frenchmans and from the ground we estimated our ‘fun’
warm-up climb would go at grade 18, not serious 22 which is what it turned
out to be. That climb made me realise that our intended line on DeGaules
Nose was extremely improbable. Despite my reluctance, Steve was still keen
and so we launched up the line… we were spanked! Those were the days. Life as a
sponsored climber was a whirlwind of chicks, drugs, sex, fast cars. Well,
not quite. But my deal with Kathmandu saw me receive some good stuff
(pack, goretex, ropes and other gear). But they made me earn it… I had to
appear in some very embarrassing ads. As for Edelrid… I wasn’t even
sponsored by them. They just used the well-known falling shot of me (by
Simon Carter) and implied I was using one of their ropes. The instructional articles
myself and Glenn Tempest wrote for Rock were commissioned pieces. I wasn’t
trying to encourage others into climbing, but I was happy to point
beginner climbers in the right direction. I actually find writing
instructional articles pretty sterile. I would much rather be writing
guidebooks where I can rave on about climbs, their history and engage in
character assassinations. That’s a lot more fun. Yeah that’s right. There was a
period when I was pretty critical of Rock at times. Its fluoro colours,
clunky design and unimaginative articles and photos weren’t befitting of
the country’s leading climbing magazine. Chris Baxter (the editor) was
never keen to print my letters probably because I didn’t hold back with my
criticisms. You need to remember that back in the early to mid-eighties,
Rock was an outstanding magazine. It really stood out in comparison to
other mags around the world. I still like to flick through those older
editions for a bit of inspiration. The climb we did the previous day was pretty frightening also. It was on Tibrogagen and called Out of the Blue and Into the Black (24). I remember clipping this rusty peg on the traverse and when I got above it, the eye of the peg snapped off and it slid down the rope. Then as we tried to pull the lip, a huge barrage of rocks started pouring down from above. Some hooligans at the top were trundling them off. It must have lasted twenty minutes. We never caught the culprits. I think we would have strangled them if we had. I’ve had a few near misses in my
time, but one that sticks in my mind involved rigging an abseil for a
school group at Camels Hump. I went to clip into my safety rope at the
cliff top and lean back at the same time. The loop missed my screwgate
karabiner and I found myself windmilling at the top of the cliff before I
finally teetered back to safety. I was pretty lucky. I’ve always wondered how Scott felt about that, missing out on establishing one of the best routes in the country. Scott left on an extended holiday shortly after bolting the line and told Jared and I that we could ‘have a play on it’. Given that neither of us had climbed much harder than 22/23, I assume Scott didn’t consider us a threat. It was only after Jared and I had spent a month climbing in NSW and QLD that we decided to return to Victoria to attempt the line. Jared was obsessed. I distinctly remember a conversation one evening when myself and another friend (Andrew Eastaugh) were talking about girls and all Jared wanted to talk about was Taipan Wall. Our first attempts saw us battle to the crux but we were quite freaked by the exposure. We were also attempting it yo-yo style which meant we didn’t know what lay above. Although I was first to work out the crux, Jared on his next shot pulled out all the stops and not only climbed through the crux but then climbed all the way through to the belay. I followed the pitch with numerous rests and couldn’t believe how sustained it was. I’m sure Scott must have been
pissed off when he found out. Although we had his permission to jump on
his project, no one had considered the possibility that one of us might
actually do it. Scott handled it pretty well though. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my Sydney Sea Cliff experiences, climbing such routes as Plunging Necklines (22), The Fear (17), Lost in Space (17), Swingtime (20), Duelling Biceps (23), Boyzone (23), Acute Wot (21), Cruise or Bruise (20). Credit needs to go Mike Law and Greg Child who not only developed the Sea Cliffs, but recorded their experiences, thoughts and feelings with some brilliant articles and guidebooks. I liken them to artists who have gone off on some strange tangent while the rest of the climbing population follow the norm. I’ve also got to say that making
the second ascent of one of the Twelve Apostles with a group known as the
Wasters (a motley crew whose climbing aspirations had degenerated into an
orgy of drugs and booze) was also very memorable. I’ve never climbed anything
harder than grade 26, although I’ve climbed quite a few routes at that
grade. My main problem is that I lack power and I’m hopeless at pulling
difficult moves. I’m not too concerned though as I’ve still been able to
climb a lot of terrific looking lines on a lot of great cliffs. I spent a month in Yosemite and
bumbled my way up the North West Face of Half Dome and El Capitan (The
Nose) with various partners. Our ascents were slow and arduous, but both
climbs were truly memorable experiences. I’ve never followed a specific training scheme and I’ve never known much about training principles. If I had applied myself, I could have climbed a few grades harder, but for the amount of effort required I don’t think I would gained that much extra satisfaction and I would have still been a pretty useless at climbing really hard routes. As it was I had no shortage of fantastic climbs to try in the grades I could climb. When I was living in Melbourne
(before the advent of climbing gyms) I would traverse bluestone walls such
as Richmond bridge and later the freeway wall at Burnley (although I could
never get very far along that). Being tall is probably an
advantage on vertical and lower-angled climbs because you can stand on
your feet and use your full height to reach whatever. On steeper climbs it
is often lock-off ability which determines your reach. Being tall means
having longer levers that work against you. It also means being heavier. I
weigh 15 stone (95 kilos). That is a lot of weight to drag up steep
climbs. Well, if you really want to hear a few of my opinions on climbing, here goes... Top-roping: Good fun and should treated more as an end in itself rather than as preparation prior to doing a pseudo lead on pre-placed gear. Bouldering: Years ago I always thought of bouldering as activity removed from all the bullshit of climbing. The few boulderering devotees I knew seemed content to climb some of the most difficult problems imaginable without any hype. Nowadays bouldering seems to be more grade-focused, more equipment-based and more hyped than climbing ever was. And there seem to be more wankers doing it. Sport Climbing: I thoroughly enjoy it, but it’s amazing how at some sport crags you can slew your way through all the classics and afterwards you can’t recall a single memorable moment or even a route name. Development of new routes: Compared to fifteen years ago, we now have an immense collection of quality climbs of varying styles. I think the climbing fraternity needs to re-examine its approach to new routes. Climbers nowadays should think twice before pulling out the drill or wire brushing sections of cliff, just because they see a piece of unclimbed rock with a few good moves. I’m pretty disappointed that Dave Jones and Gordon Poultney have added quite a few bolts to the Strolling Buttress at Mt Arapiles recently. This is a beautiful piece of rock where the previous existing routes largely followed natural weaknesses (although Chris Shepherd’s variant start took the first step in this ugly direction years ago). We’ve now got variants on variants and the bolted lines start to take precedence. What’s annoying is that other climbers have rapped some of these lines years ago and decided against doing them due to aesthetics of the cliff and their effect on the existing climbs. Given how easy it is to rig top-ropes on this particular cliff and the fact that top-roping these routes has become popular anyway… why not leave them as top-rope problems? Matty Brooks: I never had
any real problem with Matty Brooks. My only comment was that if I could
climb as well as him I would be doing classics on Taipan Wall, not faffing
around on some of the pox cliffs he did. Aussie Rules has replaced climbing as my main focus over the last six or seven years. I’m fascinated by the different coordination required to play ball-sports and the transition of going from an individual sport to a team sport. Playing football for Natimuk
though is like standing at the bottom of a difficult climb and never
getting off the ground. However the experience has helped me engage with
the non-climbing community in a very worthwhile way. Last year I was club
secretary, coach of the U16s, and ruckman in the senior team. We didn’t
win a game all year, but the club is still in existence which is better
than a lot of small country football teams who have had to fold. I think climbing is a difficult sport to capture, but I am keen to have a go at making some climbing films. Myself and Pat Ford started work on a historical doco about the climb Passport to Insanity. We have carried out interviews with the likes of Geoff Gledhill, Steve Monks, Louise Shepherd and of course Nyrie Dodd. We’ve also shot some footage of Dave Jones and Dave Musgrove attempting the route. I would also like to make a film about the history of Australian climbing
from the mid-seventies to the mid-eighties, along similar lines to the
classic skateboarding flick Dogtown and Z-Boys. There is a great story to
be told from that era. Living in Natimuk is great… small yet diverse community, cheap housing,
and the world’s best crag only ten minutes down the road. And having
climbers visit from around the country and around the world adds to the
social scene. We also have the Grampians only an hour away and uncrowded
surf beaches only two hours away. I don’t recall telling that to students, but they might have asked me
about an incident years ago when I led the first pitch (the grade 20
off-width) on Passport to Insanity using a modified baked bean tin to
protect myself. We had forgotten our big cams, and I was so keen to do the
route that I made up my own piece of gear using two empty tins with a rock
in the middle. I carried it up in an extra chalkbag, wedged it in the
crack and slung it. Fortunately I didn’t fall on it. I don’t want to bore you with the details, but it is to do with a holiday
fling which resulted in me following this particular girl to other side of
the globe… to no avail. Gordon Poultney came up with the name. It was very
appropriate. Favourite crag: You can’t beat Mt Arapiles. It’s got everything. There are thousands of climbers that I have found inspiring. It’s usually people doing imaginative and interesting climbs, or doing routes in good style. But I am also inspired by climbers that contribute to climbing in other ways… by writing thought-provoking articles, producing inspiring guidebooks or magazines (or web pages), organising environmental projects, re-equipping climbs sensibly…I could talk for hours about various people in the climbing scene. These are just a few comments on a few people… Louise Shepherd… well I was certainly in awe of her when I started climbing (and I had the hots for her!) so it was a bit of buzz when we teamed up. I am still amazed at some of the routes she on-sighted (placing gear) back in the early eighties. Some climbers have just got that extra something and she had it. Climbing with Ian Vickers (UK) was both inspiring and demoralising at the same time. His ability to on-sight naturally protected routes at the most difficult grades was unbelievable. Although he set a standard that made my efforts seem pathetic, he inspired me to improve within my own framework. I’ve always loved the routes that Mike Law has put up. They appeal on so many levels. His writing and guidebooks have also enriched the sport considerably. I’ve had so many great experiences on Claw routes that it’s hard to imagine what Australian climbing would have been like without him. I feel Jon Muir’s attempts to on-sight solo Trojan (25) rate as one of the
most impressive efforts in Australian climbing. Jon’s uncompromising
approach symbolises everything I admire in climbing… judgement,
commitment, skill and amazing control. To downclimb from three-quarters
height and walk away is a lot more impressive than sussing it out with a
rope and then claiming a solo ascent. I’d like to do a bit more mountaineering. I really believe mountaineering (depending upon your objective and the style you do it in) is the essence of climbing. However I also think mountaineering is ridiculously dangerous. I’m happy to wait a few more years before wiping myself out in the hills.
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