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The path goes through shola forests and is decent climbing for the
most part. Once we were clear of the village and had achieved some
We soberly set up the camp, near the small pond of water that
slowly oozed out of some underground source, as we had noted
from the map. The Tamil Nadu Forest department had put up a
small concrete check-dam there so that the water had accumulated
into a reed-ringed pool. Gathering the firewood for the night and
cleaning up the bare rocks where we would sleep. We had some
lunch and watched the afternoon sun on the Rock.
We sat and memorized as much of the Rock as we could; we traced
the man-sized cracks and the foliage, the few bushes and trees that
grew there and the spots where there would be undeniable
exposure to height and danger and our minds would need to be
strong. Post lunch, we decided to descend down the thorny, stony,
bamboo-girt slope to the base of the Rock. It takes all of 45 minutes,
in places we had to be flat on our backs or faces and crawl through
the undergrowth. Finally we were there at the base. A scene straight
out of Raiders of the Lost Ark, only we didnt feel half as cool as
Harrison Ford. Rocks at the base, with tangled roots and thick
bushes and trees growing out of anywhere. The sun could barely
dapple the forest floor, if you could call that a floor. The rock
seemed to be just growing out of the slope so there was just that
little bit of space for our already dirty-looking Dozen.
Well, heres to it, so setting foot on the first step, I began to climb. It
was just a recce and we wanted to just get a feel of the rock. So the
rope stayed packed in my slim backpack. My fingers quickly
adjusted to the task. We planned to climb in pitches, i.e. intervals of
climbing: I was planned to climb some 30-40 feet, anchor myself up
there and the rope and the rest would climb up holding the rope
with substantially less difficulty. I climbed up to the first difficult
spot, getting holds on rocks and small trees. Here the Rock had a
crack, two walls of rock at right angles with about 6 inches of gap
in between. The walls themselves had small toe-hold sized ledges
on which I was finding the pressure and pinch holds. The crack itself
would help by allowing me to jam my body in there when needed
and allow me to stay aloft while I rested my hands. There were
several moments of effort, like once where I had to get my right
knee to near my chest, place the right foot on the small ledge and
haul myself up along the crack, pushing on the small stone inside
the crack with my left hand. It was also the very place where my
friends below would no longer be able to hold me at all, so a fall
from there would be interesting to say the least. Well I made it up
and found a nice place to anchor myself and the rope for the
morrows official climb; I looked upwards through the few trees to
see what the challenges the next pitch held for us. My friends came
up, some of them and we looked around and felt we had seen
enough of the rock to examine the upper reaches of the Rock from
the Base Camp itself. There was a feeling of reasonable confidence
as we descended back in the late afternoon. We knew we would
have our task cut out and would need to overcome our fears. But we
felt there was hope for us.
But the night itself had other plans for us. We had dinner and went
to sleep, with people taking up night-watchman duties in pairs. It
was very cold and several among us had very disturbed sleep, with
dreams of falling off heights and being stranded and so on. And then
at 3 AM we had a visitation: a herd of elephants from the nearby
shola forest came over for a drink. We had to raise up our fire and
repel them; of course there was another large pond about a
kilometer away to which they could go to. Their trumpeting and
furore kept us awake for another hour or so. We shivered and kept
watch, looking up at the Milky Way and the hunter Orion in the sky,
wondering what those eternal stars thought of our antics here on
earth.
Next morning we were at the base at 830. People had not slept
much so were sluggish and it was still piercingly cold, the water
from the freshet was freezing enough to hurt as we washed. I took
the lead and tied the bow-line around my waist. My friends pulled it
taut so that it would not slip off as I climbed. Very quickly we were
at the first pitch that we had done the previous day. I went up that
and anchored myself alone up there. I thought and prayed and
decided that nothing would stop me from going up and that I would
not be afraid but I would take no risks. I did not hum or sing, I did
not talk, I almost did not think. The rope burned my hands at it took
the weight of the persons coming up, but I did not even notice it
until someone asked me what those spiral singe marks on my wrists
were. Halfway up we looked across the valley at the Base Camp to
see that we had an audience; another trekking team had arrived
and were pointing at us and taking pictures. We waved and climbed
on.
the climb. We had also lost precious time and it was already 2 pm
and the sun was burning hot. We pressed on.
We came to what looked like perhaps the last challenge. Two
parallel rocks, 30 feet high with a gap of some 4 feet between them.
A rock stuck out like a broken tooth between them, about 20 feet
up. There was almost no room to stand at the base, so with my
chest to one of the walls, I inched into the cavern in between. With
my feet braced against one wall and my behind to the other, I
chimney-climbed up to the broken tooth and hauled myself up. I
sat there and gathered my breath and then slowly stood upright,
reached up and climbed the remaining 10 feet using the Tooth for
support. There was a small cave on top there with a robust looking
tree. I anchored myself there and the rest came up. There was a
short 20 feet slope after that and there were bushes by the side so
they went on straight up to the Summit.
After they had all gone up, I sat alone for a while. I slowly unwound
the rope from my waist, coiled it up neatly and hoisted it around my
shoulder; dusted off the vegetable detritus that I had been
showered with and was the last one up at 345 pm. We had been
climbing almost 7 hours.
With the help of self-belief and friends we had made it up.