Monday, February 17, 2014

To the Bluey's!!

To the Blueys!!

After leaving Yamba, I made a short (unsuccessful) jaunt back up to Lennox/ Ballina in search of some waves. The waves weren't great but I at least got wet a few times. I also watched the dismal superbowl at some semi empty bar in Lennox. In the end it was nice to cruise around and say farewell to the beautiful stretch of coast that is Northern New South Wales.

Next, I made my way down the Pacific Highway looking for surf here and there but not finding much. I did, however, end up wandering into some more pretty spectacular empty beaches. On the way down I decided to take a side trip up to the mountains above Coffs Harbor which are home to the 'Dorrigo World Heritage Rainforest'. It was a rainy rainforest indeed. Nevertheless, I went on a very unique and enjoyable hike through a wonderfully lush prehistoric jungle. The trees were giant, very green and ancient with a thick canopy that was home to all kinds of birds and apparently a few pythons. There was a 'skywalk' through the canopy where I saw plenty of birds, but unfortunately no pythons (probably because they are nocturnal). On the forest floor we spotted a few wallabees, many lizards and turkeys and I forget what else. This forest was definitely crawling with critters, which was pretty cool. Eventually our track took us past a few pretty cool waterfalls, the swimming holes at the base looked nice for a hot day, but this day was not. I did decide to get up close and personal with the running waterfall only to discover that there were leeches everywhere! These little suckers are harmless, yet every bit as gross as you might imagine. They intently stick on to you and suck your blood. When you try and flick them off, they kinda flex and stick straight out before curling back up into a little goo-ball that are stuck to your legs. When you eventually do flick em off, you bleed for longer than you feel like you should due to some anti-coagulants in their suckers. Gross!

After my Rainforest tour I swung through Sydney to meet up with my friend Marie from college. Marie is a French transplant who is loving the Sydney life and was 'keen' to show me around the Bluies. We caught up and ate dinner at her place; she was nice enough to let me take a (necessary) shower and crash on her comfy futon. Bright and early the next morning we made the pleasant and remarkably quick drive into the Blue mountains. It's really amazing how quickly you go from urban to full on 'bush' in Australia. In no more than half an hour, we were out of the suburbs of Sydney and winding our way up into the mountains passing a few interesting small towns along the way.

On the drive I was surprised that I didn't see a whole lot in the way of cliffs... Shoot is this place over hyped? Is it just not that extensive an area? WRONG!! Turns out the highway and most of the roads are on a large plateau from which the 'escarpments' plunge away into deep and wide canyons. As Marie led the way down a short and very well maintained trail/rock-staircase (did I mention the Aussies don't mess around when it comes to breaking trail?), it quickly became abundantly clear that this place was holding the goods, and a LOT of it. These escarpments consist of tall gently overhanging orange and grey sandstone cliffs which are amazingly featured and contain some fantastic gritty rock. I would describe the rock here as a hybrid of the sandstone at the Red River Gorge in Kentucky and the good varnished stuff at Joshua Tree. If that sounds amazing to you, that's because it is. It's like this stuff was made to be climbed on!

I was determined to have an easy day of climbing with Marie, but alas I failed. It's just really hard not to get pumped silly here. The lines are steep, featured and inspiring. The climbing is a great mixture of technical vertical climbing, pumpy overhangs and thuggy roofes. Edges, pinches, sidepulls and pockets, you'll find em all and probably on the same pitch. My mind is officially blown. I may never leave here.

After flailing around with a patient Marie belaying me, I checked into the Blue Mountains Backpackers in Katoomba where I a met few Aussie guys who were going cragging the next couple of days. I joined their excursion and ended up at an epic soaring sport crag called 'Upper Shipley's'. The money routes in my grade range consisted of about 50 feet of awesome techy vertical climbing leading to a nice rest on a horizontal break before launching out into the steeps on amazing edges and jugs. I felt thoroughly out of shape and got pumped out of my mind way too quickly. Fortunately, I left the weekend with a few projects and plenty of psyche to get back in shape!


At Shipley's, I met my new homie/climbing partner for the next couple weeks called Dominic. Dom is from Canada, and is young, energetic and climbs hard. He's taking a couple years to travel the world before starting university (which I think is a phenomenal idea!). He's living out of a backpack which has: a tent, a rope, quickdraws and a lot of cans of tuna and not a whole lot else. Frankly, I thought I had this dirtbag climber thing pretty dialed, but Dom is on a whole 'nother level. I'm camped out in the parking lot at Shipley's and his tent is pitched nearly at the crag. We've been climbing pretty much every day, sometimes working out afterwards before cooking cheap, healthy and delicious meals on our stoves. I'm spending pretty much zero dollars and having the most fun I've had on the trip so far. Check out the edit and a few photos of my first week of climbing in OZ! (The other/ more badass climber in the vid is Dom)

 http://youtu.be/FSzKJ8SlBQo (this works now)

Three sisters

Upper and Lower Shipley's

Crags for days

Thuggy sportclimbing

A close-up of the goods

Wave Wall

Monday, February 3, 2014

Leaving Yamba

My time in Yamba and Northern NSW is drawing to a close. It is with much hesitation that I leave this famous stretch of coast. My job prospects in Yamba dried up since tourist season (the school holidays) ended and I've had my fill of the frustratingly fickle waves. Still, I won't forget the many fun super fun surfs I've had at the Yamba beaches in the warm and sometimes crystal clear water. Also I won't forget all of the awesome people I've met in the hostel and around town.

The Yamba-life was pretty simple: I surfed when there were waves and ate (cheap noodles and eggs), drank (too much beer) and slept when there's not. Oh, and I played a lot of ping pong. I'll say this: life was good when were are waves. No wonder all the Yamba/Angourie locals ripped; surfing is all that keeps ya sane! In some ways I could have stayed forever: working on some melanoma and learning to rip the shit out of every ripple that hits the shore. Alas, I think my job ending was a good opportunity to get out of Dodge and see some more of the country (and maybe climb some rocks!).

My last week in Yamba:
  • I celebrated Australia day by surfing Angourie point and then getting drunk in the big hostel garage with a bunch of foreigners and locals. Everyone got thrown into an inflatable kiddie pool at least once. We played beer pong, we danced, we sang. It was good times.
  • I waited out a dreary rainy flat spell for 5 whole days. I read books, watched movies (including one about Steve Jobs) and started learning how to program (after watching the movie about Steve Jobs). This is when I decided I needed to leave town.
  • A bit of swell hit so I stayed an extra couple days. I saw the most amazing surfing I've ever seen by a local at a dredging shallow sandbar at Main Beach. This guy was taking off late, getting barreled, landing airs and ripping the sickest turns I've ever seen all in perfect effortless style. I feel like I say this every day, but 'Damn, there are some rippers here'. Like my buddy Dave says: “It's like they're doing a different sport”.
  • Lastly, I partied like a rockstar on my last night at 'The Pub'. 'The Pub' is situated cliffside, above Main Beach and has a balcony with epic views. There was an awesome band doing covers of Sublime, the Chili Peppers, etc. I had a blast; I didn't wake up for the dawn patrol the next morning.
As I write this, I'm on a final tour of the Lennox/Ballina coast before I head south (with a few stops) to the Blue Mountains. Wish me luck in scoring just a few more good waves for the memory banks ;)


PS: I apologize for not taking more photos in the last month. I don't really have a good excuse, but I hope these give you a taste of the Yamba-life!
Main Beach's North End

The view from the Main Beach 'Surf Check' parking lot

This is what I hope to see at sunrise every day. Clean lines and offshores at Pippi's Beach

Backpackers doing the 'rock off' at turners