At one point he did not know how I would get out of there, or if I could get to explain this. I do not like to advance the end, but from the moment I'm writing, is that the story did not end badly. In 5 years since then have been relativizing (do not say forget) the bad time I went through and I did go to Marc, but the lesson learned that day we will be here forever.
It was little more than a month since we met Atreyu and I, in 1 ª KDD Catalan Mendiak to Matagalls, and we carried a while chatting, came the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to do els Castellets , that so interesting ridge between them Agudes Sant Marçal. Do not take too long to agree: That was in December and late January and called us to be. The first weekend of February, Saturday early morning, we planted it in the Coll Sesferreres, on the road to Sant Celoni Viladrau to attack them Castellets Acute els.
It was little more than a month since we met Atreyu and I, in 1 ª KDD Catalan Mendiak to Matagalls, and we carried a while chatting, came the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to do els Castellets , that so interesting ridge between them Agudes Sant Marçal. Do not take too long to agree: That was in December and late January and called us to be. The first weekend of February, Saturday early morning, we planted it in the Coll Sesferreres, on the road to Sant Celoni Viladrau to attack them Castellets Acute els.
By commenting, perhaps 10 or 15 years ago I did an exit in snow. Needless to say that he had no crampons or ice axes, in fact had never had these things ... What's more, carrying canes (I could have helped a little, given what came later), but I left them in the car. Total, pa what?? if you see a little snow ...
accidents
We left the car and started to pick the easy path of Sesferreres Coll, towards the crest dels Castellets, to the left of them Agudes.
is going up more or less on the ridge, the forest was pretty eager
From time to time, open the trees to let us see the top
From Saciureda Coll Baix begins the hull itself, we still flanked on one side or the other more complicated steps
Behind us, the more free Matagalls white seems Item ...
... while Santa Fe and Morou Turó of an alpine landscape offering total
The Saciureda Coll de Dalt first started having problems: there was more snow and it was harder than we expected. It took us a step beyond, mainly through the courtyard that we should slip below
Second error: can not underestimate the elements.
Murphy said that if something can go wrong will go wrong ... which translated to the case, it means: you are sure the snow in worse state than you expected
barely managed to overcome this step, but the next hurdle began to twist things. A highlight in mixed terrain that I could overcome, but where Marc was not in the mood. Maybe it's that I take four inches tall and I could get better, maybe I was more irresponsible and does not appreciate the danger of ice ... The point is that he was down and did not dare to go, and I was up and I dared not go down. Solution? I continue along the ridge, following a group before us, and he is flanked to find the path, and I'll see you at the top.
Third error: separated
Anyway, I followed more or less behind that group ... I've had a first warning when I saw was following the footprints suddenly stood and gave a half turn, before a sheet of ice was tilted, falling a hundred meters to the safe side I would have sent directly to another neighborhood. I also turned around and went over the edge of the ridge, it was still passable.
Meanwhile, I never tired of looking at that figure ... it is beautiful?
On the other hand, the radiant sky that had begun the day was ruined. The Quiet Matagalls and protrude above the fog that covers the valley and Tordera
At the foot of the colossus, I lost track of that went before me, and that if I did not see anything clearly ... The final section, the "crest" as such, has some steps where failure is at a premium, and here more than one has been in the attempt. No material, with snow and frozen sections, at least I had enough awareness (which would fail me later) to see what was going to put me in a brown
less than 200 m. the summit, I turned down, not to undo the progress already made, but I followed a stream, hoping that if I bumped into Marc (or their tracks), at least drop to meet the GR5, that goes up the pie.
By the way, ice candies everywhere
I should lose about 200 m. until I found a trace of way that left me at the beginning of the famous pie (quarry) of Agudes them that I had to take up almost the top. Then I loaded my mood and got a good rhythm, nailing the toe of the boot for better security. Even saw people in front of me, so I saw no problems ahead. None? Nothing but a small miscalculation ... These
I have before going on the right side and I on the left ...
... and although it may seem nonsense, that little complicated at all me life. They left for the final leg of the pie, while I found myself, when I thought I was reaching the summit (Another error) with a wall of stone and snow ahead that I could go ...
... and valuing the other option, go back down ... it had all the pie in front and the snow was harder than before (because here the sun had not), perfect combination to stop hitting me for a swim in the pools of Tordera, 300 m. below, where before I broke the bones in a tree or a boulder.
Fourth
error: do not get into a site that you know not sure you can leave
Meanwhile, Marc had reached the summit, agreed with the group that was brought before the crest and was told that they had not been followed, to begin to be worried.
now I will copy what I said, a year later, in a thread about Mendiak mountain accidents, I do not think I can explain it better than then:
(...) Estarme almost two hours still could not move two feet around, I had time to review all possible options and to analyze all causes of why he was in that situation.
In my case, (...) now I can say it was a very irresponsible on my part to get me a shovel leaning hard snow without more material than my boots. But the moment did not realize. The confidence of being on familiar ground, close to home, the time had started well, a couple who had a little later ... and above all a miscalculation made me think that the summit was closer than it really was. And when I thought I was going to top ... I said hell, if I can not upload here anymore! And that had risen as he owned the place, but where I thought was the summit, there was a wall fifteen and all neva ...
I looked down and the option I had was to go down the shovel, trying to reach a bush and stop them if you can get, because they were not entirely in my vertical, and then slip back to other shrubs , and so the bottom of the pan, BUT with the added difficulty that I could no longer miscalculation because if I failed, I would eat the entire blade enterica. The snow was hard and cold, and saw no chance of halting in the middle. The gap was about 250 m. to the bottom of the ravine and had no one sticks to stop me sad.
At that time, given the circumstances, I think I chose the right choice, better said, there were circumstances that could choose this option, which was to call Atreyu on the phone and go down to the rescue. Thankfully he had tapas and Piola, who had coverage and that I could find. Otherwise, having gone without coverage or I only, or if he would not have been material or not I had met only I could have ventured to throw me down pan ... and although Atreyu (who never grateful enough to have been there at that time) told me then that could have come from there, the truth is that I had that ... "Tingling? they do not see it clearly. I play too ... "
(...) Estarme almost two hours still could not move two feet around, I had time to review all possible options and to analyze all causes of why he was in that situation.
In my case, (...) now I can say it was a very irresponsible on my part to get me a shovel leaning hard snow without more material than my boots. But the moment did not realize. The confidence of being on familiar ground, close to home, the time had started well, a couple who had a little later ... and above all a miscalculation made me think that the summit was closer than it really was. And when I thought I was going to top ... I said hell, if I can not upload here anymore! And that had risen as he owned the place, but where I thought was the summit, there was a wall fifteen and all neva ...
I looked down and the option I had was to go down the shovel, trying to reach a bush and stop them if you can get, because they were not entirely in my vertical, and then slip back to other shrubs , and so the bottom of the pan, BUT with the added difficulty that I could no longer miscalculation because if I failed, I would eat the entire blade enterica. The snow was hard and cold, and saw no chance of halting in the middle. The gap was about 250 m. to the bottom of the ravine and had no one sticks to stop me sad.
At that time, given the circumstances, I think I chose the right choice, better said, there were circumstances that could choose this option, which was to call Atreyu on the phone and go down to the rescue. Thankfully he had tapas and Piola, who had coverage and that I could find. Otherwise, having gone without coverage or I only, or if he would not have been material or not I had met only I could have ventured to throw me down pan ... and although Atreyu (who never grateful enough to have been there at that time) told me then that could have come from there, the truth is that I had that ... "Tingling? they do not see it clearly. I play too ... "
Furthermore, in the final stretch of this was found a man and his dog were more or less the same situation as me. As I said after the poor dog is not separated from the boot, seeing that he could walk without slipping ... We helped in the same way I would get to me then nailing steps with crampons for a while until he could pull alone. To back down, you Marc asked one of the sticks he was carrying, then we would be very helpful.
Two odd hours later, the fog had reached me and I sat on a stone, not daring to move or to one side or the other, when I heard shouting at Marc, who was already down the pan. He was leading the cries until it appeared to my left and only separated us from a dozen meters, which are those that I was unable to flank without help but that took a minute to cross. I think few times I'm so glad to see someone (although I can always put in a fregao worse, who knows ...)
decided it was best to pull off the top before all the quarry, since no were far from the exit of the funnel, and the other side there are many clues to return to the road safely. As he had done a while before, Marc returned to carve out "steps" to kick in the snow with the tips of the tapas, the short distance we had to descend helped me with the stick that he had left that man does not know the favor we did ...
And from that point, for about 150 m. to p'arriba, kicking. Hard at work ...
After much effort (Marc ended knackered) we left the trail around the summit from the ridge to the Coll de les Agudes, the worst was past, and even seemed to want to leave the sun
Now we only have a rise of 50 m. the ridge ...
... and not just the sun rose, but gave us a beautiful sea of \u200b\u200bclouds: Agudes top of them (1,706 m.)
few views, but spectacular, try to get an unsuccessful "broken effect." What is seen in background at left, I think it's Camigó (or a cloud high ...)
And it seems that the clouds we had been waiting ...
... to begin withdrawing ...
... and a beautiful view of the Turo de l'Home and the ridge that separates it from them
Agudes
Although we could now finally enjoy the summit, we had no time to lose, we had almost 5 pm and we still had to go back for the car. We returned to the Coll de les Agudes to download now for the eastern side
But first, one last look at the side of the pan, where the peaks appear at the bottom of the Pyrenees also capped
Now we had no problem in following one of the many trails that cross this slope
And As we went down, the fog was disappearing ... a backlight
Another
And a last look at Turo and Puigsesolles before getting into the closed forest
fog, but without complications
And yet we had more luck ... some guys with a van picked us up and took us back to Coll Sesferreres, saving 5 km. road that we have done endless
Once again, thanks to Marc for getting me out of this mess
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