M
moray
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This is partly about gear, a lot about rigging, and all about fun. I am talking about intentionally jumping from height only to be caught by a dynamic rock climber's rope.
When I got my 60-meter Petzl Zephyr 10.3mm dry rope 3 weeks ago, the first thing I did was climb it using a pair of ascenders. It was immediately apparent that this was NOTHING like my arborist ropes. The rope went over a pulley 30 feet above me, and over to a tree about 60 feet away. It seemed like I was climbing for a minute and a half before I even left the ground! That stuff stretches!
Having developed a feel for the rope, it was time to rig it up for jumping. If you want a soft landing, you want a lot of rope to stretch. Using about 130 feet of the rope, I was able to rig it through two high-quality pulleys and anchor it at a Port-a-Wrap. The Porty would allow easy adjustment of the length and avoid the need to tie a knot in the middle of the rope. Three trees were involved: the jumping tree with the TIP pulley, the apple tree about 60 feet away with the second pulley, and the anchor tree with the Porty, about 50 feet from the apple.
When all was ready, I called my friend Jack, the local arborist, who is sometimes crazy enough to go along with my schemes, or narcissistic enough to want a copy of the video which I usually take. The photo shows him in the first moments of an eary jump.
But first, why am I doing this? The flip answer is "Cheap Thrills", but there is a deeper, personal reason. Half a lifetime ago I was practicing rock-climbing moves at a wonderful park in Berkeley, CA, called Indian Rock Park. On the day in question, some real rock climber (I was just a wannabe) was belaying people with a rope while they attempted the treacherous overhanging traverse that almost no one ever climbed. If you fell it was at least 15 feet to the hard ground below and you might well land flat on your back. I hung out with the belayer for awhile, asking lots of questions, and before long he was offering to belay me while I attempted the dreaded overhang. Well, I fell. And the feeling of being caught by the rope (deliverance!) has been a vivid memory ever since. Now I was about to experience it a second time...
When I got my 60-meter Petzl Zephyr 10.3mm dry rope 3 weeks ago, the first thing I did was climb it using a pair of ascenders. It was immediately apparent that this was NOTHING like my arborist ropes. The rope went over a pulley 30 feet above me, and over to a tree about 60 feet away. It seemed like I was climbing for a minute and a half before I even left the ground! That stuff stretches!
Having developed a feel for the rope, it was time to rig it up for jumping. If you want a soft landing, you want a lot of rope to stretch. Using about 130 feet of the rope, I was able to rig it through two high-quality pulleys and anchor it at a Port-a-Wrap. The Porty would allow easy adjustment of the length and avoid the need to tie a knot in the middle of the rope. Three trees were involved: the jumping tree with the TIP pulley, the apple tree about 60 feet away with the second pulley, and the anchor tree with the Porty, about 50 feet from the apple.
When all was ready, I called my friend Jack, the local arborist, who is sometimes crazy enough to go along with my schemes, or narcissistic enough to want a copy of the video which I usually take. The photo shows him in the first moments of an eary jump.
But first, why am I doing this? The flip answer is "Cheap Thrills", but there is a deeper, personal reason. Half a lifetime ago I was practicing rock-climbing moves at a wonderful park in Berkeley, CA, called Indian Rock Park. On the day in question, some real rock climber (I was just a wannabe) was belaying people with a rope while they attempted the treacherous overhanging traverse that almost no one ever climbed. If you fell it was at least 15 feet to the hard ground below and you might well land flat on your back. I hung out with the belayer for awhile, asking lots of questions, and before long he was offering to belay me while I attempted the dreaded overhang. Well, I fell. And the feeling of being caught by the rope (deliverance!) has been a vivid memory ever since. Now I was about to experience it a second time...