Discovering the Buttermilk rocksDiscovering the Buttermilk rocks

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September 6, 2018

7 min read
Words & Photos: Doug Robinson

Nowadays Bishop, California, is known as a bouldering mecca, where you can find 30 to 80 cars parked out Buttermilk Road at the Peabodies and the Birthday Boulders. With more climbers arriving almost daily to step out of their vans into sand and sage, it’s difficult to realize that all this began 76 years ago, when an unassuming Buddhist truck driver wandered into a now nearly-forgotten part of the Buttermilk.

Bouldering has, of course, kind of taken over rock climbing. ‘Pebble wrestling’ is one of its catchier descriptions. It’s a passion for tiny climbs that have become almost ridiculously difficult. They’re accomplished without ropes but make liberal use of foam pads to break the frequent falls taken while working out intricate sequences of moves. It’s been in the forefront of rock climbing for enough decades now that bouldering is definitely here to stay.

But why did the Buttermilk become its ground zero? Few know the story of how climbing there owes its inspiration to a self-effacing guy in a flat hat and leather hiking boots.

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  1. Getting a hold on the curdled-buttermilk-like formations.
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  1. Compounding difficulty demands full attention.

Enter Smoke Blanchard, who became Bishop’s first rock climber in 1941. Smoke grew up in Portland, where he made first ascents, speed climbs and ski descents on Mt. Hood before moving here to drive a propane truck (yes, diesel smoke gave him his name), a winter job that left his summers free for climbing. Smoke bumped out the washboard of Buttermilk Road and wandered into the maze of rocks. The boulders came later.

Instead, Smoke liked the bedrock granite just downslope from the famous boulders. The confusion of box canyons, chimneys, rounded gargoyles and even tunnels is about half a mile wide and runs up the hillside for nearly a mile. Compared to the boulders, almost no one ventures into Smoke’s rocks now.

Consequently, very few have heard of Smoke’s Rock Course, his creation that winds its way through the maze, opening a line of possibility that visits a dozen small summits along the way. Fewer still have experienced its gritty delights, the utterly unique style of climbing Smoke forged there, mostly all alone on the curdled-buttermilk looking formations.

Smoke called it “mild mountaineering,” and while move-by-move the climbing is easier than bouldering, it’s really such a different beast, uniquely its own form of ascending, that there’s no comparing the two.

“’Pebble wrestling’ is one of its catchier descriptions. It’s a passion for tiny climbs that have become almost ridiculously difficult”

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  1. Boulders spring up out of the rough High Desert terrain.

Strange as Smoke’s not-really-so-mild mountaineering seems to modern sensibilities – attuned as we are to the luxury of hoist-a-truck nylon ropes and cryin’-tight rock shoes – it’s heir to a venerable tradition. We’ve just forgotten. We’re caught up in the latest big deal news from climbing’s cutting edge. No question that’s remarkable. And inspires us to push our own limits. But it also has inadvertently dulled our sensibilities to older modes of being on rock, ways of climbing that evoke different joys than grade chasing. Like the continuously free-flowing movement over easier – though not truly “easy” – climbing.

See, there’s a sweet spot on the difficulty scale. I’ll call it 5.4 to 5.7, but that’s just mine. You get to go figure your own. Come to think of it, Smoke’s Rock Course throws in liberal doses of fourth class terrain. Even third. You know it by the flow. It’s where you move over the rock as a dancer, before compounding difficulty makes you slow down and sweat and know fear of flying. It partakes of a sheer joy in moving, in the movement itself. High enough off the deck to matter, it takes all the humility of full attention, yet it’s (mostly) short of being consumed by the fright of falling off. Flow is a good word for it. For the way you can keep moving gracefully. And of course for the head space that flows right out of that movement. John Gill, who pretty much invented bouldering, called it “…a remarkable feeling of lightness and detachment”.

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  1. Crash pads are essential kit for the Buttermilks’ large boulders.

“You move over the rock as a dancer, before compounding difficulty makes you slow down and sweat and know fear of flying.”

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  1. Small summits that offer new horizons.

The Rock Course is a full-body workout. Following Smoke you’ll feel the skyline change with your effort. Even in one of his trademark chimneys, squirming up a narrow slot where you break a sweat to gain purchase through the effort, move by move, of pushing the walls apart, suddenly you’re several stories higher. Smoke put it well in his book, Walking Up and Down in the World: Memories of a Mountain Rambler. “There is no way that I know of to pass on by paper,” he wrote, “the feeling that permeates the person who steps out of the shower with epidermis cleaned and tingling from crystal scrapes, muscles pleasantly tired, joints well-oiled, and mind and spirit glowing from a full day of Buttermilking.”

Actually, a “full day” is asking a lot. The last time I went on the Rock Course, with a dozen new aspirants, we managed to get over three out of its dozen summits. That took a leisurely half day, pausing as we did to chat, tell Smoke stories, and admire many views. Then of course there was the stop in Picnic Valley, with a tablecloth of snacks spread on the sand, part of a tradition Smoke called a “combination of picnic and pilgrimage”.

As the cheese and crackers got packed away and last sips of wine were savored, three leaders were already on their way up parallel chimney lines on Big Slab Pinnacle. They trailed 50-foot chunks of skinny rope (Smoke called it his “string”), the only piece of climbing gear we carried. We revived simple mountaineering practices of the past, with old-school bowline-on-a-coil tie-ins for followers, while belaying without hardware by simply being seated securely in a hollow in the rock, just to stop a slip.

Older climbers knew a joy in robust movement that we moderns, chasing mere difficulty, have sometimes forgotten. Classical mountaineers, struggling to summit ever more challenging peaks, kept pushing the difficulty of climbing right on up into fully fifth class moves. Legendary then, long before the rope was introduced to climbing, their exploits are now largely overlooked.

Take Paul Pruess. A hundred years ago his bold solos defined what was possible. A video of a modern repeat of one of his routes, climbing a thousand-foot tower of limestone in Italy’s Dolomites, conveys the quality of his climbing.

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  1. Smoke Blanchard made the Buttermilks ground zero for bouldering.
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  1. Squirming up a narrow slot.

Or we could look back to ancient China. The poetry in Smoke’s library led me to Han Shan, a seventh-century “mountain madman” whose exploits among the misty towers that practically define Chinese scrolls helped give birth to Zen. An elusive character, he lived in caves among the cliffs of Cold Mountain and left his poems scrawled on the cliffs. He wrote,

The path to Han-Shan’s place is laughable,
Converging gorges – hard to trace their twists
Jumbled cliffs – unbelievably rugged

In the greater scheme of things, of course, climbing is laughable. But then we are primates; it’s in our blood.

See? This venerable tradition is the wellspring of Smoke’s mild mountaineering, of the grand climbing lineage he’s carried onto his Rock Course. Too bold to be silly, too admirably stout to be dismissed as scrambling. But the proof is in the climbing. I’d call it noble, even, though in truth, its sheer sweaty reality has a groveling quality that keeps it refreshingly honest. Smoke’s Rock Course, after all, reminds us of being in the world with full immediacy. How about it?

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