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            November 8, 2000 
            Features 
             
             
              
            Challenge 
              and teamwork drive a diverse group to climb 
            By James Morton Turner 
              GS 
            Tucked away in a corner 
              of the armory is the university's climbing wall. Hundreds of brightly 
              colored climbing holds - some the size of a fist, others the size 
              of a finger - stretch 35 feet into the air. On any given afternoon, 
              Princeton's climbers ascend the wall with graceful moves, desperate 
              grasps, and the occasional fall. But far more binds Princeton's 
              climbing community together than the nylon ropes and metal carabiners 
              they use to catch each other. 
            "We are a markedly 
              eclectic group," says Eric McGlinchey, a graduate student in 
              politics. On one Wednesday afternoon, McGlinchey is joined by a 
              postdoc in string theory working the yellow route 22 feet up, a 
              junior architecture major belaying from the floor, and a freshman 
              stretching before beginning her ascent. What they share is an affinity 
              for the vertical. "That to me is one of the great joys," 
              says religion professor John Gager. "These differences don't 
              seem to matter." 
            The wall itself is a 
              testament to the climbing community's cooperative spirit. "It's 
              been a huge community effort," says Rick Curtis '79, director 
              of Outdoor Action, which manages the wall. In 1983 volunteers built 
              the first climbing wall. Since then, the wall has been shaped by 
              successive generations of Princeton climbers. The wall's earliest 
              and slipperiest holds were made of metal machined in the E-quad 
              and rock filched from a scrap pile in the geology department. On 
              the wall's right side, a large overhanging ridge, or arête, 
              has loomed like the prow of a ship since 1989. And new overhangs 
              and bouldering walls went up in 1997 and in 1999. 
            Despite climbing's technicalities 
              and the close-knit nature of the climbing group, Princeton's climbing 
              community remains remarkably open to newcomers. "I rarely go 
              to the wall to climb," says molecular biology graduate student 
              Sue Schweinsberg. "I go to the wall to teach people to climb." 
              For John Gager, learning to climb inverted Princeton's pedagogical 
              hierarchy. During introductions in a fall precept, two undergraduates 
              described themselves as rock climbers. The William H. Danforth professor 
              of religion remembers asking urgently, "Will you take me sometime?" 
              Gager became addicted immediately. 
            Waihong Tham, another 
              molecular biology graduate student, has seen it happen before. "You 
              go to the wall and you see someone new and you can watch them getting 
              hooked. You get that hint." She smiles. "They keep hogging 
              the rope." 
            This afternoon at the 
              wall, comparative literature major Shannon Linzer '00 tries the 
              arête's overhanging blue route. After one fall, a chorus of 
              support pours forth from watching climbers. To the uninitiated, 
              it is unintelligible. Slopers, dynos, crimps, and mantles only begin 
              to capture the vocabulary. Tham remembers her first trip to the 
              wall, wondering, "What are these people talking about?" 
              Gager agrees: "Climbing has a language all its own."  
            For all their talk, climbers 
              have trouble standing still. Mention a move, and a climber will 
              begin describing it with his body. With Linzer headed up the arête, 
              her supporters appear like marionettes below, calling out their 
              support while mimicking her every move. After a layback and a dicey 
              sloper Linzer tops out. Cheers from the crowd. 
            Starting from Princeton, 
              current students and alumni have taken their skills around the world. 
              Last February, Naomi Haverlick '01 and graduate student Rob Townley 
              successfully summitted 22,834-foot Aconcagua, South America's highest 
              peak. Bobby Starke '01 spent his summer climbing in Yosemite while 
              researching his anthropology thesis - which was on calculated risk. 
              And Eric McGlinchey recently returned from Kyrgyzstan's high Panirs, 
              which he climbed while researching his dissertation on the political 
              structures of Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan. Princetonians have also 
              participated in two benefit climbs on Mount McKinley. The 1993 Climb 
              for the Cure helped raise $250,000 for American Foundation for Aids 
              Research; five years later, a team of Princeton alumnae took part 
              in the Breast Cancer Fund's Climb Against the Odds. 
            Despite this impressive 
              international résumé, more than one Princeton climber 
              will claim a covert ascent of some of Princeton's most visible buildings 
              - so many made of hand-hewn stone - as his or her finest technical 
              achievement. Rumor has it the biggest challenges, such as Nassau 
              Hall, McCosh, and the Graduate College, were conquered by the early 
              1970s. Still, Schweinsberg says, "You walk somewhere with a 
              climber and they are staring up at the buildings."  
            In these litigious days, 
              Public Safety is hardly amused by climbers' attempted feats. Wilmot 
              Kidd '01, a philosophy major, recalls the Spiderman incident, now 
              a running joke among climbers. "I was hanging off the tiger's 
              foot in Campbell Arch, and I saw the next hold," Kidd says. 
              "Then Public Safety drove by. All I heard was, 'Hey, Spiderman, 
              get down from there.' " 
            For most Princeton climbers, 
              though, New York State's Shawangunks are geologic Mecca. The pilgrims 
              gather weekend mornings at dawn outside the U-Store and carpool 
              the 120 miles north to what they call the Gunks. There, in the Appalachians, 
              the Shawangunk escarpment rides up over the underlying shale at 
              a 22-degree angle, leaving two miles of 200-foot-high bare cliffs. 
              Nowhere else east of the Mississippi is there such a range of climbs, 
              from easy 5.1s to challenging 5.9s to nail-biting 5.13s. By 9:00 
              a.m., with the sun up, the Princeton climbers fan out in pairs for 
              a day's climbing. On a warm day, they join hundreds of other climbers, 
              all dangling like ornaments from the sedimentary cliffs. What the 
              Princeton climbers realize, and most other climbers don't, is that 
              earlier Princeton climbers pioneered the routes they now follow. 
               
            "The history of 
              Gunks climbing," explains Gager, "can be written as a 
              history of Princeton climbers." Princeton's first well-known 
              climber was Jim McCarthy '55, who enjoyed a small measure of fame 
              for establishing many Gunks 5.9s and 5.10s. While no other Princetonian 
              climber can match McCarthy's 61 first ascents, later alumni have 
              bested him on difficulty. In 1974, Steve Wunsch '69 awed the climbing 
              world with the route Supercrack, which for 80 relentless feet follows 
              a finger-wide crack straight up. At the time, it rated 5.13, making 
              it the hardest climb in the world. A decade later, when Mark Robinson 
              '75 began climbing, few easy climbs remained, so Robinson turned 
              to charting out such ridiculously difficult routes that Gager says 
              "no one else would have ever considered climbing." Princeton's 
              last first ascents came in the early 1980s, when Mike Freeman, a 
              technical draftsman in the engineering department, helped put up 
              routes called Nectar Vector and Rings of Saturn. 
            For today's Princeton 
              climbers, following these routes usually proves challenge enough. 
              But in October 1999 a handful of Princetonians did chalk up one 
              more first. Taking advantage of a full moon and a warm autumn evening, 
              they made the first night ascent of a Gunks route called Gelsa. 
            For some climbers, a 
              road trip to the Gunks can be an escape. "When you go to the 
              Gunks and then come back to Princeton, it's like coming back to 
              a foreign place," Kidd says. "You feel disconnected. Climbing 
              is a subculture. Your allegiances change. The weekend life at Princeton 
              can be so immersing -- the Street, the fraternities -- but 
              when you go to the Gunks, it's all in an entirely different context." 
             Now the climbing subculture 
              faces a new challenge. Princeton's storied climbing wall will soon 
              be torn down to make way for campus construction. Outdoor Action 
              and Princeton alumni are making efforts to raise funds for a new 
              facility, but so far less than one-sixth of the estimated $150,000 
              cost has been raised.  
            Although the new wall 
              will lack the accumulated history of the old, it will still express 
              climbing's community spirit. The project is in memory of Joe Palmer 
              '83, who died in a Yosemite climbing accident a year after graduating. 
              After all, as Tham says, "Climbing is not about rock, it's 
              not about ropes, and it's not about cams." No, as any Princeton 
              climber will tell you, it's about people.   
              
            James Turner GS enjoys 
              climbing when he is not pursuing his Ph.D. in American environmental 
              history. 
             
            On the Web 
            Outdoor Action: www.princeton.edu/~oa/climb 
               
               
            
            
            
             
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