by Andy Gale
All summer long I had been saving Hoodenett (5.9, 7 pitches) at Tahquitz to
climb with my brother. He had cancelled a visit in May but finally he was here
in Southern California and we were going to do Hoodenett.
There is nothing I like better in climbing than doing long multi-pitch climbs
with my brother, with him and me swinging leads.
Well, he was in Southern California, but he wasn't exactly in San Diego. He
was in Yucaipa with his girlfriend, visiting her parents. That was close enough
for me. I drove up Monday evening and we discussed what our schedule should be.
It turned out we had a considerable time constraint on our hands because we
decided to meet Jill and a friend for dinner down in San Diego at 7 PM. So the
question was, could we drive from Yucaipa to Idyllwild, hike up to Taquitz, climb
7 pitches, hike back down, drive down to San Diego and clean up all before meeting
Jill for dinner at 7? Well, there was only one way to find out. The race was on!
We left Yucaipa a bit after 7 and arrived at Humber park at about 8:15. We
racked up at the car where I discovered my first screw up. I had forgotten to
fill my water bottles. So we had only about 2.5 liters of water for the day. We
decided not to waste the time going back into town. What the hell, it would just
make us lighter. We racked up at the car so we wouldn't have to return to the
base of the climb on the way down the mountain and left the car at 8:35. We spent
about 25 minutes hiking up the talus field and then another 20 minutes scoping
out the route and preparing for the climb.
I went on belay at 9:20 and started up the crux 5.9 first pitch. Steve hadn't
done much climbing in the past year so I was designated for the harder set of
pitches (besides Steve had never climbed Taquitz before).
The lead went relatively smoothly, although I wasn't too fast since I diddled
around for a bit at the thin seams above both overlaps. Steve followed after me
and also dithered at the crux above the 2nd overlap but then climbed it clean.
We reracked and Steve took off on the 2nd pitch (5.8).
He led steadily upwards and then set up the belay on the comfortable ledge
below the chimney. I followed him fast and was very impressed with the quality
of the pitch. Wow, that was a cool pitch! I then led the chimney pitch. That was
also a blast! The chimneying was really easy. The crux was pulling out of the
top of the chimney. After Steve followed me and we reracked, it was noon when
Steve was ready to take off again.
I was really struck by how peaceful this place was on a weekday. There was
not another soul to be seen on the entire mountain (in the course of the day we
saw a total of 5 other climbers, including a guy free soloing White Maiden Walkway.)
It was a bit windy and cool, mainly because we were in the shade, but the sky
was crystal clear.
Steve led the 4th pitch and thought it was a bit stiff for 5.7. He was also
not real clear on where to stop and set up a belay. The topo looked like the 4th
pitch followed a ramp or something off to the right. I thought it indicated that
the climb was leaving the obvious dihedral at that point.
I guess I should have asked someone earlier. He did finally set up a belay
in a little alcove and I came up. I consulted the topo trying to figure out if
we stayed in the dihedral or headed off to the right for a different crack system.
I couldn't for the life of me remember what others had said, although I knew of
several people who had climbed it recently. Well, anyway, as unbelievable as it
may be for such an obvious line, I then proceeded to lead us way off route. For
the 5th pitch I continued off to the right looking for another crack continuing
up. I didn't find one so I just kept climbing over relatively easy ramps and flakes
until I found a good place to stop and set up a belay. At that point I knew we
were off route but I still thought that Hoodenett was supposed to be to the right
of the big dihedral. In retrospect that was clearly wrong. We should have stayed
in the dihedral. Oh well!
I decided the next pitch should go up an obvious vertical crack up and to
the left of us. Steve led up to it and thought it looked quite difficult. So we
decided that I would lead it rather than spend a lot of time having Steve try
to work it out. Anyway, I led the crack and thought it was probably about 5.9.
We were both pretty tired by then so it was quite a challenge. Since then though,
I have looked more at the photo of that face in the guide and I think it might
have been part of the Long Route. That would make it 5.8 probably. It didn't seem
to have been climbed much though, so I am not sure. After that I just said ,"Screw
the route, I am following the easiest line up". So I continued to the right
from the top of that crack up a series of steep flakes to some less steep climbing
up rock that had clearly not been climbed regularly. I stopped when I was out
a rope length.
It looked like we were within 30 ft of the top. After Steve followed me with
some difficulty, as he was quite tired by then, I led the last, easy pitch over
the top. We had decided that in order to make dinner in time we would have to
top out by 3:00. Steve topped out at 3:05! Yeehah! We were psyched! In spite of
my route finding blunders we took 5 hours and 40 minutes and we were on target
to make dinner. We walked up to the tip top of Taquitz to high five, polished
off the last of our water and took off for the bottom. The descent down the friction
slabs was uneventful and we continued down the climbers' trail and made it to
the car at 4:05. That made it 7 hours and 30 minutes car to car! No doubt others
have done it much faster but I was thrilled!
To top off the evening we hauled ass all the way back to San Diego, stopped
off at my place for quick showers and continued down to Horton Plaza to rendezvous
with Jill and Rhonda. Precisely at 7 o'clock we arrived at the prearranged meeting
place and were waiting for them when they showed up! Steve scored brownie points
for being on time and we had a fantastic day of climbing with some adventure thrown
in! Who could ask for anything more!
n.b. The original name of this climb, The Hoodenett , given to the
climb by the first ascent party, Joe Fitschen and Royal Robbins, in 1957 and appearing
in Chuck Wilts' Tahquitz and Suicide Rocks, has been used throughout in place
of Randy Vogel's later bastardisation of the name to "Whodunit".
14 Feb, 1998
Hi Andy,
This internet stuff can lead to a surprise or two. My daughter came across your
article while looking up stuff on me and passed the word along. I thought you
might be interested in the background of the name. At the time, this route was
the only obvious line on the north face that had not been climbed, so Royal and
I set out on it. We knew it hadn't been climbed because of the pristine nature
of the first pitch which in those days would have been aided by anyone (glad to
hear it now goes free). Indeed, for three or four pitches there were no piton
scars or any sign of previous passage. And then, somewhere around the middle of
the route, we came across a piton. How did it get there? Who did it? From there
to the top there was no other sign of previous climbing, so we felt quite comfortable
in claiming the first ascent. But in a fit of youthful humor and a naive attempt
at worldly sophistication, we decided to give the obvious question, "Who done
it?" a French twist (although one wouldn't find "hoo" in French). Anyway, it was
originally our phonetic equivalent of "hoo-da-nae" (hence, the otherwise inexplicable
double t's at the end). Originally, we might have spelled it "...don..." or "...dun...",
but Wilts got it "...den..." and that's fine with me. Vogel was onto something,
of course, but while clarifying one bit of history he defaces another. So it goes.
Some time ago I picked up a recent guide to Taquitz and noticed that Fitschen's
Folly was no longer regarded as a climb. It really wasn't much of a climb, but
it was a bit of history, perhaps one that is just as well forgotten from my point
of view. Good luck in your climbing. Taquitz was my climbing cradle, as it was
for many of the top climbers in that and succeeding generations. For sheer pleasure
in climbing I don't think any other area matches it. All the best,
Joe Fitschen
A Los Alpinistas story by Andy Gale.