> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://blog.novaugust.net/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Maple With Meyer - URL: https://blog.novaugust.net/maple/ - Published: 2017-05-07T21:11:14.000Z - Updated: 2017-05-08T02:41:07.000Z - Author: Matt Enlow - Tags: Utah, @meyer, post, Climbing, Maple Canyon, #Import 2026-06-21 14:43 From [Lander](https://blog.novaugust.net/a-return/) to Salt Lake City, where work was accomplished, friends were imposed upon, and I reunited with Mr. Meyer. After much hemming-and-hawing about weather and which crags would be dry and which wouldn't, he and I took the *long* way to Indian Creek, stopping for a night in Maple Canyon. Our ambition was to get an afternoon and morning of climbing, should the weather allow it. ### Eagle's Nest We got our first taste of cobble climbing on a fun little multipitch climb that went something like: 5.10c, 5.9, 5.5, 5.1, 5.8. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470788.jpg) *Dave tops out the first pitch while I pay far more attention to photos than to belaying.* Dave linked the 5.9 and 5.5\. A little dumbstruck at the improbably stone - always jugs, always huge feet, and always looking like it is going to pop out *any second now* \- I walked by him and up the 5.1 section. The 5.1 was really just a hike over to the 5.8 "pitch", which in actuality was a boulder with a fun jughaul to the top. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470804.jpg) *Dave on rope management duty at the top of P3* Rather than bother with the three or so bolts to the ~~top~~ [summit](https://www.mountainproject.com/v/107742173?ref=blog.novaugust.net), Dave and I had a laugh and bouldered (soloed?) our way up. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470809.jpg) *The tied-in freesolo* ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470825.jpg) *Dis fuggin' goi* ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470828.jpg) It had been a long time since Dave and I had last climbed together. [November, I think it was.](https://blog.novaugust.net/indian-creek-part-1/) I was pretty psyched to hang again, especially in a place new to both of us. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470839.jpg) *The helmet would make you think I'm all about safety first, but then you realize we're 150' above the ground, simul-rapping, and I'm holding my camera and my friend's shoulder, rather than my rope...* ### Craggin' The skies kept threatening rain, and while we'd felt a drop here or there, they seemed content to *just* threaten and nothing more. So we followed up the multi with a 10d, **The Edge of Glory**, an arete that looked much better than it climbed. From there, we scrambled up a loose dirt gully to an alcove with an 11b that was a far easier onsight than the 10d. **Cobbler** was perfectly vertical and would've been pumpy if not for the fact that every time you wished you had a jug to stop and rest on because maybe, *maybe* you were *starting to consider* feeling a *little* forearm tightening, *well*. A jug you would get. And jugs for your hands were always jugs for your feet later. 11b? Really? Come at me Maple. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3470907.jpg) ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3480043.jpg) *The biggest foot in the world* Up high on the route, finishing it on a final chossy band of cobble, the clouds made good on threats delivered hours earlier. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3480175.jpg) I cleaned in the sprinkle. David and I packed up and hiked back to the cars. The stream we had easily walked across earlier had grown, and I asked Dave to pause and let me set up to shoot his leap over its rushing waters. As his foot landed on the opposite side, the in-cut bank gave way. Only his forward momentum saved David from eating much of the shits, I think. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3480211.jpg) ### Precip The temperatures dropped overnight and never went back up. We awoke to continued precipitation, now coming down as large, heavy, and soft flakes. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3480275-Edit.jpg) ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/P3480282.jpg) After wandering around and enjoying the silence of the snowfall and the babble of the fast-flowing creek, we took off for Creek de Indian. I went (foolishly) via a high mountain road, and found it hard to believe that I'd be in an arid orange desert in a few hours when I was suddenly driving through this. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/9b/95/9b955960-2312-4b04-8b46-7e66317cd0ed/content/images/2017/05/20170323_131954.jpg)