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UIAGM/ACMG
Mountain Guide
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Favorite all-round
ice/mixed area: the Stanley Headwall — main
home mega area.
Favorite route: Nightmare on Wolf Street
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Questions
Describe your climbing background:
Grew up in a climbing family—both mother
and father climbed extensively in the French
Alps in the late 50s and early 60s. My father,
Roger Marshall, was my greatest influence.
He became a very high level Himalayan climber
mainly focusing on fast, solo ascents of the
big ones. Eventually this took his life in
1987 on a fall while descending the North Face
of Everest. For the last 20 years, I have made
a living out guiding in the Canadian Mountains
along with my wife Abby Watkins.
Why climb ice?
I started climbing ice with my father when
I was 15. I haven’t focused on it the whole time since
then, but I’ve always been drawn to ice climbing
more than any other sort of climbing. Also for some
strange reason, it ended up being my forte. The most
interesting part of ice to me is the constant change
day to day and from year to year—forever changing,
forever inspiring and luring. It is also very improbable
at times and requires a high level of confidence
and analysis.
Describe a climbing experience when things
got out of hand:
A couple of years ago, putting up a new route in the
Canadian Rockies, I got past the point of no return
on a mixed alpine line. Ended up pulling through some
fairly hard mixed moves on marginal pro to gain a very
thin smear of steep ice. The ice was thinner than anticipated,
but was visually more inspiring ahead. What unfolded
was an incredibly challenging cerebral game that lasted
for approximately 30 minutes. No retreating possibilities,
just 30 minutes of run-out, two-centimeter thick bubble
crap ending in stubbies and a manky anchor that left
me stoked by the mind-game challenge.
Who or what inspires you?
My father inspired me the most in the earlier stages
of my climbing career. Today, it’s all the
other Canadians that are pushing the winter climbing
world.
How does fear affect your climbing?
Funny enough, for myself, fear is much more of a
reality on nice sunny rock than it is on ice and
mixed. A strange thing, but I’m happy soloing grade
6 ice, when the conditions are available that is, and
I’ll usually only solo up to 5.8 in the alpine
rock environment.
Care to comment on: heel spurs, leashes vs. leashless,
falling on ice, impact of drytooling?
Sure, I’m all for leashless climbing, especially
for hard ice, it makes it a totally different world,
much less like aid climbing. I’ve never had a
fall on an ice screw, except in more competition-type
situations or more sport ice climbing, like when the
screw protection is in an ice roof and the fall is
into clean air. So…guess I’m not for falling
on ice. More focused on finesse climbing that is controlled
and well thought out in cruxy sections or on poor,
unprotectable ice. I’m not a fan of heel spurs,
never wear them climbing in the real world. I do, however,
use them in competitions, which is generally a contrived
environment. So, just for competition, for now, but
I seem to injure myself more with them. Also the comp
rules are getting much more realistic in regards to
their use. In the end it’s all about your own
personal ethics, isn’t it? Dry tooling has become
like sport climbing to the winter climbing world. But
I’ve also seen more injuries and maiming since
this part of the sport took off. As long as it stays
on its own crags, I’m all for it, however I’m
starting to get concerned with the visible environmental
impact, like the scratches from crampons and tools,
along with all the bolts—best if it takes place
in low impact areas.
Any near death experiences?
Just one worth mentioning. At the age of 19, I rapped
off the end of my ropes in the failing light, fell
15 feet onto 20° ice then picked up speed and
shot over a 50’ waterfall with a blood-curdling
scream. I launched head first trying to grab the rock
walls on the way by because my axes were holstered.
Anyway, I did a slow-turning forward summersault,
not sure if this was instinct or pure stupid luck.
Fifty feet below, I landed on my feet, slightly tilted
backwards, crampons slamming into the ice and fell
backwards crashing into a wall only breaking my arm,
though quite badly. My old man was super pissed when
I told him how it happened, “always
tie knots in the end of your ropes, especially if you
can’t see the ground you twit,” he bellowed
at me.
What are your future plans or goals in climbing?
My plans for the close future, or my dream plan, if
I find the right conditions, is to find some ultra-classic
mixed lines in big mountain terrain, in a couple of
the great mountain ranges of the world. Other than
that, continue to climb at a high level in the ice
and mixed world. Put up the occasional odd worthwhile
route locally and show people a great way of life through
my guiding.
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