The Bunker Rock Climbing

Above all else, Front Range climbing is known for its variety. These mountains and foothills offer a little bit of everything, and climbers of all tastes can generally find something that suits them. However, one style has always been a bit lacking—long, steeply overhanging, enduro jug-hauling. For decades now, desperate Front Rangers have had no choice but to endure the weekly Friday evening gridlock pilgrimage to Rifle to get their pumpfest fix. Not anymore.

This crag was first discovered over a decade ago, by some unknown benefactor of another era [perhaps Mike Freischlag, per Tod Anderson], who ultimately scoped, cleaned, and equipped a handful of the most obvious lines. According to legend, these routes were never redpointed, the developer moved on to other non-climbing interests, and the crag sat abandoned, waiting to be rediscovered. Word about this crag has been passed between locals for years, but for whatever reason, it has garnered little serious interest.

This changed in the summer of 2014. It seemed the Clear Creek community was finally ready for The Bunker — a fully modern crag that climbs like an outdoor gym. It’s as if a chunk of the Gunks broke free, hurtled across the continent, crash-landed on the north facing slope—listing to a 45-degree overhang, and was mercifully rap-bolted before the myopic trad-lodytes could stake their “No Progress Allowed” signs. The lines are wildly overhanging, long, pumpy, and hard. This is a place that rewards dynamic movement—where “footwork” means heel hooks, toe-cams, bicycles, and kneebars. Routes here climb out as much as they do up, requiring a rare combination of power and stamina. That said, these are not mindless jug hauls. The movement can be esoteric and creative. The result is a collection of climbs from 5.13a to mid-5.14 that rival any other Front Range crag.

However, The Bunker offers more than just a good workout. No Clear Creek crag can match its breath-taking position. The crag is perched crown-like, literally at the top of the canyon, surveying its mighty kingdom of rushing waters, towering pines, and piercing stones. At such height, road noise is but a memory, falcons circle at eye-level, and a steady breeze provides reasonable conditions all summer long.

No crag is perfect, and the Bunker does have its drawbacks. The approach is long, steep and hard. The base of the cave is guarded by a system of low-angle slabs, some extending more than 100 feet to flat ground (a network of fixed lines mitigates this hassle, providing quick and easy access to several spacious, flat belay stances—see individual route descriptions for specific belay beta). The rock is not perfect. A band of flaky pegmatite cuts across the cave at mid-height, and so most routes include a few obligatory, sub-standard holds to get through the decomposing layer (despite appearances, the darker bands of stone are impressively solid). Due to the difficulty of cleaning on near-horizontal terrain, some of the rock is coated in a non-threatening, albeit mildly annoying, film of exfoliating sand and stone. With traffic, this minor inconvenience will dissipate.

The cave faces North-Northwest and gets full shade until around 4pm or so near the summer solstice. A 50m rope works for most routes, depending on the belay stance. Most of the routes are fixed, but you may want to bring some slings to mitigate rope drag.

Routes L-> R:

A. 5.11
B. 5.11
C1. Saigon, 13a, 1p, 60', bolts.
C2. Apoca-Lips Now!, 13b, 1p, 50', bolts.
D. Charlie Don’t Surf, 14-, 1p, 60', bolts.
E. Valkyrie, 14a, 1p, 60', bolts.
F. Fury, 13d, 1p, 80', bolts.
G1. Full Metal Jacket, 13c, 1p, 60', bolts.
G2. 14:59, 13a, 1p, 50', bolts.
H. Born on the 4th of July, 14, 1p, 70', bolts.
I1. Trooper, 11+, 1p, 60', bolts.
I2. The Smear Hunter, 13, 1p, 65', bolts.
J. First Blood, 12-, 1p, 40', bolts.
K. Uncommon Valor, 13, 1p, 35', bolts.
L. Bunker Boy, 11-, 1p, 90', gear.