|The Treasure Chest
The left-facing corner on the right side of the Treasure Chest, Gritty Kitty is a comfortable lead for those learning to trad climb. The gear placements are surprisingly solid for sandstone and there are plenty of rests along the way.
Gear up to 5 inches and a 2 bolt top anchor up top.
BETA PHOTO: View from wave-breaking rock
|By Avery Worthing-Jones|
Sep 22, 2003
Fun warm up. Great hands and feet the whole way up. Not a lot to say here, just your standard sandstone ladder.
|By lars johnson|
From: San Francisco, CA
Aug 20, 2005
Steve Bosque and I climbed this route and several other trad lines at Salt Point back in the mid to late 1970's. It was our ethic to never use any fixed pro or even chalk! I remember looking at the wall to the left of "Gritty Kitty" and thinking that someday someone much better than we were would do this climb.Hats off to the new wave of bold sea cliff climbers.I do have some concern about the proliferation of bolts and their longterm safety.Any bolt placed in sandstone is suspect, but then add salt water and you have a recipe for disaster.They may look good on the outside, but behind the scenes insidious rot is occuring. As climbers we want to leave a legacy of beautiful and creative routes that will stand the test of time.I'm already seeing rusty stubs sticking out of parts of sentinal rock. We as climbers need to guard how others [ie the rangers and public] perceive us or our priviledge may be taken from us.We always felt that Salt Point was a cherished and sacred place, once home to Pomo Indians.It was our ethic to leave no trace. My sense is that existing and future efforts could easily be toproped, but of course these are the futile ravings of a senile old man.The coarse but porous nature of the rock will show our prescence long after we are gone if we tread heavily.
By the way, "Gritty Kiity" was originally named "Spread Eagle" and clocked in at 5.8. But then in EB's with hexes it might have been!I'll try to find an old slide of this route and scan it. I remember being scared shitless as the tide was crashing over the belay.