A Rock Climbing Van Trip to Hells Canyon
Sometimes I visit a new destination carrying expectations. For rock climbing in Hells Canyon? Nope!
I van tripped there on a passable rumor from a guy (who knew a guy) claiming the existence of hundreds of bolted climbing routes. The interwebs proved less helpful: “There is no guidebook – hike up and climb stuff.”
Heading Into the Canyon
For the uninitiated, Hells Canyon forms the border between NE Oregon and Idaho. The Snake River separates the two states and cuts the deepest canyon in the states. Steep trails head uphill from the many pullouts along the road.
The road from Baker City heads east, cell signal weakening. Around Oxbow, a tiny town on the border, no signal is the name of the game. Put that phone on airplane mode and enjoy the serenity.
Miles back on the east side of the Snake River is the Alison Creek pullout. From the parking lot, a half dozen hulking limestone formations loom just a short (steep) hike away, most stacked with bolted sport routes.
Every climbing area has its own ethics. In Hells Canyon, the local route developers keep new projects under wraps and suppress any guidebook or online route guide development. Having climbed frequently at the zoo that is Smith Rock, I appreciate their perspective! Hey, they’re nice enough to bolt the routes, so I’m not going to complain.
The canyon lies in national forest with prime free camping next to the river. We chose a perfect spot shaded by arching cottonwoods that framed views of the water and our climbing destination. Not gonna lie, the pull to hang in a camp chair and read a book was stronnng.
All Alone in Hells Canyon
Somehow, we rallied. Hiking in to climb on day one, we met a couple from my hometown (shout out to Moscow, ID!). They told us two things: 1) an irritated rattlesnake lay poised just upstream and 2) “The route on the left side of that wall is an 11c; the ones to the right are harder.” No dummy, I sent Sean ahead in his long pants and hung back yelling “HEY SNAKEY SNAKEY,” a variation of my ultra-effective bear repellent song (heyyy bear!).
Those vague tips were the only beta we received in three days. In fact, those were the only other people we saw the entire time. Hells Canyon is a remote, untrammeled area of the world, and I bet it stays that way. With few amenities, no guidebook, and GASP no possibility of posting Instagram Stories while there, it won’t turn it into a Yosemite Falls gridlock, don’t worry.
This isn’t a climbing blog, so I won’t bore you with tales of glory and the excellent fun. (A small victory, I did onsight the aforementioned 5.11c.) Beyond the climbing, my favorite aspect of Hells Canyon was the remoteness and discovery aspect. Every route offered panoramic views of the canyon.
After two days of shredding our fingertips on sharp limestone, we opted for a rest day trail run. Sweaty uphill work brought us to a ridge traverse through wildflowers, a rollicking jaunt with sweeping views of the canyon. The route finding and downed trees stayed right in line with the rowdy spirit of the canyon.
We cleaned up with a dip in the brace-yourself cold river, then ate lunch sitting by the side of the river. (Mega burritos for the win). The serenity, lack of cell service, and excellent options for adventure made it hard to peel away so fast, but it was time to point the vans south to meet some buddies. Onward to the City of Rocks!
Nomnomnom. Final lunch in the perfect campsite before hitting the road.
This paragraph was as magical as that campground tree: “After two days of shredding our fingertips…”
However, it contained a very puzzling phrase that I’m hoping you can help me understand: “Rest day trail run.” I even tried clicking on Strava to make sense of it. Nope. Nope.
Haaaa, fair enough. Rest day (for our fingers) trail run perhaps? Certainly when I was gasping on the way up the 3000′ climb, I wasn’t thinking, “Ahhh, this is so restful! Perhaps I’ll read a book and sip some kombucha.”
I’m way too old to learn to climb but your photos have put this on my destination list. Gotta transit to build out, have sailed many years and adventure motorcycled but this off grid, uncrowded and cell service area looks like me. Thank you so much for your blog and photos and keep up the great work.
Those are some cool adventures you’ve had! Awesome. Thanks for the nice comment and here’s to taking that Transit out and camping out under that cottonwood and just soaking in the silence.
The pics were just beautiful…and your brief descriptions perfect. For a minute I was with you. Thanks for sharing.
I tried to mostly let the pictures do the talking! Glad you could join me there. Such a special zone!
You went!!! So cool dude. I want to get out here! We’ve obviously got LOTS to catch up on!
Can you tell me where that beautiful camping spot next to the river is? Thanks so much!
Hey Holly, sorry for the delay on this. That spot is linked to right under the picture and is called Alice Creek, I believe…