The Black Velvet Wall is certainly one of RR's proudest, large formations. The well known classic Epinepherine resides there as well as a host of other more obscure, but excellant climbs. One such route is Texas Hold 'Em, a 1000 foot 5.11c that climbs half of the formation on a steep, varnished face. It is a direct, no nonsense line that to me, has a major asthetic appeal. At the end of TH'E, one can either rappel or join the old school classic Lonestar, a seldom done 5.11 that the guidebook labels "a major undertaking", and follow it another 1000 feet to the top of the formation. After talking with a few of Zach's freinds, we found out the link may not have ever been done. They also made sure we knew that we were biting off a big chunk. I couldn't help but be drawn by this major line of weakness through unlikely terrain on a major face and that evening we were throwing gear together for an attempt the next day.
The following morning sees us firing up the initial pitches. They are moderate, but sandy. The low angle movement is a good warm up for the steep varnished wall above. As we go higher the rock becomes bullet proof. It seems to offer just enough features to make wild sequences possible. The overabundance of holds usually experianced at RR's is not found here. These pitches have a pure, asthetic appeal and the climbing is superb. Steep cracks, flares, boulder problems, and slab sequences carry us through the technical cruxes. We climb one pitch up Lone Star where we take a small break to look at the topo and eat a bar. The topo shows eight more pitches to the top. I know the light will go soon, but we've got head lamps and we're sure of our abilities on this terrain. We punch up a large dihedral. I try to be methodical and precise rather than hurried. Belay exchanges are a snap of the fingers. I finish leading a wet 5.10 pitch, sling a scrub oak and bring Zach up and over. He moves through the belay without grabbing any gear, and quickly runs out 70 feet of 5.6 around a corner to a belay. I click on my headlamp, try to ignore a windy rain that is falling, and follow in the dark. After crossing the arete I look up at the final pitch, a boltless, 20o foot 5.9 R slab. I can't see much in the dark, but the stone is clearly wet, the streaks glistnining in the light of my headlamp. Facing this pitch in these conditions has been a fear of mine all day. Sure enough, here I am wih nothing to do but take us to the top. I don't waste much time before starting the pitch. Over about 45 minutes I stretch the rope out over the featured face, finding itermitent gear. Even the lights of a major metropolis at my back can not tame the intensity. I feel as out there as ever in those moments.
All in all, the Texas Hold 'Em/Lone Star link up provided just what I was looking for. A long adventerous route that required a belief in our selves and a desire to succeed. There are plenty of these lines in Red Rocks and I hope to climb many of them in the future.