How soon do your crampons go on?

How soon do your crampons go on?

Equipment, technique, safety. Pretty much everything any of us ever does on a hill relates to all three of these, and they’re inextricably intertwined.

The right equipment, used properly, helps ensure that we’re safe. The wrong equipment, or the right equipment used wrongly, or too much inappropriate equipment – such that it gives a false sense of security and slows progress – can lead to problems.

For me, equipment has always been the least interesting of the three: the glossy hill magazines might be ever more crammed with the most lightweight this and the shiniest new that, but it all passes me by – in summer at least.

In winter, there’s more of a premium on precision, on getting it right. Mess up, even slightly, and the underfoot conditions, the blizzardy spindrifty weather and the woeful lack of daylight tend to take their toll. I say this not as a tigerish ice climber, more a plod-about week-in-week-out hillwalker, keen to keep at it as regularly in January as in June.

It’s equipment of the spiky-feet variety that I want to discuss here. I’m old enough to recall when crampons were somewhat frowned upon in the British hills. Grizzled wisebeards with memories of nailed boots tut-tutted that crampons construed laziness, or cheating.

Much better to cut steps with smooth swings of the wooden-shafted axe. Well, maybe, but that did rather overlook the tendency for Vibram-soled boots to be as skiddy on icy slopes as roller skates on wet linoleum, and a lot more lethal.

I’ve written previously, elsewhere, about the increasing numbers who climb sizeable hills in winter armed only with a trekking pole or two. To me, such people have got the equipment/technique/safety equation seriously out of kilter. Would they just as happily drive to the hill in a car with no brakes?

In situations like this, crampons are fully justified

In situations like this, crampons are fully justified

Now I’m starting to wonder if the opposite extreme is likewise on the increase, having twice of late encountered absurdly inappropriate crampon-wearing. The first was on Beinn Ime, after a week when much snow had fallen.

My old mucker Warbeck and I were in knee-deep trudge mode the moment we stepped off the A83. For an hour we took different routes (Warbeck veered away up the side of the Cobbler for reasons only he knows), but when we regrouped, on Beinn Ime’s south ridge, he reported having chatted with two women wearing crampons in snow so deep and soft that even snowshoes might have been swallowed up.

The women duly arrived at the summit, having reverted to normal footwear and speeded up considerably. But also at the summit were two fit young types, of the hollow-cheeked, run-a-Ramsay-Round-for-fun variety, and at least one was crampon-shod. Very odd.

The other instance was even odder. I was alone on one of the local-Ochil loops that I’ve done more times than is sensible. No snow or ice below 450m, and only tussocky stuff up top. I didn’t meet the person in question, but their crampon-spoor was to be seen on the 620m-ish col between Ben Cleuch and the Law.

The latter is sharp as Ochil summits go, but it’s hardly Suilven. The col is broad and gentle. The path wasn’t icy – pleasantly grippy if anything – and even had it been, there were acres of soft-snow tussocks alongside.

I don’t mean to sound disapproving. Far better to overcook crampon-use than to not have them at all. I’m cautious that way myself, often carrying them on the off-chance and frequently putting them on ahead of companions (who then mock my wimpishness). But in over 750 ascents of Ben Cleuch, many of them in winter, I’ve never once wished for crampons up top, let alone worn them. I’ve occasionally thought they would be useful in the lower gorges, but I’ve never worn them there, either.

Why not don the spikes when the floor could be slippery: extreme washing-up

Why not don the spikes when the kitchen floor could be slippery? Extreme washing-up

So why had someone been wearing them that day? If the person reads this, please do write in; I’m not being critical, merely curious. Perhaps a new pair was being test-driven on easy terrain – but even then it was a strange place, in strange conditions, to choose.

I’m all for unorthodox equipment-use if it makes practical sense. Recently, with friends on Beinn Bhuidhe above Glen Fyne, we didn’t dig out the crampons until the summit cone at 800m, but kept them on until 450m on descent, exploiting ribbons of water-ice on the grassy slopes. But even allowing for that kind of lateral thinking, I remain baffled by the Beinn Ime and Ochils examples.

Of course two incidents don’t make a trend (whereas I’m in no doubt that there is a definite trend for the no axe/crampons asking-for-trouble approach), and the observations could simply be isolated and anecdotal.

Perhaps, however, there’s now a school of thought that crampons should go on as soon as snow, any snow, is encountered. If so, it would be the winter-hill equivalent of those drivers who adopt an either/or attitude towards the pedals: braking as soon as they see a Slow sign, rather than simply taking their foot off the accelerator. What’s wrong with driving smoothly/wearing crampons normally?

© Dave Hewitt 2009