The following post was put together by Cheryl about her adventures of Climbing all the Cathedral Spires...
Ever since I started climbing in the Black Hills, the Cathedral Spires has had a special allure. This was not just another generic cliff band lined with countless routes ending at two-bolt anchors with beefy chains. No, this was a place to get lost and wander for hours in a maze of granite. What would be around the next corner? A treasure trove of rose quartz?…a sheer hundred-foot drop-off?…a mama goat and kid?… …a mossy, fern-filled chimney?… a moonwort?....yes, yes, yes, yes!! A world of wonder, just a short jaunt from the pavement...
I knew that ol’ Jim Slichter had been climbing in the area since the glory-days. He spent countless days scampering about the needles and had bagged all but one of the Cathedral Spires. I’d seen his name in many a summit register and was inspired by his tenacity. Climbing all the spires seemed like a fun goal, but would chasing after all these obscure 5.6s really be worthy? Well, I got sucked in (you might say obsessed) pretty quickly. Sure, there are plenty of choss-pile routes that I will never do again, but the entire adventure was a delight. I would often find myself rattling through the remaining spires in my head and strategizing a plan for the next climbing day. Jim also climbed his last of the spires earlier last summer, 35 years after he climbed the first one. Way to go Jim!
The “spires project” probably began in earnest in late 2009. Eric & I had been fairly regular climbing partners for the past few years. Some seasons we had better luck getting out than others. Eric is a busy guy and I am always amazed at how he keeps it all balanced – teenaged daughter, host to countless couch-surfers, volunteer at the local food co-op, traveling about for work, etc. Even before “the project” was official Eric & I would often find ourselves heading up to the Cathedral Spires to feed the adventure addiction. I had probably already climbed about half of the 80 or so spires. Eric had quite a few more to do, but they were such fun the first time that I didn’t mind repeating them to get him caught up.
We met through our mutual friend, and local climbing rock star, Curt. Unlike Eric and me, who have trouble remembering what we climbed last week, Curt has the uncanny ability to recall every gear placement and hand-hold on every climb he’s ever done. He can always provide details on where to find each “door jamb”, “light switch” or hidden “thumb catch”. His positive outlook and talent at relating to all types of people naturally seems to bring folks together. After Curt moved on to adventures of mountain biking and gas drilling Eric & I started climbing together.
If you have a need for “high mileage” climbing days, the spires are probably not for you. This is a place better suited for 5.8 adventurers than 5.12 hard-bodies. We had more than a few “three-spire days”. (Yes, we spent all day climbing and only did three pitches.) I mean, we are admittedly pretty slow, but by the time you find the spire you want to climb, figure out which way to go up, muster up the courage to do it and then figure out how to get down you’ve whiled away some time. Descents were sometimes more involved than the climb, requiring replacement of crispy white webbing or other “creative” measures. As our friend Miss Lindsay often sings in her best Billy Idol voice, “it’s a nice day for some...white webbing” in the Cathedral Spires.
The goal was to climb all of the named spires, but some of the most fun was had climbing (and naming) some of the unnamed spires. This admittedly often happened because we were lost or confused. I noted July 31st, 2010 as “a day of confusion”. We headed up what I assumed had to be Tuning Fork, since it was a very tuning fork-ish two-pronged spire next to Sharp. But alas, I was wrong. (The real Tuning Fork is much more impressive, with an airy two-rope rap off the steep southeast side.) We named our poorly-tuned first attempt Pitch Pipe. The same day we tried to head up Heck of a Note from the 1-2 gully instead of starting up the Conn route on the other side. I was lured in by a nice looking wide crack that I thought would get us there, but instead we landed on top of the shorter spire in the notch between Heck of a Note and Tuning Fork. We dubbed it Staccato and would return to find that Heck of a Note another day.
Other new spires include Accidental, Freak’s Friend, Bunion’s Buddy, Big Stem and Exacerbation Spire. Someone’s probably climbed at least some of these before, but I don’t know who. Besides, naming things is fun! One day we stumbled across several tiny ferns, known as moonworts, near the base of an unnamed spire that we climbed and called Moonwort Monument.
Another highlight was following in the footsteps of Herb and Jan Conn, the original Needles adventurers. It was neat to sign some of their cool old registers that have been perched on summits for over half a century. When faced with a challenging or scary section of a climb, I’d imagine those two just scampering up there in their tennis shoes. We joked about getting “What would Jan do?” bracelets made up for those cruxy moments.

I also enjoyed scrambling up and down snow filled gullies on those early spring forays. However, there were some days, while perched on a chilly belay ledge, when I would catch myself wondering why I was up in the cold windy spires instead of at some sunny south-facing crag. But alas, the next weekend I would find myself up there again lured in by the magic and adventure of the best backyard in the world.
Stay tuned for "Tales of the Final Spire".....