by Lynn Hill
The climb began inauspiciously one summer in 1979. The weather was getting hot in the Valley, so we asked John Bachar to give us a ride up to Tuolumne Meadows. Since Fairview Dome is the tallest, most aesthetic looking of the Meadows' smooth granite domes, we headed directly there. Yabo’s commitment to free climbing was so convincing, he sometimes appeared to have a mystical quality. As he slung our minimalist rack of gear over his shoulder, I felt a sense of blind faith. In reality, though, I had no idea what I was getting into.
Yabo began leading the first pitch up a steep shield of glacier-polished rock that gleamed like a mirror. Standing on a small ledge 100 feet off the ground, he belayed me up. Then it was my turn to lead. Above me rose a shallow left-facing dihedral leading to a blank, burnished face above. I climbed to the base of the thin dihedral, placed a small hexagonal shaped nut in the crack, and then continued up for 15 more feet until the crack ended at a smooth, featureless face. I had no idea where this vague path would take me, but I knew that the next 20 feet would be severe.
“Yabo, watch me. This looks very hard and insecure. If I fall from here, I’ll hit that ledge sixty feet below me.”
“I’m watching you. Go for it. You won’t fall,” Yabo shouted convincingly.