In some respects, Roaring Brook Falls isn’t such a great climb. The rock can be loose, mossy, or wet. And there are places where you can’t find cracks to insert protective gear—cams or chocks that are clipped to the rope to catch a fall. In short, it can be slippery and dangerous.
Nevertheless, R.L. Stolz regards it as an Adirondack classic. Since the 1980s, he has climbed the lower part of the route maybe a hundred times and done the whole 520-foot route about twenty times. “This is a very pretty climb,” says Stolz, co-owner of Alpine Adventures in Keene. “It’s unique in that you’re climbing next to a waterfall. The downside is that it’s a little grungy in places.”
Not just any waterfall. Roaring Brook Falls is a landmark, one of the most well-known (and photographed) cascades in the Adirondacks. It plunges about three hundred feet in full view of passing motorists on Route 73. The base of the falls is reached by a short hike from the Giant Mountain trailhead in St. Huberts.
Since taking up rock climbing several years ago, I have been intrigued by the prospect of ascending the falls. This is not a new idea. In 1938, Jim Goodwin mentioned the climb in an article for the Adirondack Mountain Club. Roaring Brook Falls also was included in A Climber’s Guide to the Adirondacks, the region’s first rock-climbing guidebook, published in 1967.
“Loose rock and too much vegetation make the third [and final] pitch somewhat unattractive,” the book warned. “It can be avoided by escaping left into the trees.”
Frankly, that seems like bad advice. If you want the whole experience, you need to climb to the top of the falls, where Roaring Brook hurtles over a ledge and splashes down a narrow chimney. It’s a spectacular finish to the climb, and there’s none other like it in the Adirondacks.
The modern guidebook Adirondack Rock awards Roaring Brook Falls four out of five stars for the overall quality of the climb. “The fantastic setting with the views of the Great Range and the pounding water makes this a great adventure,” the book says.
Adirondack Rock rates Roaring Brook Falls 5.7 on the climber’s scale of difficulty (known as the Yosemite Decimal System). Once, this would have been regarded as a hard climb, but by today’s standards, it is thought of as moderate in difficulty.
Stolz worries that the rating might lull climbers into overlooking the dangers of Roaring Brook Falls, namely the slippery rock and the lack of protection. A few people have died from falls while scrambling around without a rope. Hikers also have fallen to their deaths from the top of the cascade. “It seems benign—until it isn’t,” Stolz remarks.
That said, much of Roaring Brook Falls is considerably easier than 5.7, more like scrambling than technical climbing. If led by a competent guide, a novice could do this climb, assuming he or she has some experience and is undaunted by heights.
Normally, the climb is divided into three pitches, each more than 150 feet long. At the end of each pitch, the first climber anchors himself to the rock and then belays the second. In our case, Stolz will split the route into five pitches, primarily to improve the opportunities for photographs.
R.L. and his wife, Karen, are as serious about photography as they are about climbing. On the day of our adventure, both carry cameras. As R.L. and I climb the falls, Karen will ascend through the woods, emerging at strategic vantage points to take photos of us.
R.L. plans to take additional shots with a pocket camera. I, too, have a camera. This may be the most photographed climb since Sixty Minutes filmed Alex Honnold’s solo ascent of a 1,600-foot cliff in Yosemite.
R.L. and Karen are shooting pictures for the Explorer and for a coffee-table book on Adirondack climbing that they hope to publish late this year. The working title is Classic Adirondack Climbs. It will describe fifty or so stellar routes, amply illustrated with color photographs. Unlike many climbing books, this one will focus on moderate routes, such as Quadrophenia on Hurricane Crag, The Matrix on Rogers Rock, Empress on Chapel Pond Slab, and, of course, Roaring Brook Falls.
In other words, it’s a book for all climbers, not just elite rock stars. R.L. feels that too many climbers get hung up on difficulty ratings and pay insufficient attention to the aesthetic character of a route. “For some people, if there’s a 5.13 out there, they’ve got to climb it. If it happens to be in a quarry behind a welding shop, they don’t care. I do care,” he says.
Just what makes a climb a classic is hard to say. However, most of the climbs the Stolzes chose for their book are multi-pitch routes in scenic settings that they and their clients have especially enjoyed. Often, they have a good story to tell about the route. “Half of the routes in the book are obvious and half are not,” R.L. says.
Like their life, the book is a joint project of R.L. and Karen. Now in their late fifties, they started Alpine Adventures in 1985 after traveling and climbing around the world. They wrote a business plan while waiting out a storm in a hut in New Zealand. Both had visited the Adirondacks many times and enjoyed the region, so they bought a house in Keene and have been there ever since.
They like the small-town friendliness of the community—which proved to be an ideal place to raise their son, Kevin, who is now a professional jazz pianist. “Everybody looks after each other,” R.L. says. “It’s the way it used to be, or the way we want to think it used to be.”
When they started Alpine Adventures, rock climbing was something of a fringe sport. It has since gained wider popularity, thanks in part to the spread of climbing gyms. The Stolzes guide clients on climbs and treks not only in the Adirondacks, but also in such far-flung places as the Dolomites in Italy, the Blue Mountains in Australia, the Annapurna Sanctuary in Nepal, and the Anti-Atlas Mountains in Morocco. In 2013, Karen took a client up Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest peak in Africa.
Both are also expert ice climbers and backcountry skiers. R.L, in fact, used to be a competitive freestyle skier. Several years after moving to Keene, he made the first known ski descent of Chapel Pond Slab, which is steep enough to qualify as a technical climbing route in winter or summer. He warns that the slab should be skied only by experts experienced in extreme descents (the black-diamond trails at Whiteface don’t qualify you) and only if conditions are just right. Falling is not an option.
“I waited eight years to ski that,” he recalls. “We had climbed it the day before. The snow was like forty feet deep at the bottom.”
R.L. estimates that he has climbed Roaring Brook Falls three hundred times in winter (with crampons and ice axes), but he cannot imagine skiing it. “Without wings, it strikes me as a very dubious proposition,” he remarks.
A fall in summer at Roaring Brook Falls could be just as dangerous as one in winter. So as we put on our harnesses and helmets at the base of the waterfall, I am grateful that I won’t be on the sharp end of the rope—parlance for leading a climb. In rock climbing, it is the leader who assumes the lion’s share of the risk. An assortment of cams, chocks, and carabiners dangles from R.L.’s harness. My load is limited to a belay device, a few carabiners, and a nut tool used to extract chocks from cracks.
According to the guidebook, the climb begins in the center of a large white slab to the left of the waterfall. In 2011, however, Tropical Storm Irene washed away much of the vegetation that had been growing close to the waterfall. Instead of taking the traditional start, R.L. intends to climb over the newly exposed rock, a line he pioneered soon after the storm. He calls it After Irene.
“Irene changed the place dramatically,” he says, pointing out the route. “That was a forest. You couldn’t even climb over there.”
He warns that the rock on the first pitch, though dry, is polished and slippery. With that, he steps onto the face and scrambles about fifty feet to a ledge, where he sets up a belay anchor. Nowhere along the way is he able to put in a cam or chock.
“I guess I won’t need my nut tool,” I shout up.
“Not on this pitch,” he replies.
The rope is tied to my harness. Once R.L. pulls it taut, I follow. The rock is indeed very smooth, but it’s fairly low angle and so I am able to scamper upward without trouble.
The next part is a bit harder. Although it would be easier to go straight up, R.L. opts to traverse right, beneath an overhang, and then up a right-facing corner. This way brings us closer to the waterfall—“the gestalt of the climb,” as he puts it.
We end this short pitch (which could be combined with the first) at the first of two soaking pools. On a hot day, it would be tempting to take a dip. This is another feature that makes Roaring Brook Falls a classic. “Where else can you climb up to take a swim?” Adirondack Rock asks.
And where else can you find a swimming hole with such stupendous views? By now we can see most of the peaks in the Great Range, a massive wall of green set against a blue sky.
The next pitch is mostly a scramble over easy terrain. The tricky bit comes at the start, where we must surmount a large bulge on small footholds. For my benefit, R.L. dabs the first hold with climber’s chalk. When he places his foot, however, something doesn’t feel right. He tests the hold a few more times before realizing the initial hold is a few inches below. “I knew there was another hold,” he tells me. “My problem is I’ve got ten thousand climbs zooming around in my head.”
We end up on a spacious ledge near the second soaking pool. It’s safe here without being tethered to an anchor or on belay. We cross the ledge together and climb a short distance to blocky brown rock next to the brook. Once I put R.L. on belay again, he crosses the stream, climbs beside it, and sets up an anchor by looping slings over a pair of somewhat loose boulders.
“Phil, this anchor really sucks!” he yells down.
With that thought planted in my mind, I cautiously step across the stream and climb the dirty, mossy rock alongside it. Thankfully, the pitch is short and easy, and there are no slips.
In our fifth and final pitch, R.L. re-crosses the stream to dry rock, then angles up and right to the very top of the waterfall. He anchors himself to a tree and puts me on belay. Before starting up, I take a few photos of the slings.
“No laughing at the anchor!” R.L. shouts.
“It’s hard not to,” I answer.
After crossing the stream, I traverse right until I’m at the top of the cataract, where the water rushes down a narrow flume. I’m so close that I feel its mist. At R.L.’s request, I pose for photos. I don’t mind, not because I’m vain, but because it gives me a moment to enjoy the view down the waterfall and toward the mountains in the distance. I’m almost disappointed when the photo session ends. I make one or two easy moves and hoist myself onto a broad ledge where R.L. and Karen are waiting. We change into our hiking shoes, sort the gear, coil the rope, and start down the trail back to Route 73.
The climb turned out to be easier than I expected, but it confirmed R.L.’s observation that a rock route needn’t be difficult to be fun or aesthetically pleasing—meaningful, if you will. Roaring Brook Falls is a classic in my book too.
Photos, from above: With the Great Range as backdrop, R.L. Stolz belays Phil Brown on After Irene (Photo by Karen Stolz); Phil finishes the route near the top of the waterfall (R.L Stolz); Karen Stolz; (R.L Stolz); and map by Nancy Bernstein.
This story originally appeared in the Adirondack Explorer, a nonprofit newsmagazine devoted to the protection and enjoyment of the Adirondack Park. Get a full print or digital subscription here
Great story, Phil. I go to the base of the falls once a week or so and never knew people climbed the falls. The trail to the base passes through one of the most spectacular old growth hardwood stands (sugar maple, ash, hemlock) in the Adirondacks. And it’s super accessible, too. Thanks for the report!
You’re right about the old growth. I hiked through the area last week and took more photos of the trees than the falls. Climb the falls but don’t miss the forest for the trees.
A now little-known fact about Roaring Brook Falls is that it the slides in 1963 caused the entire brook to be diverted to Putnam Brook to the north. Only because a crew of rangers worked for two weeks to build cribbing to put the brook back in its original course is Roaring Brook Falls still a falls. This piece of backwoods engineering is most easily found by going up through the designated camping area 1/2 mile above the falls and then following the stream for another few hundred yards to the cribbing.
I checked the cribbing after Irene. It appeared that the water had for a time been washing over the cribbing, but no damage was done the the then nearly 50-year-old structure.
Tony, thanks for that little tidbit of information. I stumbled over the cribbing many years ago and had no idea why it was there. Now it makes sense.
Is camping allowed near Roaring Brook Falls? We plan to hike Giant and Rocky Peak Ridge.
I don’t know of any campsite at the base of the falls. Generally you can camp anywhere on state land if you are 150 feet from a trail or stream. Link below contains the regs.