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Friday, August 12, 2016

Mt Idaho - 12,065 feet and Mt. Morrison 11,367 feet


Mt. Idaho
I'm on the 10 year plan for completing Idaho's nine peaks at about 12,000 feet - the so called "12'ers".  Dylan and I started this quest back in 2009 by climbing Mt. Borah  ( http://fadgenfamily.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html ).  The last 12'er I completed, Mt Leatherman, I have done twice ( http://fadgenfamily.blogspot.com/2013/08/leatherman-peak-12230-feet.html and http://fadgenfamily.blogspot.com/2016/06/leatherman-peak-12228-ski.html ). With time running out on my ten year time frame, I met up with my buddy, Steve Mandella, Sunday evening to climb Mt Idaho, Idaho's 7th highest peak.

We caught up with each other while enjoying a great dinner of T-Bone steaks, sweet potato and apple hash, blackberry pie and a couple of beers.  With full bellies, it wasn't too difficult to turn in early for our 5AM wake up. 

We parked at Elkhorn Creek and were walking up the trail at 6:15AM.  It was looking like it was going to be a gorgeous day, cool, sunny and little wind.  The trails winds through the sagebrush, before stating the uphill grind through the trees. 



Peak 11,967
We were making good time in the shade, progressing upward at 1500' per hour all the while enjoying the views in the Elkhorn Creek cirque.  After a couple of hours, we broke out into the sunshine at about 10K feet and took an extended break.  Staring us in the face was the scree slope leading to the west face of Mt Idaho.
Eastern slope of Mt Morrison
Steve heading up
Mt Morrison (left)
Breaking out into the sunshine
Mt Idaho
We followed the trail through the scree, seen above, until we reached a section of white rock, where we obtained the ridge.

Unknown to us, the trail split at this ridge and we mistakenly took the right fork. We probably didn't see the left turn that went over the ridge due to it being in the shade.  As we were crossing the class 3+ rock seen in the picture below, I kept thinking that we were off trail.  But, someone had left a large walking stick (Brett maybe?), so we kept moving along.  It was't until the descent that we found the correct (easier) route.

Don't go this way!
Back on trail
We followed the trail until we reached the west face and here we split up.  Steve took the semi-solid rock to the left side while I took the right.  This allowed us to move up without worrying about kicking rocks on each other.
Loose, rocky west face
Steve almost to the summit
We scrambled up without much difficulty and reached the top at 10:45, 4.5 hours after we had started.  This was Steve's 9th and final Idaho 12'er and my 7th.  The views from the summit did not disappoint, with Mount Borah standing tall and proud just to our north. 

Mt Borah
We took a nice break on top of Mt Idaho, surveying the surroundings, while fueling up for the next objective, Mt. Morrison.  
Ridge from Mt. Idaho to Mt. Morrison
Mt. Idaho summit Splattski
With our mojo rising, we did our best at boot skiing our way down the loose rocks on the face of Mt. Idaho.  We traversed across the ridge, this time correcting the error made on the ascent in the white rock section, before obtaining the connecting ridge to Mt. Morrison.
Steve dropping off of Mt. Idaho
It's only "over there"
Close up of Mt. Morrison
The first obstacle on the ridge was a gnarly looking rock outcropping.  Rather than go up and over this, we decided to drop down 300 feet or so and traverse below it.  The going down part wasn't too bad, but the traverse was pretty loose, and it was starting to heat up a bit.  Once around the outcropping, we then had to go back up the 300 feet that we had previously lost.  I was having second thoughts at this point, but since it was my idea to add this peak for the day, I applied Rule #5.

Steve on the way back up after crossing below the rock outcropping
Back on the ridge with Mt. Idaho on the left
Once around the outcropping, we had a real good look at Mt. Morrison, and it wasn't going to be a simple walk-up.
The summit is back there somewhere
The fun was just beginning!  We would move over one section of the rocky ridge only to encounter a drop off that we didn't feel comfortable negotiating.  No worries, just down climb a bit, search for a natural ledge to skirt this sketchy section, and repeat as necessary. We picked our way up and around for the next half  hour before the actual summit came into view.  All the while I was humming Doors tunes!

Steve just about getting blown over while heading for the summit of Morrison
Mt. Morrison summit Splattski
After all the route finding and class 3 scrambling, we were pretty happy to be on the summit of this peak, We didn't linger though, as the wind was howling, and the clouds were building.  Neither one of us wanted to retrace our steps, so we moved down the Southwest ridge hoping to find an easy way down.


No such luck, this pile of rubble, called Mt. Morrison, wan't going to go easy.  We picked our way down the loose rock for close to a 1000 feet before we could get in some scree small enough to allow us to boot ski a little.  
Cool rock formation on the SW ridge 
Steve picking his way down
After another 1000 feet of descent we finally hit the trail at 9K feet.  Only another 2K of hiking and we were back at the truck enjoying a couple of large, cold beers!
Looking back up our descent route
I'd like to thank Steve for the opportunity to put in a big day.  These other obscure peaks are so close to the more popular peaks and are usually a lot more fun.  Great day!

Stats:
Time: 10.5 hours ca to car
Distance: ~8 miles
Elevation: 5800 feet





Saturday, July 16, 2016

Glacier Peak July 11-14



Glacier Peak is probably the least known Washington volcano peak and was not my peak list.  But with 7500 feet of prominence, it was on Michael's list.  Always up for an adventure, I jumped at the chance to join John, Michael and Brian for a four day hike/climb in the Glacier Peak Wilderness area.  The three Idaho guys met up with Brian at his place in Castle Rock, WA, Monday evening for some of his famous lasagna and to sort our gear so we weren't doubling up on things.

We found out on the drive North that we should have spent more time sorting gear rather than eating lasagna.  I mentioned to John that we needed to stop to get some fuel for his stove and he responded with, "Didn't you bring your stove?"  Not the response I was hoping for, as I had left my stove back at Brian's figuring John had brought his.  After a not so quick stop at an REI, we were back on the road with the opportunity to not eat crunchy rice.

It took us a while to drive through the Seattle area to the trail head east of Darrington, WA.  We were lumbering down the trail with heavy packs a little after 4PM, planning to stop for the night at a "shelter" 5.5 miles down the trail.  This initial hike was through old growth forest filled with giant Cedars, Hemlocks and the occasional Douglas Fir which is seldom seen.
Entering the wilderness area
The next morning was a bit foggy as we shouldered our packs and started up the trail.  The fog was a blessing, as the next couple of miles switched back and forth up an old avalanche chute while gaining 2800 feet. 


Switchbacks in the fog
Occasionally we would come across snow covering a creek bed that required a bit of caution while crossing. 


But. for the most part is was just hiking along in the fog with an occasional glimpse of the surrounding area. 

We eventually joined the Pacific Crest Trail, which we traveled on for a short distance, before taking a breather at White Pass.  At this point we were out of the fog, but the upper level cloud cover still obscured views while keeping the temperatures nice and cool.

White Pass rest stop
Marmot wrestling
 Just beyond White Pass, the trail traversed below White Mountain for a couple miles before coming to a notch where we turned north.  Unfortunately, the low hanging clouds didn't allow for  much rubber necking.
John taking the lead

Trail through the snow leading to the notch
Once through the notch, we had our first glimpse of the White Chuck Glacier basin, and it looked large!
White Chuck Glacier Basin
Brian and Michael coming over the notch into White Chuck Glacier basin
 As we moved over the ridge and down into the basin, the trail disappeared into a snow field and the fog returned with a vengeance.  Unable to see any landmarks, our map became useless and we relied on a GPS track John had downloaded.   We followed John and his GPS through the gloom around the basin.  Fortunately (?), global warming has all but eliminated the White Chuck Glacier so we were not concerned about crevasse danger.  Occasionally, the fog would lift slightly allowing us to make out the contrast between the rocks and snow.



Brian

During one of the times we could actually see, we selected a campsite below "Glacier Gap" at 6700 feet.  It had everything we needed; slightly level rocky ground, running water and a resident marmot.

After erecting our tents, John proceeded to build a rock wall to supplement two large boulders partially blocking the wind which was blowing at a good clip  As the others took a nap, I was on marmot patrol, keeping the pesky guy away from our camp.  

That night we went to bed hoping that NOAAs prediction of clear skies would come true.
Camp
A quick photo while there was a glimpse of  blue sky
I awoke to John providing a hot cup of coffee and telling me that we were in the, "belly of the cow".  I'm not exactly sure where that reference came from, but we were socked in with fog and it was drizzling. We all had a hot beverage and munched on some granola feeling slightly depressed.  So much for NOAAs prediction. 
Camp at 6AM
As we were getting ready, Brian stated that he had a feeling that things would work out and we should just go for it.  Everyone agreed that there was no sense in sitting around camp, so we headed out.

Heading up towards Glacier Gap
Michael took the lead as we moved up through the fog in single file.  Though the drizzling had stopped, we still had limited visibility and were relying on the GPS track.  The track took us to climber's left of Glacier Gap, up and over a short ridge at 7600 feet.  Once over the ridge, we dropped a couple hundred feet before gaining another snow free ridge, with a trail!
Heading up the trail in the fog
Out first glimpse at the peak?


As we moved higher up the trail, the fog/clouds started lifting,  After a short while, we climbed above the clouds and were in the brilliant sunshine staring at Disappointment Peak.  We could not see Glacier Peak, as it was behind Disappointment Peak.  Is this why it is named Disappointment?

 John enjoying the sunshine
Heading towards Disappointment Peak
We traversed the edge of the snowfield gradually leading to Disappointment Peak.  Prior to entering the snow below Disappointment Peak we stopped to put on harnesses, helmets and to rope up.

Michael leading the charge.
With the large quantity of rockfall in the snowfield below Disappointment Peak reminding us of the danger, we didn't lollygag to take photos.  Now that we were in the sunshine, we were all concerned about additional rock fall.  We started to heat up with the quick pace, but better to be hot than pounded by rocks.  At the ridge below Disappointment Peak, just below where the Gerdine and Cool glaciers meet, we finally got our first view of Glacier Peak.
Our first view of Glacier Peak
Michael led the four of us around a few small crevasses before we gained the ridge overlooking the Cool Glacier.  After a quick switch of the rope lead, we gained the pumice/rock ridge leading up to the summit of Glacier in another half hour.


The pumice/rock ridge
We took a short break to remove our harnesses and the connecting rope before starting up the pumice ridge.  After hiking on a nice trail, rocks and semi hard snow, this pumice was tough going.  One step up and slide back half a step.  This didn't seem to phase John too much, as he moved quickly upwards.

When the pumice trail petered out at a steep snow field, we stopped to put on crampons for the final 300-400 feet,  With the security of the crampons and our ice axes, we quickly gained the summit at 10,541 feet.

Michael on the final 300 feet
John and Brian almost to the summit
Summit Splattski
John, John and Michael on the summit
The views from the summit were spectacular! We could see Mt Rainier, Mt Baker and Mt Stuart poking above the clouds. With a biting wind chilling us, we headed down after a few pictures.

Heading down
Once out of the wind, we stopped for a leisurely lunch of bagels, cream cheese and summer sausage at the top of the pumice ridge.
A group of four coming up behind us
The other group heading up the pumice ridge
Looking down the Gerdine snowfield
Camp is to the upper left of the circle in the snow
It was a hot slog getting back to camp, arriving at 3:30PM after walking a little over three hours. Collectively, we thought it was a good idea to break camp and move lower to minimize the mileage the last day.  So after eating, hydrating and refilling our water bottles, we broke camp and headed down.

Brian, John and Michael crossing the White Chuck snowfield
In contrast to the cool, foggy hike we had the previous day, the hike out was very hot.  But the views were phenomenal and we were finally able to see all that we had missed on the hike in.

Looking back at the White Chuck Basin
We pulled into White Pass and the PCT junction a little after 7PM.  All of us were dragging our tails at that point, since it had been a 12 hour day.  We found a nice little campsite, cooked up another excellent meal and hit the sack early.  I slept like a rock and was awoken again by John bringing me a cup of coffee (I could get used to this!) in the fog (well maybe not with the fog).  Well, I guess we were in the Pacific Northwest.

After a quick breakfast, we were off for the final 8 miles and 3500 feet descent to the car where stream cooled beer awaited.

White Pass/PCT junction 
Trip Stats:
Distance: 30-35 miles
Elevation gain: >9K feet
Time: 4 days

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