Mountain Biking in the Sawtooth Valley

With nothing much going on last weekend, Tam and I decided to get out of town and "camp" in the Sawtooth Mountains.  We loaded the trailer and bikes, grabbed Shadow, and hit the road Friday evening. 

Saturday morning was gorgeous, in the low 60's with no wind.  After a leisurely breakfast we drove a couple of miles outside of Stanley to the Fisher Creek trail head.  The planned loop is described in several books as the Fisher - Williams Creek Loop.  It starts with a couple of miles of highway followed by several miles of gravel road.  The gravel road eventually gives way to a gated two track that winds its way up Fisher Creek.

Heading up from the Highway

This area had burned several years ago and the ride alternated between burned and non-burned areas.  The two track followed Fisher Creek up for a couple of miles and approximately 1500 feet elevation gain and eventually came to a pass.

All smiles as we are cruising

Beautiful trail

At the trail crest

Once we reached the trail crest the trail turned into a smooth single track that took us down.  There were a couple of slightly technical sections, but for the most part we could let off the brakes and enjoy the downhill.

Tam cruising through a burned section

A slightly technical section

An example of the single track

All good things must end and eventually the downhill single track took a turn back uphill for a second summit.  The climb was gradual and not too difficult.  After cresting this summit, we enjoyed another 3-4 miles of downhill single track.  But unlike the burned first section, this time it was all forested.  It wasn't long before the trail opened up into a beautiful meadow with multiple creek crossings.

Crossing one of the creeks in the meadow.

We had one more little climb to complete, out of the meadow, before we screamed down the last section of single track to Shadow waiting patiently at the truck.  Too bad the weather didn't cooperate with us on this day.

The view from the last single track section

This was an excellent introduction into real "mountain" biking.  We'll be back for some more this summer!

Mount Hood - 11,240 Feet

This week found us driving (again!) to Tillamook, Oregon to drop Dylan off for his summer job as a life guard at Camp Meriwether.  We figured since we were in the area that we would attempt to climb Mount Hood - Oregon's highest peak. 

We arrived at Mount Hood's historic Timberline Lodge Thursday afternoon to gorgeous weather.  There were also Clackamas county sheriffs personnel and television news crews roaming the area.  Thinking nothing off it, we toured the lodge a bit, found the climbers check in station, and grabbed a wilderness permit.  On the way out, we spoke to the Forest Service volunteer who told us that a climber had fallen that morning and sustained some unspecified injuries.

Back at the motel, we turned on the television to the local news that evening to find out that the climber had died due to injuries from his fall. http://www.koinlocal6.com/news/local/story/Climber-dies-after-Mt-Hood-fall/pyPmZcdMjkG3_lf32_wpJA.cspx  The information given by the news anchor was a bit vague on what had actually happened, but he mentioned that the fall occurred on the South Side Old Chute route - our planned route!  The news also mentioned that the mountain conditions were pretty bad for this time of year due to multiple freeze thaw-cycles and a 10"snowfall that had fallen a couple of weeks prior.  With lumps in our throats, we assured Tamara that we would assess the conditions before attempting the final climb and of course we'd be as safe as possible.

We were again at Timberline Lodge at 1AM Friday morning with loaded packs and headlights blazing.  We put on our skis at the edge of the parking lot, waved goodbye to Tam and started skinning up in the dark.  It was a beautiful night, no moon, a million stars, very little wind, and the temperature a little above freezing.  We maintained a 1000 foot elevation gain per hour pace as we passed a few other climbers in the night, stopping to converse with all of them.  In a little over 2 1/2 hours we were at the top of the Palmer chairlift at 8500 feet.  We proceeded up the Palmer Glacier snowfield, but Dylan's skins were not holding well, and it became too difficult to continue on skis.  So, we loaded the skis on our packs, donned our hiking boots and crampons, and proceeded to walk on up.

At about 9300 feet we stopped and ditched our skis and boots and felt a great relief as our packs were now 15 lbs lighter.  As the night gradually gave way to day, we could make out Crater Rock, the Steel Cliffs, and the summit all above us.



The mountain's shadow

 After passing Crater Rock, the Hogsback came into view as well as two groups of five climbers stretched out across it.


Dylan approaching the Hogsback

We stopped at the Hogsback to have a bite to eat, drink some tea, and stomp around to get some blood flowing into our frozen feet.  We had plenty of time, as the 10 climbers were moving at a snail's pace across the Hogsback and to the Pearly Gates.  While we were waiting, a group of four climbers had started up the Old Chute route to our left.  They seemed to be moving at a pretty good clip so we decided to bypass the Pearly Gates and go up the Old Chute.
We traversed down the left side of the Hogsback and started up the Old Chute route, following the footsteps in the snow.  The going wasn't too bad, the snow was very firm and the steps were defined but not too deep.  As we went higher the angle became steeper and the snow remained very firm.  Dylan took the lead and cleaned the steps as best he could.  After a short time, Dylan popped up in the sunshine on the summit ridge and I heard a big, "Wow!" come from his lips.  As I came up to the same area I saw what he was exclaiming about.  The backside of the knife ridge dropped down a couple of thousand feet!

We came up the middle of the saddle

Once on the ridge we then had an airy move that required us to traverse to our right for 30 or so yards before the ridge widened, and then quickly followed the ridge to the summit.  At the summit, we joined up with the two groups of five climbers that came up the Pearly Gates, as well as the four climbers that we followed up the Old Chute. It was 7AM, six hours after we had taken off 5240 feet below.

I'm glad the airy move was over!

Summit shot!

Looking down at Timberline Lodge

Climbers heading down from the summit to the Pearly Gates



The other side of the mountain

The wind was blowing on top some, so although the sun felt great, the wind sucked the heat right out of us.  After a bit of conversing and picture taking, it was time to head down.  Dylan and I debated what route we should go down, but as the two groups of five climbers slowly started down the Pearly Gates our mind was made up - back down the way we had come up.  Another factor in our decision was a gal who summited after us commenting on how thick the rime ice was coming up the Pearly Gates.  And since our route was relatively clear of ice...

Going down was much tougher than climbing up.  The traversing of the knife ridge to the Old Chute was a little nerve racking and then down climbing backwards while facing the mountain was tough.  This was definitely the time to be using the ice axe!  Plant the axe, take two steps backwards, remove and then re-plant the axe, and take the next two steps.  I had put on my puffy jacket underneath my shell on the summit and was really hating it now.  With all the concentration required to down climb, I was overheating.  Unfortunately, the angle was just too steep to try changing clothes.

It's funny how the pucker factor increases when the run out of the slope is sketchy.  Coming down the Old Chute was steep, but it was the fact that if you fell, it was a long, long way that caused the heart to beat fast.  After about 30 minutes of down climbing, while passing a roped up group of four going up, we reached a point where we could traverse back to the Hogsback easily.  Here the danger was over and we joined a large group in the sunshine and again had a bite to eat.

A look back up the Old Chute

Dylan at the Hogsback

A look back up the Hogsback

The last portion of the hike down to the skis passed quickly as the snow had softened considerably, allowing us to cruise.  The skis were a great idea since from where we had them stashed it was a 3600 foot elevation loss and probably a couple of miles to the lodge.  Other than the burning legs, the 15 minutes it took to ski down to the parking lot was the way to go!  We were back at the lodge at 10:15AM.

Trip Stats:

Distance - something like 5.5 miles round trip

Elevation gain - 5240 feet

Time (lodge to lodge) - 9 1/4 hours

A Pair of Aces - June 3-5

Last Sunday was Wayne's 80th birthday party in Las Vegas. (Happy Birthday Wayne!!) With this in mind, I developed a plan to get a bit of peak bagging in while in Nevada.  The goal was to climb Mount Charleston outside of Las Vegas before the party on Sunday and then head north to Ely and climb Wheeler Peak in Great Basin National Park a couple of days later.

We (Tamara, Dylan and I) arrived in Las Vegas Saturday afternoon and met up with Taylor, Mom, Wayne, Janet and Bruce (friends of Mom's from Clinton, MA) at the cabin at Mount Charleston.  Since the party was starting at 2PM (Sunday) Dylan and I figured we would have to get an alpine start to be back in time.

We were at the Trail Canyon trail head at 4:30AM on Sunday morning.  Dylan set a blistering pace in the early morning light and we quickly gained 2000 feet in the first hour and a half. As we joined up with the North Loop trail we had our first view of the peak in the sunrise.

Once we reached the North Loop trail, we began a long slog that followed the contours of the mountain at roughly 10,200 feet.  This slog lasted for roughly 4 miles and took us to the Devil's Thumb.

Our plan was to take the Devil's Thumb shortcut to add a little spice to the long hike.  The Devil's Thumb is the band of cliffs on the right side of the photo below.

A Summitpost trip report on the Devil's Thumb showed photos of the supposed "route".  Even though I had printed the pictures and had them with me, we still couldn't find the route detailed.  But we took a look around, and after one false start, found a section that allowed a little class 3+ scramble up the cliff bands and we quickly gained the ridge to the summit. 

Dylan on the Devil's Thumb

We made the final push to the summit and reached the high point in Southern Nevada in 4 1/4 hours.  Not too bad for a 7.5 mile trip.

Rocking the 1980 Vuarnets at the summit

Once on top we enjoyed the sunshine and had lunch at 8:30.  I was feeling a little woozy and after eating, I still wasn't feeling too good.  Don't know if it was the lack of breakfast, the altitude, or the previous night's dinner, but my stomach was twisting.  Rather than down climb the Thumb we took the normal trail down, switch-backing down the face and following cliff bands back to the ridge below the Thumb.  Here I took a break to fix my stomach issue and after a bit started feeling better.

Dylan was feeling great.  In fact he ran down a portion of the trail! 

We made it back to the trail head at 1:00PM just in time to take a shower and start partying.

Mount Charleston Stats:
4100 feet elevation gain
15 miles
8.5 hours car to car

Our next step was to a take a detour on the way home to Idaho.  So, on Monday afternoon, we left Tamara and Taylor with Mom and Wayne, and headed north for Baker, Nevada.  After a 4 hour drive, we had our objective in sight - Wheeler Peak, Nevada's second highest peak at 13,063 feet.


Wheeler Peak on the right

We pulled into our accommodations for the night, the Silver Jack Inn, (http://www.silverjackinn.com/) in Baker, at roughly 5:30PM.  This is a great little place with 10 rooms and a cafe situated at the entrance to Great Basin National Park.  I highly recommend it if you're planning on climbing this peak.  The rooms are clean and the proprietor, Terry, does the cooking and he fixed us a mean pizza that night!

As we were detailing our plans to Terry, another gentleman sitting there (we later learned his name was Dave) chimed in that he was planning on climbing Wheeler the next day as well.  We quickly agreed that the three of us would head up the mountain together climbing Wheeler first and then following the ridge over to Jeff Davis Peak (Nevada's 3rd highest).

The next morning we followed each other up the short road to the trail head at 10,000 feet and hit the trail at approximately 6:30AM.  There was a large cloud hanging over Wheeler and the wind was blowing pretty good, but we were not deterred. 

After a short distance we took a detour to Stella Lake and here we saw a nice line that could be used to gain the summit ridge of Wheeler.


Dylan and Dave looking over the couloir to the ridge

After talking Dave into it, we headed up over the talus.  For the most part, the rock was solid and didn't move too much. Once we hit the snow, we found it was solid, allowing us to quickly gain the summit ridge.

Once on the ridge, we found the original summit trail which made the going pretty easy.  By this time, the wind really started howling and the summit was shrouded in clouds.  We put on our rain gear and continued up into the fog.

After another 30 minutes of fighting the gusty, cold winds we reached the summit!  Total time was 2:45 to travel the 3000 feet elevation gain. 

Summit Splattski with Dylan, Dave, and myself

Unfortunately, the views were nonexistent and with visibility less than 50 yards we decided to forgo traversing over to Jeff Davis.  We spent a short time on the summit out of the wind, but the cold drove us down the mountain.  We followed the trail, zig-zagging down the mountain, feeling good that we had taken the shortcut to the top. 

Once back to the ridge, the clouds lifted and we decided to explore the area some.  With Dylan again feeling it, he led us around the rock moraine, through the Bristlecone tree grove and to the last glacier in Nevada at a fast pace.

Posing in front of a 1000 year old Bristlecone pine

Dylan at the glacier

As always happens, once off the mountain the clouds lifted and eventually disappeared.

Looking back at the end of the day

Trip Stats:
Elevation gain: 3000 feet
Distance: 3.2 miles to summit, 10 miles total
Car to car time: 6.5 hours

In talking with Dave that day, we found out that he was from New Jersey and had spent the last 5-6 years taking vacations out west to hike and climb mountains.  This year happened to be at Great Basin National Park.  We had a great time getting to know Dave and came away feeling great that we live in Idaho and can climb most anytime.

Idaho Summits Spring Outing - Peak 10027

Heading toward the Summit (J. Platt photo)

Dylan and I have attended the last three Idaho Summits group outings and have had a great time at all of them.  This weekend saw the group meet to climb Peak 10027 near Lake Alturus in the northern Sawtooths.  Dylan had prior obligations (something about camping with a bunch of Kuna High School science club guys and gals) and somehow he had it in his mind that this would be more fun that hanging with a bunch of old men.  I'm not too sure if he made the right choice.

The group (15 of us) gathered at the Cabin Creek trail head a little before 8AM, on a bluebird day with temps in the low 20's.  There was not a cloud in the sky and just enough of a breeze to keep you cool.  John Platt (http://www.splattski.com/2012/pk10027_b/index.html) set a blistering pace for the first hour until we finally got on to solid snow cover.  Here we slowed down a bit and had some time to converse.  We had quite a group with us - the ages ranged from 22 to early 60's, and we were international too - Oleg originally hailed from Russia, while Rodolfo grew up in Spain.

We quickly progressed up through the snow as the temperatures continued to rise.  The snow remained solid, and thankfully we didn't need to remove our snowshoes from our packs.  At roughly 8800 feet we took a break with the summit in full view.  At this point, I joined George and Jake on an assault directly up the east face while the others took a ridge route.

Summit of Peak 10027 with our route

George took the lead on traversing the snow field as we moved higher.  The snow was softening but we felt very secure with our crampons providing a firm gripping.  As the mountain steepened, George graciously allowed Jake to take the lead.  After all, we had at least 20 years on him and have learned that youth are good for breaking trail.  With Jake setting the pace we were on the summit quickly. 

Nearing the summit (George R photo)

Once on top we were treated to fantastic views as the others in the group came up the ridge route to join us.

Steve and Eric are all smiles

John P approaching the summit

The Splattski summit photo courtesy of George R.

Luckily the summit was plenty big and easily accommodated the 15 of us.  We spent the better part of an hour here eating, taking pictures and chatting in the gorgeous weather.  There were multiple plans on leaving the summit.  Nathan (who had already skied one lap) skied down, three others decided to traverse north and climb McDonald Peak, George and I were going to glissade down off the summit, and the others would traverse south and east across a ridge before heading down. 

George pondering a possible glissade path

And here is the path

The glissade down was a blast!  The snow was nice and soft allowing for a very controlled descent with good speed.  We dropped 1000 feet in a matter of minutes.  As George and I continued down through the snow we were joined by Bob (who decided against taking the long way out) and the three of us cruised out and were down at the car enjoying a beer by 2PM.

I'd like to thank Dan (http://idahosummits.com/trip_reports/trip_report.php?trip_id=71)  for setting up another great trip.

PS: Here is a great photo taken by Matt that Dan doctored up to show routes.