While climbing the Ingraham Direct route on Mt. Rainier, this was a ladder which had been placed over one of the (many) crevasses we had to cross over. It’s not as scary as it looks, and, as you can see in the picture, we are roped together in case of a fall.
Last weekend, Lauren and I climbed Shasta to do some winter climbing.
They’ve only gotten 5-7 feet so far this year, so it was still in-shape and the weather was stellar. We started up Avalanche gulch on the south side, and climbed to Green Butte ridge, where we camped at 9,000ft. Out of camp by 8am the next day, we leisurely climbed back to the gulch and ascended to 10,000ft, where we found an access point to Casaval ridge, called the “first window”.
Here we roped up and began our real climb. The first pitch was easy climbing to a rock in the middle of the snowfield, where I belayed Lauren. We spotted a few small rocks careening down the field, and decided we’d best climb on the left where there was a few overhanging rocks which would give us cover from any falling rocks. The final 2 pitches led to the stunning crest of the ridge, which is 2 feet wide at the top, providing spectacular views in all directions.
We had lunch at the top, and began our descent (roped). After the third pitch, and watermelon sized rock screamed down and came ~10 feet from Lauren, which was a bit unnerving. We looked at each other and unanimously decided to unrope, figuring that it was safer than being hit by a rock and knocked off the face. 10 minutes later we got to the bottom of the snow-field and breathed a sigh of relief.
All in all, it was a great day of climbing!
This weekend Collin and I climbed Mt. Baldy as part of our regular training for big mountains. I get up there at least once a month, since its an hour from my house in LA and I can there and back easily in a day. But this time, the Baldy gods reminded us that the mountains are in charge.
Being familiar with the route, we packed light – ice axes, crampons, winter jackets, a litre of water, a bagel and an orange, one pack of GU, a first aid kit, a compass (on my watch) and headlamps. We got started at 9am and made decent time to the San Antonio Ski Hut – the half way point on this route. So far there had been only a light dusting of snow and no sign of the winter storm that was forecasted to be approaching. At the hut, we chatted with a craggy looking mountaineer and his wife who were training for Mt. Rainier in May and Denali in June. It would be his third attempt on Denali, getting “blown off” twice before. They were nice to chat with.
After a 20 minute break, some water and food, we donned our crampons and ice-axes and planned our route up the bowl. Looking up we could see an ant-line of at least 20 climbers slowly plodding up the bowl with heavy packs laden with a god awful assortment of unnecessary items, a lack of fitness, or a lack of confidence on the steep, exposed snow slope, or a combination of all three.
With our light packs we moved up past the other climbers and into the center of the bowl. The last group we passed was a mountain guide with two clients who he had short-roped together (connected together with 15 feet of rope between each). He was giving these new climbers a lesson in rope technique and self-arrest. The sun was shining and they looked like they were having a great time. Both clients smiled and said cheery hellos as we passed.
Climbing the main section of the bowl must have taken us an hour and a half, and slowly, the line of climbers we’d passed receded in our view into what again looked like a line of ants. We felt good and the day seemed to be perfect to make good time to the top, however this was not to be.
As we reached the rocky outcrops which mark the center of the bowl, the clouds began to roll in, and within a matter of minutes a winter storm was brewing around us. The wind picked up and visibility dropped to a hundred feet. The climbers below us were swallowed up in a thick cloud remarkably quickly. I remained hopeful that we’d climb out of it to a sunny beautiful day at the summit.
We pressed on.
As we climbed the visibility continued to drop. 45 minutes later, as we crested the top of the bowl, we could barely see the ground in front of us, and it made every step slow to a crawl. Minutes later a couple of climbers emerged from the white. The guy in front has his nose pressed to his GPS. He called out to us in a thick accent (sounded like eastern european) “Do you know where the trail is?” — “No, we’re not following a trail” we responded. He continued on, using his GPS to find his trail back. I our compass bearing (due north) and continued up.
We continued higher, attempting to follow in the footsteps of the GPS climbers in the hopes they’d lead us to the summit. At some point we lost their trail and were left wandering up the barren landscape. Eventually, using the altimeter, we hit 10,050 feet, which is the elevation of the summit so we knew we were close (altimeters are not precise).
We decided to stop and eat. Donning our jackets we’d brought up here just for this purpose, we sat down and discussed options. Our original plan had been to downclimb a route called “the Devil’s Backbone”, and we quickly ruled this out as there would be no way to find that route in these conditions. We decided to head down, using our compass to navigate and get us off the summit plateau. We couldn’t even use the tracks we’d made coming up, since the snow was hard and windblown and we left very little visible marks.
Trusting the compass to lead us to the entrance to the bowl, it took us probably 30 minutes to cover the ground which would have taken 5 minutes in clear weather, but eventually we found the top of the bowl and started down. The downclimbing was slow with the poor visibility and the need to keep checking the bearing on the compass, but we made steady progress. Eventually, there was a break in the cloud cover and we briefly made out the ski hut a thousand feet below us. We took a compass bearing on it, so we could follow all the way back in zero visibility.
As we continued down the clouds began to break and visibility returned. The summit remained ensconced in clouds, but the path to the hut was clear.
The rest of the hike back to the car was uneventful, but we were reminded that the mountain is a harsh mistress.
A demanding day with 9 hours of continuous climbing. 10 pitches of hard ice, up to WI5. Lots of fun. Made possible by my friend and guide Steve House. Followed by dinner in town with Barry Blanchard, his friend Pat and plenty of great stories from Alaska. Thanks Steve!
For the last year, I’ve been planning and training to climb Denali
(North America’s highest peak) in 2010. Due to weather and other
conditions, May and June are the only feasible months to climb Denali,
and due to my work calendar, June has been the plan. As some of you
know, several months ago, we got the great news that my wife,
Stephanie, is pregnant with our second child and due in June!
Technically she is due at the end of June, and I tried half-heartedly
to convince myself that I could still climb in the beginning part of
June and be back for the birth, but, ultimately, I knew that Denali
would have to wait until 2011.
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A few months ago Beamer and I climbed the Ingraham icefall direct route on Rainier. It was “spicy”…….
We got rained out for the ice climb, so tomorrow we climb Half Dome in Yosemite. The route is called Snake Dike.
Check out the video of our climb: Rowan Trollope, Collin Davis and Beamer Hodge climb the U-notch
We made it to ~13,400 feet, about halfway up the U-notch couloir. After our fourth pitch of climbing, we had gotten past the crux of the climb and all of the somewhat difficult ice climbing, but heard the sounds of water rushing underneath the ice and a deep ominous crack from the ice. We decided to turn around, a decision made easier by the fact that we were quite tired.
Day 1 – 4am on Friday morning we met at our house and started our drive. By noon we got started on the approach hike at 7,900ft. Our first night was spent at ~10,000 ft at the scenic second lake above Glacier lodge.
Day 2 – 8am on Saturday morning we start up to our high camp at the base of the Glacier. We arrive in the mid morning and setup camp. ~12,000 ft. After lunch we ascend the glacier to the base of the couloir at ~13,000 ft. We cross numerous small crevasses, but nothing big enough to fall in.
Day 3 – 12am on Sunday morning (Saturday night). We start in darkness. It occurs to me that its 25 degrees in the middle of August in California. Strange. By 2am I lead out the first pitch crossing the Bergschrund on the small remaining snow bridge on the right. Half-way up I find an old fixed line left by a previous party, and clip to it to protect myself from a fall. Easy ice climbing follows where I place a single ice-screen and some rock pro.
Beamer leads out the next two pitches, which are mostly ice climbing on the hard, exposed blue ice. Beamer is a strong climber and that was his first true ice-climbing experience. Yay Beamer! By 6am we hear the aforementioned water and cracking and all decide it would be safer to turn around. A few rappels later we’re heading back to our high camp to get out of dodge.
After a LONG descent (it was 12 miles back to the car and maybe 4 hours of hiking), we arrive back at the trailhead, hungry and tired but really happy!
Congratulations to my partners Collin and Beamer who are totally rad newly minted alpine climbers!
