Tag: 13er

Spread Eagle Peak

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Woohoo! The mountains got their first dusting of snow of the season, and I wanted to be a part of it.  The only problem?  Since the snowfall had just stopped last night all over Colorado there wasn’t any beta on snowfall amounts or the conditions of any of the trails.  So I picked an ‘easy’ 13er and headed out at 2am.  All was going well until I made it to the dirt road at the base of the Hermit Pass trailhead.  It quickly turned into a 4WD road, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but soon it became icy and my truck started slipping!  This is the first time I’ve ever experienced my truck slip in any conditions.  I’m guessing there was mud under the ice.  I was a bit worried but also knew the road was supposed to level out pretty soon.  In addition to the snow it had been windy this week, and I drove over a few downed trees.  I was 4 miles from the trailhead when I was forced to turn around due to a downed tree too big for my truck to drive over.  I was a bit bummed, but I’d also been prepared for this eventuality.  I didn’t have time today to park where the downed tree was and hike 4 extra miles each way.  Luckily there was another 13er 5 miles away with a 2WD trailhead.  I hadn’t done much research on this peak, and it was my second choice because it was more difficult than the first, but it was accessible, so I drove towards the Gibson Creek Trailhead and made it there at 5am.  The parking lot can easily hold about 20 vehicles.

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From the trailhead I followed the fence to a trail junction and continued straight towards Gibson Creek.

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It was obvious I was the first person to use this trail since the snow fell, and route finding was a bit challenging in the dark with all the snow (about 8-12 inches). I crossed the creek a couple of times and the trail ended completely.  I was met with dense forest, but knew all I had to do was climb south and gain the ridge.

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Sounds simple, right? Normally yes, but today this was a much more difficult feat than I’d anticipated.  The snow kept getting deeper and deeper and the mountainside keeps getting steeper and steeper, and since I’m stubborn I refused to put on my snowshoes.  That meant I was slipping quite a bit.  The angle of the slope was intense.  My quads and calves were screaming.  I had to stop every few steps to rest my legs, which isn’t normal for me.  Finally, after what seemed like forever I put on my snowshoes and reached the bristlecone pine trees at the base of treeline, around 12,000’.  The wind was powerful (I’m guessing 40mph), which made the sugary snow feel like glass on my face when the wind blew.  The wind also dropped the temperature quite a bit (read:  I was frozen).  The snow kept piling up as I reached the ridge.  This is where I ran into trouble.  I was supposed to cross the ridge, but there was quite a bit of snow, all piled up into a cornice, just waiting for me to trigger an early season soft snow avalanche.

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I looked around for a safer route, but the only route was straight across the ridge (it dropped to either side). So I made the decision to turn around and hike this peak another time, when the snow was either more consolidated or gone altogether.  I didn’t want to turn back, but I also didn’t want to risk causing an avalanche.  Summiting is optional, making it back down is mandatory.

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Since the sun was now up I could enjoy the beauty of the snow on the trees as I trekked back down.

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Route finding was also much easier on my return trip, since all I had to do was follow my snowshoe tracks. Also, downhill in snowshoes is much easier than uphill without.

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VIDEO:

 

I crossed the stream again several times.

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And followed the snow and leaf covered trail back to the trailhead

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At about 9500’ the snow was pretty much gone altogether

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I made it back to the trailhead much earlier than anticipated, since I’d only hiked about 6 miles this morning. However, in the daylight I was greeted with fall colors I hadn’t seen this morning in the dark and about 10 forest service workers clearing downed trees.

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I’d thought fall was over for Colorado, especially with the recent snow, but I guess not! All through Westcliffe I saw the leaves change.

Dyer Mountain 13,855 – West Dyer 13,047 – Mount Evans B 13,577

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RT Length: 7.5 miles

Elevation Gain: 3350’

I woke up at 2am and made it to the Lower Iowa Gulch Trailhead at 5:15am, which was much earlier than I’d anticipated.  The drive in is easy on a 2WD dirt road.

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There is no official trailhead, so I parked near a tree, gathered my gear, and headed northwest through the base of the amphitheater towards the West Dyer/Dyer saddle.

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It was only 1.3 miles to the base of the West Dyer/Dyer saddle.  There isn’t a trail, but the route is fairly obvious, even in the dark.  Just keep heading for the saddle.  Here’s a look back on the basin from the saddle

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From the saddle I chose to summit West Dyer Mountain first, an unranked 13er.  I chose my route to reflect my time constraints and sunrise/daylight limitations.  For me it’s a delicate balance between hiking in the dark/daylight (pictures turn out better in the light) and being back at the TH by noon.

It takes so long for the sun to rise in the fall!  I wanted to summit and get pictures, but I also needed to be back at my truck by noon so I could drive home in time to pick up my daughter from school and start our day.  So while I was hiking slowly because I wanted to get pictures from the summit in the daylight, I also wanted to get in as much hiking as possible today.  In any event, after the saddle I turned west and hiked .2 miles to the summit of West Dyer Mountain, slowly, willing the sun to rise.  I summited at 6:20am, while it was still dark.  I took some pictures of the summit and waited for the sun to rise.  But it just wasn’t happening.

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West Dyer:

So I turned back towards the West Dyer/Dyer saddle and put on my helmet.

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It was still dark and hard to make out the path I was supposed to take up Dyer’s West Ridge.  I was hoping it would be more obvious as I got closer to the route.  Here’s a look back on West Dyer from the saddle

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The route up Dyers West Ridge is a class 4 route.  I knew I was supposed to look for the chimney to the right, climb it, and then stick to the right of the ridge to the summit.  That didn’t happen.  In the dark I never found the chimney, but I also didn’t look too hard.  I was expecting a class 4 route, and I discovered if I stuck to the ridge, and once or twice went to the left when necessary (just a little to the left, not much) I was able to follow the ridge all the way to the false summit.  Here’s the route I took (solid orange) and the suggested route (dotted line)

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It was class 4 the entire way, but doable, spicy, and FUN!

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In fact, I kept expecting to cliff out somewhere, and to need to retrace my steps and head more to the right, but that never happened.

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It was serious exposure and solid class 4 climbing for the entire ridge.  I met up with the regular class 4 route here, just before the false summit.  This area has much more exposure than it looks, and is both the most difficult climbing and also the end of the difficult climbing.  This picture (below) doesn’t do the exposure justice: The dirt pyramid on the bottom is a 15 foot drop from where I was standing, and actually where two gullies meet, each dropping down on either side to an unclimbable area.  I wish I had better pictures of the exposure, but honestly this was all class 4 and I needed my phone in my pocket and my hands gripping the rocks at all times.

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After navigating this area (to the left) I was quickly deposited at a false summit, with a great view of Mount Evans B

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And Dyer’s false summit

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Dyer Mountain was the closer 13er, but I didn’t want to summit it twice today.  I’d intended on making this hike a loop, and Mount Evans B was my next goal.  Unfortunately, there isn’t much beta on the ridge between Mount Evans B and Dyer Mountain.  From where I was it looked doable, and I know it’s been done in the past, so I kept on my helmet and headed towards the ridge.

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Here’s the route I took

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I followed the ridge crest most of the way, only once or twice navigating to the left or right around some large boulders.  This is a class 3 move where I hugged the wall as I traversed a crack in the rock. (There’s another picture later in the report that shows the other side of this wall and my route)

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As you can imagine, climbing after point 13,383 is the crux of the route, but it stays at a class 3

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After the most difficult climbing is over it’s a class 2 hike up the ledge

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To a long grassy slope to the summit

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I summited at 8:55am

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VIDEO:  Mount Evans B:

It was an absolutely beautiful day!  Besides the wind it was perfect.  Here’s a look back on the way I’d come, and the way I’d now need to retrace my steps to summit Dyer.

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Here’s a look back on the Dyer/Mount Evans B Ridge

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And the route I took

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Here’s the class 3 part and the way I navigated around it

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I decided not to re-summit point 13,383 but instead cut it to the right.

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And headed up to the Dyer Mountain ridge and followed the ridge to the summit

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As I ascended the ridge the rocks became loose and mixed with unstable gravel, but it was navigable.

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Here’s a look at Dyer Mountain from the ridge

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I summited at 10am

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Dyer Mountain:

My next goal was Gemini, and then a trek over to Mt Sherman, and finally make it a loop back down to Iowa Gulch.

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I made it about halfway down towards the Gemini/Dyer saddle, almost to the radio towers, when I pulled out my phone to take a picture and looked at the time.  10:10am!  Whoops!  I needed to turn back!  Looking at my intended route there was no way I could hike the mile up to Gemini, .7 miles across to Sherman, and 2.5 miles back down to the trailhead before noon.  Hmph!  I was a bit mad at my circumstances, mainly because it was an absolutely beautiful day and I wasn’t even beginning to get tired.  But I reminded myself in another few months my youngest would have her license and I’d rarely see her again (I know, it happened with my older two), so I’d better get a hustle on and enjoy the time I still have with her now.  Besides, I’ve already summited Sherman, and combining it with Gemini would make for a good winter climb.  I’d be back.

I was in a weird spot on the mountain when this realization occurred.  I’m not entirely sure why, but instead of just heading towards the basin I cut across the mountain to the south, trying to link up with the south slope route off of Dyer Mountain.  I hadn’t realized there wasn’t any established trail off the mountain, but did as soon as I linked back up with the route.  Traversing back was time consuming through very large, loose rocks.  Several microwave sized rocks slid below me, doing their best to take me with them.

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As soon as I reconnected with the correct ridge I just aimed towards the road in the basin and the towers.  It’s important to link up with the road in the correct place because otherwise you’ll end up needing to cross a drainage area

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I saw some pretty amazing rocks on the way down

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Once I met up with the road I followed it back to my truck.  Here’s a look at the upper Iowa Gulch Trailhead

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And where I parked my truck at the lower Iowa Gulch Trailhead

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I made it back to my truck at 11:40am, making this a 7.5 mile hike/climb with 3350’ in elevation gain in 6.5 hours.

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Relive it here: Dyer Mountain

I made it home in time to pick up my daughter from school, take her to ice skating lessons, make dinner, and then headed over watch one of my Girl Scouts cheer at her High School Homecoming Football game, making this a very long day, but totally worth it!

 

 

Grizzly Peak A 13,997 & Garfield Peak A 13,778

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RT Length: 8 miles

Elevation Gain: 3100’

The road past the La Plata Trailhead is 4WD the entire way to the upper trailhead.  In fact, I felt the second 4WD portion was easier in many places than the early 4WD portion.  Only one area gave me pause, about half a mile from the 394 junction.  The dip in the road was bigger than it looked, wasn’t anticipated and caught me off guard.

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I parked in a grassy area just before reaching the gate and started out at 5:45am.

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The gate was locked and it didn’t look like anyone had driven on the road past the gate in quite a while.  This is where the trail starts.

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Follow the road west into McNasser Gulch.  Almost all of this trail is above treeline, but until you make it to the mine you’re on a trail overgrown with willows.

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The mining area is at 12,100’.  It’s boarded up pretty well, but still looks neat (and operational?).

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The trail in this area gets kind of fuzzy, but it picks back up again directly over the mine (so make your way around it and head west/northwest/right).

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From here there is no trail.  Head northwest through the basin towards Grizzly Peak.

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After rounding the basin and heading northwest (right) you aim for this bump:

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The terrain is much steeper and rockier than it looks.  The ground was full of loose sand/scree.

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Once you make it to the saddle turn left (west and follow the ridge).

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This is done by initially sticking to the ridge crest and then skirting the 3 gendarmes to the left before regaining the ridge and following it to the top.  Here’s the view looking back at the route so far

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There was just a little bit of snow at the top

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The rest of the route to Grizzly is only .2 miles.  I followed the ridge to the south. There was an established trail here.

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The final pitch was loose and made up of bowling ball sized unstable rocks but easy to navigate

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Here’s a view from Garfield looking at the route up Grizzly

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I summited Grizzly Peak A at 8:10am

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Here’s a picture of Garfield from the summit of Grizzly.

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To get there you need to re-trace your steps, but not far.  Head back the way you came and about 20 steps down from the summit you’ll turn left (south).

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I had to do one class 3 move to get down this part of the ridge, and after completing it realized there was an easier way.  Here’s the route from the Grizzly/Garfield Saddle

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I followed the trail along the ridge and behind point 13,650.  After rounding 13,650 (to the right) I followed another trail around the south slopes and gained the ridge.

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From the ridge I climbed to the summit (no trail on this part)

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I summited at 9:20am

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I was done summiting both peaks for the day, but from here the route actually became more difficult.  I had a hard time finding a decent path off the summit of Garfield.  I’m sure it was a height thing on my part.  I could tell where I was supposed to downclimb, but it was a class 4 downclimb I needed a few more inches to be able to achieve.  This was very frustrating.  I had to backtrack and look for an easier way to Garfield’s Gully.  Here’s where you’re supposed to leave the ridge

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I eventually made it to the saddle. From here you strap on your microspikes and head straight down.  There are a lot of trails down, and they all lead into the basin.

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This was some of the worst scree I’ve ever encountered.  I was so glad I’d chosen to do Grizzly First:  there’s no way this would have been enjoyable trekking up (in the snow however it might be easier).  If you’ve done the gully on Pyramid or the decent off Bross, this is worse.

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It descends 1000’ to a small lake, but just when you think you’re finished with the scree you gain a small ledge and there’s tons more (so don’t get too excited the first time you think the scree’s over).

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My advice is to aim (right/northeast) for the rocks near the grassy area.  The rocks are stable, where nothing in the gully was.  I took the gully and had large rocks tumble down from above me and I had to take cover several times (no one else was out there today, these rocks were just free falling from above).  Here’s the route I took (as seen from Grizzly).

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When you reach the grassy basin your troubles aren’t over yet.  There’s more scree to traverse, or you can choose to downclimb rock ledges.  I’d had it with the scree, so I downclimbed the class 3 & 4rock (which led to more loose talus)

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Here’s a look back at what I downclimbed

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And a closer look at the climbing

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Here’s another look at how I came out of the basin.  I took the solid orange line (rocks) over the scree route (dotted)

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The good news is after this the hike got really easy!  I just crossed the stream and followed the basin back to the mine, where the 4WD road picked back up.

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Here’s a look back at the basin

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I made it back to my truck at 11:30am, making this 8 mile climb in just over 6 hours

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Oh, and the drive home was beautiful!

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American Peak – 13,814, Jones Mountain – 13,867, Niagara Peak – 13,816′

(part 2 of 2)

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Part 2 of 2

RT Length: 7.3 miles

Elevation Gain: 3800’

My drive to the trailhead took me through Silverton. I’d heard the fall colors weren’t supposed to peak here for another 2 weeks, but right now it looks beautiful.

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I had conflicting directions on how to get to the Burns-Gulch trailhead, so I brought both with me. From Silverton I took County Road 2 past Eureka on a 2WD dirt road, and ate the dust from off road vehicles driving ahead of me the entire way.  For a Monday afternoon it sure was crowded: Leaf peeping season is definitely in full swing!

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I made it to the base of the trailhead on the Animas River and my directions ended but I knew this wasn’t where the 4WD trail began. So I pulled up a GPX file of the route to see where I needed to be:  about 2 miles up a narrow shelf road.

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The road was much narrower and steeper than it looks and filled with bowling ball sized rocks. I took it slow:  this road was more difficult than I’d anticipated (but nothing my truck couldn’t handle). I just hoped no one would drive towards me from the top:  There was no way I could turn this truck around on such a narrow road, and passing another vehicle wouldn’t be easy.

There was a campsite at the 4WD trailhead at 11,720’ and no other vehicle in sight. Sweet!  It looked like I was going to have the site all to myself for the night.

I got to work making dinner: Mountain House Beef Stroganoff.  When it was ready I poured myself a glass of wine in the measuring cup I brought for making dinner, sat back, and enjoyed the view.

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Life is good! Sitting in the bed of my truck looking at the mountains was so relaxing.  As I was sitting there I heard a creek to my right and got up to investigate.  This was wonderful!  It was about 10 yards from where I’d parked my truck.  I enthusiastically washed my hands in the running water. They were gross from today’s adventure and it felt good to have clean hands and fingernails again.  I got up to turn around and head back when my left sandal broke.  I mean really broke, like duct tape can’t fix it broke.  Drat!  I was going to have to tiptoe the 10 yards back to my truck without wearing shoes.  The first step I took landed my left foot on a thistle.  Wonderful.  I made it back to my truck,  poured myself another glass of wine and spent the next half hour picking splinters out of my foot (mostly on the heel and arch).  I looked around at the mountains: Life was still good!

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I got out my maps and route info for the next day and tried to identify the peaks around me and the best route to take (I had several options). I studied my chosen route until I felt it was time to get some sleep: it was starting to get cold.

I decided to sleep in the cab of my truck because I fit perfectly across the back seat and because I could. Two shots of whiskey later I was ready to go to sleep.  I laid my head on my pillow and a fly landed on my arm.  I thought about how much fun having a fly buzzing around me while I was trying to sleep would be and debated whether or not to open the door to let it out.  In the end I decided I’d rather not let all the warm air out in doing so, so I made a deal with the fly:  “Fred “(I named him Fred)”If you promise not to buzz around me all night I promise not to kill you right now”.  Fred flew away to relax on my steering wheel and I fell asleep thinking this wasn’t a bad way to spend my last day of being 37.

I woke up at 11:11pm. This isn’t unusual, as I normally only get 4-6 hours of sleep a night.  Obviously my body was ready to get up and start my day.  I however was not.  I took 3mg of melatonin, washed it down with another shot of whiskey, and spent 5 minutes star gazing before falling back to sleep.

My alarm woke me up at 5am. Why, oh why, oh why did I choose to sleep at a trailhead on my birthday?  I hate sleeping at trailheads!  I’m always cold and have a hard time getting going and all I really want to do is stay in my nice warm sleeping bag where it’s nice and warm.  Sleeping.

Why hadn’t I done the sensible thing and reserved a hotel in Ouray?

Ugh. I could smell myself.  Or was that my socks and shoes on the floor recovering from yesterday?  Both. Definitely both.  Well, the day wasn’t getting any younger.  I needed to be off, so I slowly started through my morning machinations, taking much longer to get ready than it would have taken me at home.  My coffee was cold.  My hands were cold.  It took me almost an hour but by 6am I was finally ready to go.

I decided to start by hiking to the Jones-American saddle, which I discovered isn’t a very popular route (most people start with the Jones/American saddle). The trail starts at the campsite and heads directly north up a hill, then east.  (Sorry, no pictures:  I did this in the dark and planned to get pictures on the way back, but there was an adventure that happened….)

I followed the road to a drainage and just headed up what was trying desperately and failing to be a waterfall.

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From here I followed the drainage up a basin and to the right. Just continue sticking towards the bottom of the drainage and heading right.

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I passed a very small pond (it’s been a dry year)

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and navigated up the rest of the basin. There’s no established trail or cairns.  This looks like a great route to ski in the winter.  This is the route I took to the saddle

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The base of the saddle is where I ran into trouble. I knew I had to gain the saddle, but neither of the options I saw looked better than the other.

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I could have gone either left or right. I chose left.  I chose wrong.  As I got closer and closer to the saddle the ground became less and less stable and the path to the right looked more and more appealing and less steep.  The ground wasn’t like loose scree, but more like compact sand my shoes couldn’t grip.  It was slippery and I was dangerously close to sliding all the way back down the slope.  At this time I realized this must be a snow route:  perfect for skiing down or snowshoeing up.

I decided to aim for the rock wall area to the left, as it looked like it had more stable dirt around it. It didn’t. In fact, it was just as loose and slippery as the rest of the scree.  I made it to the rocks and my first thought was “Why don’t I have my helmet?  I need a helmet for this!!!” I had a helmet, it was just back at the trailhead in my truck because this was supposed to be a class 2 hike.  The rock I’d wanted to climb was more of a rock wall than a rock couch.  I’m talking straight up with hand and foot holds that crumble out from under you when you grab them.  But it felt safer than the dirt/scree area.  I was shaking, but I made it.  I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, and I’m glad I did this route first instead of last (I’d of had to re-summit Jones again because there was no way I was going down that unless I was on skis).

Here’s a look at the route I took to the top of the saddle. I know it doesn’t look like it but this was the safest option since I hadn’t taken the route to the right.

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OK, now that I’d gained the saddle I looked at my route to American Peak.

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Oh yeah… it looked like I’d be hiking into the sun again today. I put on my sunglasses and had at it.  Here’s a clearer picture of the route from later in the day. Why does the peak I’m climbing always have to be the LAST peak on the ridge?

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Most of this hike across the ridge was easy. It was a well traveled path with even a few cairns in places.  It became difficult at the base of the last bump before the summit.  For about 200 feet the rock became extremely loose and there was evidence of rockslides everywhere.  It was difficult to find good footing, and once again I longed for my helmet.  I’d read this was the easier ridge of the three I’d do today, but I disagree:  this West Ridge to American Peak was the most difficult ridge I did today, but only the last part of the ridge.  Here’s the final pitch to the summit

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I summited at 8am

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American Peak:

Here’s a look back on my route, and my next peak:  Jones Mountain A.

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I reversed my steps (the ridge was easier on the way back down) and made my way to the Jones/American saddle. I turned and faced the ridge.  Here’s the route I took:

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Believe it or not the initial climb up the ridge was more stable than the ridge on American Peak, it had some steps but still had scree.

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About halfway up the terrain changed and I walked a class 2 ridge to the summit of Jones Mountain A

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I summited at 9:15am

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Jones Mountain A:

Here’s a look back at American Peak and what I consider the crux of that route

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Now it was time to focus on Niagara Peak. The trail from here to the peak is well established.  I just followed the trail down Jones Mountain A and up the ridge of Niagara Peak.

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And a look back at Jones from the saddle

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On my way down from Jones I saw a man hiking with his two dogs. I was surprised to see him, as I hadn’t expected to see anyone out here today. He was nicely and appropriately dressed for hiking with both a GPS and Walkie Talkie on either strap of his backpack.  His dogs were leashed, well groomed and very well behaved.  We stopped and discussed the Niagara/Jones saddle and descent, to which he didn’t think his dogs could make the loop.  He would most likely head back the way he came.  We parted ways, him to continue up Jones, and me towards Niagara Peak.  He was the only hiker I saw all day.

Just after passing the hiker I was surrounded by a flock of birds. They kept following and avoiding me on the trail.  I considered it good luck and figured there were 38 of them…

Birds:

I made it to the saddle of Jones/Niagara and looked at the ridge. There is a path but this is another class 2 ridge that has some steep sections and lots of scree.  If I haven’t already mentioned it, microspikes would be helpful on this route, even without snow.

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Here’s a picture looking back on the ridge

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I summited Niagara Peak at 10am. Oh, and guess what?  Niagara was my 38th 13er!  I summited my 38th 13er on my 38th birthday!  Very cool! BTW, 38 feels great!

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Niagara Peak:

What a beautiful day! I’d considered hitting unranked 13ers Crown Mountain and North Crown Mountain, but I wanted to make it back to celebrate my birthday with my kids (and my son’s birthday: he’s headed for Basic training on Monday and he’ll turn 18 during boot camp, so I’d like to celebrate early).  If I left now I could be home by 6pm, just as the kids were making it home as well.

So I turned and headed back to the Jones/Niagara saddle. This trail was much easier to navigate than the route I’d taken up.  This route had a trail for 90% of the way, and where there wasn’t a trail you could see where it connected further down.

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This is the route I took down. It hugged the right (east) ridge.  This path took me back to my truck and the 4WD road that was obvious from the Jones/Niagara saddle.

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Here’s a copy of my GPS tracks. The red circle is where I parked my truck overnight and began/ended my hike.  The tracks are a little off: I forgot to hit stop on my tracker because of the adventure below… but it might help others who want to know how to get to the upper trailhead

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As I was descending back to the Burns Upper 4WD trailhead where I’d parked my truck I noticed the man I’d seen earlier and his dogs walking around, looking at my truck. Hmmmm…. That was odd, but maybe they were just taking a break and checking out my truck.  It is an awesome truck.  I kept an eye on them as I kept hiking.  Within half an hour I was back at my truck, and the man and his dogs were still there.  He asked me a bit sheepishly if he and his dogs could hitch a ride down to the lower trailhead:  his dogs were tired and their feet were sore.

Of course they could ride down with me!

He was happy and let me know he’d hiked up with his wife but she’d turned back much earlier in the hike and he’d continued on with the dogs. She was waiting for them at the lower trailhead by the river crossing.

Immediately my estimation of him as a person grew: I love it when a man who’s married lets me know early on in conversation he has a wife.  It sets the tone in a positive way, and I respect a man who wants other women to know he’s married.

I cleaned up my truck (it had stuff from the past few days strewn all over since I’d also used it as a tent) and apologized for the smell (both from my dirty clothes and, well, me). He was happy to have a ride down and put the dogs in the back of the truck.  They indeed looked tired.

I navigated the 4WD road as slowly as I could, cognizant of the fact I had two dogs in the back. I usually take these roads at a quick speed, but right now I was gingerly maneuvering around the rocks and unfortunately not avoiding them all.  We hit a few big bumps, and my passenger kept looking back to make sure the dogs were ok.

The 2 miles took us about 20 minutes, and we talked about our jobs, my kids (I can talk about them all day), vehicles, and his life as a Doctor and his wife being a Veterinarian. They were staying in Ouray for vacation and are 14er/13er/hiking enthusiasts.

He also mentioned this was the first time his dogs had ever been in the back of a truck. I tried to take it a little slower, knowing the road was rough.  About halfway down the road we ran into a Jeep heading up.  It took some careful maneuvering, but we were able to pass each other on the narrow road.  I was pretty proud of my driving skills, and thankful the other driver was willing to work together so we could both pass each other.

When we made it back to the bottom of the road I decided to navigate around the river instead of driving across it because of the dogs in the back. We pulled up next to his vehicle, where his wife was waiting. I jumped out of the truck, opened the tailgate, and… no dogs!  What?  Where were they?!?!?

When I announced the dogs weren’t there the woman had a shocked look on her face, and I felt as shocked as she looked. After some quick discussion we came to the conclusion the last time we’d seen the dogs in the back of the truck was around the time we’d passed the Jeep (that was the last time we’d checked).  Well, there was no way we were going to have two lost pups on my watch.  I knew their car couldn’t make it up the road, and I was determined to find those dogs (once they were in my truck I felt responsible for them), so I offered to drive the couple back up the road to look.

I drove very quickly this time, driving across the river and up the side of the mountain at a swift speed, concerned time was against us. Also, without the dogs in the back I didn’t have to be gentle.  It wasn’t lost on me how I’d thought this road was difficult the first time I’d driven it, but now I wasn’t quite so worried about the road:  I was worried about finding those dogs.

One of the dogs was white and it’s currently fall so I figured it would be easy to spot in all the brown grass.

We ended up finding them about halfway up the road, just before where we’d passed the Jeep. They were sitting side by side in the shade under a tree, panting with happy smiles on their faces.  Luckily the hike had exhausted them and they hadn’t felt like running.  They were also well trained dogs.

This time we put the dogs in the cab of the truck for the ride down. I was able to make a 9 point turn on the shelf road and headed back down to the lower trailhead.  It was a good ending to the hike.

I was in a bit of a hurry now to get home. As soon as I hit cell service my cell phone blew up with tons of messages and important things I needed to address.  I had the whole 7 hour drive home to think about everything and make phone calls.  As I exited Silverton Fred landed on my hand and then quickly flew away.  Wow, he’d stuck with me that entire time!

After making it back home at 7pm and taking a quick shower I decided to take the kids out for Ice Cream to celebrate our birthdays. Emily jumped into the front passenger seat of the truck and closed the door behind her.  Two seconds later I heard her hit the window with the bottom of the measuring up I’d used last night for my wine.  Emily looked at me and said:  “There was a fly on the window, but he’s dead now”.

Vermilion Peak – 13,909, Fuller Peak – 13,777, & Golden Horn – 13,789′

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RT Length: 13.2 miles

Elevation Gain: 5117’

The weather all over Colorado has been fantastic all month (meaning sunshine like summertime). In fact, Colorado Springs has had more days over 90* this year than it has in over a century. This is pretty surprising for September, and I’ve been doing my best not to waste every opportunity to get outdoors and hike.

Many of Colorado’s 13ers are in the San Juans, which is a good 7 hour drive from my house. The distance makes it difficult for me to make it there on my Friday hiking days (because I usually need to be home by 3pm to pick up my daughter from school).  So I promised myself whenever I had 2 days free in a row I’d head down to the San Juans for some hiking, and do my best to hit as many peaks as possible in those 2 days by camping at the trailheads.  Earlier this month I hiked Pigeon and Turret in a day, and my plan had been to hike the a few more peaks the next day.  That obviously didn’t happen, but I was going to try my plan again of jumping around and trailhead camping two days in a row when I could make it to the San Juans.

The opportunity came faster than I’d anticipated. I found out on a Thursday my entire office (it’s a small office) would be gone Monday and Tuesday the next week, so I’d be working from home.  Oh, and Tuesday was my birthday!  I looked at the weather forecast (sunny on Monday and 20% chance of rain after noon on Tuesday), and decided right then and there I was making a trip to the San Juans for my birthday.  This didn’t give me long to plan my routes, etc. but I was determined to make it happen.  Unfortunately there isn’t a lot of recent beta on this area, so I did as much research as I could and told myself I’d just have to wing it.

After tucking my kids in for bed I left my house on Sunday night around 8pm and made it to the trailhead earlier than anticipated (3:30am). The dirt road to South Mineral Campground is a 2WD dirt road, well maintained, and at the trailhead has room for about 20-30 vehicles.

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Oh, and I’d seen no less than 7 porcupines waddling along the side of the 2WD dirt road in (not all in the same area). Drat:  I’d forgotten my moth balls.  Oh well, I’d have to cross my fingers this time.  The moon was absent but the night sky was filled with millions of stars. I’d arrived early and because I wanted a good look at the basin in the daylight I decided to try and get in an hour nap before starting my hike.  I was surprised at how well this worked.  I closed my eyes and what seemed like a minute later my alarm rang, indicating it was time to get moving.

The trail starts on the west end of the parking lot. There’s a trail register to sign before heading out (one of the nicest and well kept registers I’ve ever seen at a trailhead).  I started at 4:40am.

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I took the Ice Lake Basin Approach, which is a very well maintained trail that crosses a small stream and switchbacks west. It looks like there’s been some recent trail overhaul and maintenance in the area, and even a shifting of much of the trail west, with lots of dead trees/branches covering the old trail.  I was unable to find the 4WD parking area that’s been suggested as a possibility for shortening the hike in (I’ve also seen beta indicating this 4WD lot has been destroyed with “no parking” signs in the area now).

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There were dozens of signs asking hikers not to cut trails.

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The trail was easy to follow all the way to the Ice Lakes Basin, gaining in elevation steadily.

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I made it to the Ice Lakes basin while the sun was beginning to rise.

Ice Lakes Basin:

Instead of stopping at Ice Lake I took a quick picture from the trail and turned south and hiked to Fuller Lake. I wanted to see the lake and old cabin.  Had I realized how blue those lakes were when I first passed them I’d have taken the time to explore more, but in the early morning light they weren’t yet impressive.

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There was a trail the entire way to Fuller Lake.

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What I wasn’t prepared for were the amazing reflections of the mountains on the water as the sun rose. Pictures do not do this area justice!

Unfortunately, the cabin has been destroyed, most likely by weather.

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From here there was no trail for the rest of the hike. I could see Fuller Peak to the southeast, and hiked without a trail through the basin towards the saddle of Fuller and Vermilion.

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Along the way I saw an old wheelbarrow. Of course this meant a picture was necessary

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Here’s the route I took up to the saddle and over to Fuller Peak and a look back down the basin and the way I hiked in as seen from the saddle.

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It’s steeper than it looks, and I was glad I was doing this part of the hike before the sun was too high in the sky. The rocks are semi loose talus. Annoying is what they are…

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From the saddle turn left (southeast) and follow the ridge to the summit. It’s an easy class 2 hike with several small false summits.

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The only downside was I was hiking directly towards the rising sun. It made seeing anything clearly impossible.

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I made it to the summit of Fuller Peak at 8am

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Fuller Peak:

The views were amazing! I looked back at Vermilion and the route I needed to take to the summit.   After returning to the Fuller/Vermilion saddle stick to the ridge

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Here’s a view of the route from the saddle. Follow the ridge up and to the left

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After you go left you’ll encounter a loose dirt gully. Climb the gully to the notch

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At the top of the gully you’ll see two towers. Pass them to the left

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And climb another gully

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The gullies here seem to go down forever! (don’t worry, this isn’t the one I climbed, but one I wouldn’t want to fall down)

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From here follow the rocks to the summit

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I summited at 8:45am

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My next task was Golden Horn. I returned to the Fuller/Vermilion saddle and traversed the area on the northeast side of Vermilion between the cliffs and a scree ledge towards the Vermilion/Golden Horn Saddle.  You’ll need to descend lower than you think you will.  Follow this route (as seen from Fuller)

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The scree & talus ledge is wider than it looks, with some large boulders thrown in. The rocks aren’t loose.  Here’s a picture looking back from the Vermilion/Golden Horn Saddle

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Here’s a look at the route from the saddle.

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It’s a pretty straightforward climb, but about halfway up the ridge is when things get spicy. The scree intensifies and it can be difficult to find good footing.  Luckily there’s not much exposure.

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There aren’t any cairns but the route is obvious. There are two summits to Golden Horn.  The summit register is on the summit to the west.  Here’s a picture looking back at Vermilion

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I summited at 10:15am

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Golden Horn:

The views were amazing! I could see Ice Lake for the first time in the daylight and was immediately impressed:  I had to make it down there!

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My day had been going pretty good so far. It was still morning and I had the rest of the day ahead of me.  The only thing that was troubling was the clouds creeping in.  It was supposed to be sunny all day.  There were way too many clouds for this forecast to be accurate.  I had to keep an eye on the weather.  I turned and looked northwest:  Pilot Knob.

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Hmmmm. It looked tempting.  The only reservation I had (besides the weather) was beta.  I had great information on Fuller, Vermilion, and Golden Horn, but there just wasn’t a lot of data out there on Pilot Knob.  At least not much recent data.  While planning this hike I’d been short on time and only planned on the three peaks I’d already summited.  I mulled it over:  I’d done some preliminary research on Pilot Knob (in fact, I’ve done enough on all the bicentennials to know which questions to ask, when I’d like to summit them, which routes I want to take, etc.).  I knew I was supposed to summit Pilot Knob from the south and west face, looking for a chimney that would lead to a scramble to the ridge, and there was a crux I really wanted to get a first hand look at (a crack traverse/climb near the summit).  Even though you summit from the south the approach is usually to the north (and I was south).

Trip reports last time I checked were few and far between, with the newest being 3 years old. The best beta was years before that.  You were supposed to approach from the north and traverse southwest before summiting from the south/west, and I was on the south.  I figured I could probably summit today, so I decided to descend Golden Horn the way I’d come by heading back to the Vermilion/Golden Horn saddle and look for a route over to Pilot Knob.

From the saddle I traversed west to the Golden Horn/Pilot Knob saddle.

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The first part (before getting to the saddle) was a fun, difficult class 2 scramble. It was the most intense scrambling of the day so far.  If you stick to the ridge you’ll do fine.

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Here’s a look from the Golden Horn/Pilot Knob saddle, looking up at Pilot Knob

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I kept watching those clouds. They were starting to bug me, blowing in and around with what looked like deep blue, rain filled centers.  I made it up the ridge of Pilot Knob, and navigated to the southwest to look for a chimney that would lead me towards the summit.  Instead I quickly encountered a very loose and scary talus filled gully.

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It was obvious several large rock slides have occurred in the area since the last trip report. Many previous trip reports indicated a “well cairned route”.  I didn’t see a single cairn, but there had been so many slides in the area they could have been destroyed by one.  OK, back to the loose talus.  This was unlike anything I’ve ever seen:  I’d step on it and a 5 foot wide avalanche of rock would give way, tumbling down below me and gaining speed and larger boulders as it went.  The first time it happened it startled me.  Two steps later when it happened again I was seriously scared I was going to fall with it and braced myself:  unfortunately there was nothing to grab onto.

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I knew there was no way I could safely traverse any further west, but I needed to in order to find that rock wall. OK, so this wasn’t going to happen. Maybe I’d accidentally missed the rock wall I was supposed to climb?  I’d just turn back and try again.  It took me quite a while to backtrack to where I’d started on the south side of Pilot Knob:  I was seriously scared I’d fall in an avalanche of talus with every step, but I made it back and decided to try again, thinking to myself traversing the area would be achievable and much safer in winter/spring with consolidated snow and crampons rather than all this talus/scree.

I just needed to gain the ridge. There had to be more than one way?  I spent about an hour and a half trying to climb every area I could, but none of the routes I took went all the way to the top, and these were not class 3 moves as described in previous trip reports.  They were class 4+ on loose and crumbling rock.  Every time I found what looked like a solid route rocks would flake off both above and below me:  Rocks the side of softballs and some the size of microwaves.  I’d make it 20 feet up the side of a “wall” only to have to turn back and head back down.  Rope wouldn’t have helped because none of the towers were stable enough to support a climber that way.  I was glad I was the only one out there today.

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I’m stubborn, so I did this fruitless climbing up and down walls for much longer than I should have and took more risks than I’m willing to admit to my mom. I even went over to the east side and tried that way.  Nope, there wasn’t a way to gain the ridge from either side, and I couldn’t descend the slope and try to make my way to the north side to summit that way (it cliffed out).  I was super frustrated. Hmph.  I had to remind myself Pilot Knob wasn’t even on my list of climbs for today so I shouldn’t be too disappointed.  But I was.  I mean, I had hours left of daylight (it was only noon) and I really wanted this summit.

Wait! I know, I’ll just descend into the basin and re-gain the saddle from the north side, traverse southwest and try it that way!  I was positive the right rock wall was on the other side of that talus/avalanche gully I couldn’t traverse.  I made my way back to the saddle and looked at the route I wanted to take.  Here’s a picture of that route from Golden Horn.

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I looked up at the clouds, and it was obvious I was going to have to turn back.  There wasn’t enough time to descend into the basin and re-ascend to try and summit.  Oh well, I need US Grant too.  I’d just combine the two the next time I was out here.

I made it back to the saddle and headed down into the basin. Here’s a look back at the route I took

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I felt I was getting pretty good at this descending down a scree slope into a basin thing. As I was hiking down I thought to myself how the area looked like it usually held water.  It was made up of tiny flat rocks about the size of a silver dollar but an inch thick.  The kind you’d usually see on the bottom of a lake or pond.  Hmmm.  I guess since it was such a dry year there wasn’t any water.  I was walking on a lake/pond bed.  And it was squishy.  In fact, walking across it felt just like walking over a bog.  No sooner had this thought entered my mind than realization hit and it happened:  I heard a sucking sound as my left foot sunk into the muck up past my ankle (mind you, I was walking on rocks at the time) and was almost impossible to dislodge my foot.

No. No.  No, no, no!  I know how to get myself out of a bog/quicksand if I have to, but I really didn’t want to end up covered head to toe in mud (I was camping tonight after all and wouldn’t see a shower anytime soon).  So I dislodged my left foot and ran as fast as I could, kicking up my heels as I went, trying to escape the mud that was trying to pull me under with each step.  All in all it wasn’t that bad:  with the running I only sunk up to my ankles, but I could tell if my foot had rested in any one place I’d have sunk much further as the mud had great suctioning abilities.  Then I’d really be stuck. I made it to stable ground and let out a sigh.  Crisis averted!  My shoes and pants were caked in mud, but that was the worst of it. Here are my footprints looking back

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I turned east and was greeted with a daytime view of Ice Lake. Wow!  This was beautiful!

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As I got closer I could see how truly clear the water was.

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Ice Lakes:

This was amazing! I stopped for a while, took a bunch of pictures, and then headed on my way back down the basin where I was greeted with aspens changing color.  I’d missed them on the way in when it was dark.

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There were tons of people on this trail! I must have passed dozens (and it’s a Monday).  It was a long 4 miles back down.  I made it back to my truck at 2pm.  And it never did rain.  Oh well, this gave me time to find my next trailhead in the daylight.  I took off my muddy pants, socks, and shoes and put on my sandals for the drive.  Near the 550 on the road out I got cell service and stopped by the side of the road for a bit to do some work (emails, etc) and text my kids to let them know I was down the mountain and headed to the next.

Here’s my route with a close-up of my Pilot Knob attempts. Don’t worry, I’ll be back for this one!

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My drive took me through Silverton. I’d heard the fall colors weren’t supposed to peak here for another 2 weeks, but right now it looks beautiful.

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I had conflicting directions on how to get to the Burns-Gulch trailhead, so I brought both with me. From Silverton I took County Road 2 past Eureka on a 2WD dirt road, and ate the dust from off road vehicles the entire way.  For a Monday afternoon it sure was crowded!  Leaf peeping season is definitely in full swing!

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I made it to the base of the trailhead on the Animas River and my directions ended. So I pulled up a GPX file of the route to see where I needed to be:  about 2 miles up a narrow shelf road.

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The road was much narrower and steeper than it looks and filled with bowling ball sized rocks. I took it slow:  this road was more difficult than I’d anticipated (but nothing my truck couldn’t handle). I just hoped no one would drive towards me from the top:  There was no way I could turn this truck around on such a narrow road, and passing another vehicle wouldn’t be easy.

There was a campsite at the 4WD trailhead at 11,720’ and no other vehicle was in sight. Sweet!  It looked like I was going to have the site all to myself for the night.

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I got to work making dinner: Mountain House Beef Stroganoff.  When it was ready I poured myself a glass of wine in the measuring cup I brought for making dinner, sat back, and enjoyed the view.

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Life is good! Sitting in the bed of my truck looking at the mountains was so relaxing.  As I was sitting there I heard a creek to my right and got up to investigate.  This was wonderful!  It was about 10 yards from where I’d parked my truck.  I enthusiastically washed my hands in the running water. They were gross from today’s adventure and it felt good to have clean hands and fingernails again.  I got up to turn around and head back when my left sandal broke.  I mean really broke, like duct tape can’t fix it broke.  Drat!  I was going to have to tiptoe the 10 yards back to my truck without wearing shoes.  The first step I took landed my left foot on a thistle.  Wonderful.  I made it back to my truck,  poured myself another glass of wine and spent the next half hour picking splinters out of my foot (mostly on the heel and arch).  I looked around at the mountains: Life was still good!

I got out my maps and route info for the next day and tried to identify the peaks around me and the best route to take (I had several options). I studied my chosen route until I felt it was time to get some sleep: it was starting to get cold.

I decided to sleep in the cab of my truck because I fit perfectly across the back seat and because I could. Two shots of whiskey later I was ready to go to sleep.  I laid my head on my pillow and a fly landed on my arm.  I thought about how much fun having a fly buzzing around me while I was trying to sleep would be and debated whether or not to open the door to let it out.  In the end I decided I’d rather not let all the warm air out in doing so, so I made a deal with the fly:  “Fred “(I named him Fred)”If you promise not to buzz around me all night I promise not to kill you right now”.  Fred flew away to relax on my steering wheel and I fell asleep thinking this wasn’t a bad way to spend my last day of being 37.

To be continued…

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Peak 10 – 13,633, Crystal Peak A – 13,860, Father Dyer Peak – 13,615

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RT Length: 7.1 miles

Elevation Gain: 2532’

I didn’t make it to the trailhead until almost 6am.  This was due to my pressing snooze while my coffee brewed and thinking it would only take me 2.5 hours to get there instead of 3.  Oh, and GoogleMaps gets you to Crystal Trailhead in Breckenridge, but not the one I was looking for.  Luckily it was only a 15 minute fix (and the directions were eerily similar to the real ones, just 2 miles south on the 9 instead of 2 miles on South 9…).  If you’re coming from Colorado Springs like me and taking the 24 to the 9, the trailhead is BEFORE you get to Breckenridge (but after the Quandary TH).  If you get to Breckenridge you’ve gone too far.

In any event, the road to the lower (Spruce Creek) trailhead is a 2WD dirt road that’s easy to navigate.  As soon as you pass the gate and head towards Lower Crystal Lake things get 4WD fast.  The road narrows and is scattered with rocks about the size of bowling balls, with a few microwaves thrown in.  Most are sharp.   It was worse driving up than driving down, and as long as you’re the only vehicle on the 2+ mile road and you have high clearance it’s no big deal.  There aren’t many passing areas though, so if you do need to pass someone it’s a long backwards navigation to a pull off site.  Luckily, I didn’t see anyone on the drive up or down (or anyone hiking on the trails for that matter).

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My truck handled everything just fine, except for the narrow area through the willows:  they scratched the sides of my truck (nothing a good wash won’t fix, but it hurts to hear it just the same).

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I was on the trail by 6am, but immediately knew something wasn’t right.  I got out my map and realized while being at the upper trailhead sounded like a good idea, it actually wasn’t because the trail was a loop that started and ended at the LOWER trailhead.  Whoops!  At least I could do the hike backwards and start from where I was (Lower Crystal Lake, doing the hike in reverse, with Crystal Peak A first, then Father Dyer, and then Mount Helen).

But this meant I’d need to alter my decent route as well.  It was dark so I couldn’t see if the terrain below Mount Helen cliffed out or not, so I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to alter my route at all.  I got out another map (I had 4) and noticed I could backtrack if needed and take the basin between Father Dyer Peak and Mount Helen if I ran short on time (I was on a strict schedule again today:  I had to be back at my truck by noon so I could pick my daughter up from school at 3).  But I really wanted a visual, so I hiked a bit slowly and allowed the sun to rise.

I’d parked at the shambles of an old cabin near Lower Crystal Lake and hiked northwest on an established trail up the mountainside.

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The sun began to rise and I got a better view of what I’d wanted to be my exit route off Mount Helen… nope, that wasn’t happening:  I’d be cliffed out if I tried to make a beeline off the mountain for my truck, and hiking all the way back to the Spruce Creek Trailhead would add too much time.  OK, plan B:  I was going to have to backtrack after summiting Mount Helen.  No worries though, because it all looked doable in the time I had.

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But then I looked up and noticed an American Flag on the peak above me.  Oh yeah!  Peak 10 (a Bicentennial).  I was going to try for it if I had enough time after summiting the other 3 peaks, but since I was here now and so close (.3 miles, according to Peakbagger) I didn’t want to miss the opportunity.  So I changed direction and headed north toward the summit of Peak 10.  There was no path, and the terrain was rocky but easy to navigate.

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I made it to the summit at 7am

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That had been too easy!  I turned east and identified the reason I’d planned my hike today:  Crystal Peak A (a Centennial).

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No way.  It had to be harder than this?  I got out my map again.  Yep, that was it.  All I had to do was follow the class 2 ridge down to the saddle and up to the summit.

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There was a small false summit, but this peak was also easily navigable, and at times there was a faint trail to follow.  Just stick to the ridge and you’ll be fine.

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The rocks were beautiful, and a pika posed for me…

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I summited at 7:50am.

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I hadn’t even been hiking 2 hours yet and I’d already summited two ranked 13ers.  Pretty cool!  BUT… a little voice in the back of my mind reminded me the hardest part was yet to come:  The traverse between Mount Helen and Father Dyer Peak was supposed to be very time consuming, so I’d better get a move on.  I turned and looked southeast for Father Dyer Mountain.  You can’t see the route to Mount Helen from here.

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And looked back on the route I’d taken so far (note this is UPPER Crystal Lake in this picture, Lower Crystal Lake, where I parked, isn’t visible).  Also note, there are lakes all over the place in this area!  Ever ridge leads to multiple lakes, so make sure you know where you are and which lakes you’re aiming for/avoiding.  I counted about 15…

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The ridge to Father Dyer is a difficult class 2.  I put on my helmet and had at it.

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Once again, just stick to the ridge and you’ll be fine.  There were a few parts where it helped to go a little left (north) but I mainly stuck to the ridge.  I summited at 8:30am

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There’s a plaque on the summit commemorating the Methodist Church and Father Dyer

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I was feeling pretty good about myself at this point.  My turnaround time was 10am.  I had an hour and a half to do the traverse.  I turned and looked at the route before me and my jaw dropped:

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The beginning part of the ridge looked easy, and it was, but soon I encountered more difficult class 3 terrain.  It’s been over a month since I’ve done anything class 3 or above, and I was in heaven!!!

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The only downside?  It was slow going.  And yes, stick to the ridge (even when it doesn’t seem right)

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I made it past the highest of the spires, started down again and ran into the gully I need to descend to hit the saddle for Mount Helen. I looked at my watch:  it was 9:40am, and my turnaround time was 10am.  I looked at what was left of the route before me:

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There was no way I was going to make it to the summit of Mount Helen in 20 minutes.  Could I summit successfully?  Yes.  In 20 minutes?  Nope.  Ugh!!!  I had a decision to make:  continue on until my alarm rings or turn back now.  I was at a point where I needed to descend a gully about 200 feet and then continue on up the ridge to Mount Helen, and I knew I could descend the gully no problem, but making up the time on the way out wouldn’t work because I’d parked at the 4WD TH and couldn’t do the loop to exit (I also didn’t have the time to hike down to the 2WD and back up the to the 4WD TH).  It seems the added time it took me to summit Peak 10 meant no Mount Helen for me today.

The bad news: I had to turn back and descend the saddle between Father Dyer and Mount Helen.  The good news:  I got to do the traverse twice, once each way!  Woot!  This was great!  I haven’t done any climbing in a while, and now I had a full day of it, complete with exposure and route finding and, well, good times!  I started back towards the saddle

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I’d already mapped in my mind the route I’d wanted to take back if I had to descend this way.  There are a lot of areas on Mount Helen that cliff out, but if I descended here (near the saddle) I’d be able to descend into the basin and hike out towards Lower Crystal Lake (keeping to the left/north).

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This is the route I took

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Please note, this route is very steep, full of scree, slippery, and demands a helmet and more time than you think it will.  It wasn’t fun, but it was productive

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Here’s the route I took down from the ridge

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Once I was in the basin I rock-hopped northwest.  Here’s what it looked like looking back

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The only problem?  I was kind of cliffed out. Kind of, but not really.

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It took some careful maneuvering down goat trails (NEVER say to yourself: if a goat can do it I can too!) but I eventually made it back down to my truck.  Here’s my route:

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I made it back at 11:20am, meaning I’d done my mental calculations correctly (turn back time of 20 minutes, etc.)

I was a bit disappointed I wasn’t able to summit Mount Helen, but as I was hiking down the basin towards my truck I thought about how I gained an extra ranked peak today (Peak 10) and how Mount Helen would be a great winter climb (accessible in winter and a great training hike for snowshoes/crampons?).  So I considered it a win.  Also, I was able to make it home to pick up my daughter from school on time, which is what really counts!

Here’s my route:

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My tracking

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And my tracks on a topo map

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Clinton Peak 13,866 – McNamee Peak 13784 – Traver Peak 13,856

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RT Length: 10.9 miles

Elevation Gain: 3352’

I didn’t want to get up when my alarm went off at 2am.  I really didn’t.  I rarely ever want to get up when my alarm rings, but today I was extra tired.  I really wanted that extra sleep.  I reminded myself while it’s typically difficult waking up early for a hike, I always thank myself for it later.  So I dawdled and took extra time getting ready, trying to wake myself up.  It was supposed to snow last night and there was as 40% chance of snow today, so I dressed in triple layers of pants and double jackets (necessary for me, not for most people).  I also had 3 different pairs of gloves.

I drove to the trailhead and actually stopped at a gas station for 20 minutes to sleep for a bit before continuing on:  I was more tired than I thought!  I felt great after that quick cat nap though.

I finally made it to the trailhead at 5am and was ready to go by 5:15am.  Already I could tell this was going to be a much different adventure than when I was here last March and the area was covered in feet of snow (https://wildwandererlmc.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/wheeler-lake-12168/).  I’d had to turn back at the lake on that trip, but I’d learned a lot!  Today the gate was open all the way to the mill, and there wasn’t any snow to be seen anywhere (in the dark that is).  The road in is a 2WD dirt road all the way to the mill

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There’s plenty of parking all along the way.  I chose to park by the mill (the ‘lot’ there holds about 7 vehicles).

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Here are some pictures of the Magnolia Mill, which I swear is going to collapse any minute…

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Don’t go past the mill unless you have a heavily modified 4×4 vehicle.  You will get stuck.  Here are some pictures of the 4×4 road in

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And one of a truck getting stuck on my way out

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You can follow the 4×4 road all the way to Wheeler Lake:  it’s about 3 miles.  Wow!  Was this a different experience than the snow-covered road I’d encountered back in March!  Back then I wasn’t even aware there was a road… I kept looking for trails.  It was obvious from my hike today I’d been way off route earlier this year.  Way off.  And the road had to be under a good 5 feet of snow at the time because these willows which were taller than me now were only about 6 inches high last time I was here.  I’d gone in circles in the blowing snow trying to route find my way to the lake (and back).  Today was a breeze!

I kept thinking to myself: those rocks are going to be a bugger to hike over on the way back down (they were).

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What a difference the season makes!  One bad part about no snow?  The road was pretty much a river most of the way.   Most of the areas of road covered in water had side trails going through the willows so you didn’t need to walk directly through the mud puddles, which I’m sure added to my route confusion in the snow as well.

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Oh, but it was still early morning and I was hiking through all of this at night…

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It’s about a 3 mile hike from the Mill to Wheeler Lake.  I made it to the lake just as the sun began to rise (and thought back on how difficult this trudge had been in snowshoes:  there were actual spots that had had exposure with all the snow and I’d been fearful I’d slip and slide down the mountain.  Not so today.)

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This is where the route ends and the creativity begins.  Hike around the lake to the left about ¾ of the way around.  You’ll notice an unmarked path left and up a drainage.  (There’s no trail, make your own)

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I turned back to watch the sunrise and take a Colorado Flag picture of the lake…

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There are a lot of mines in the area.  I counted at least 6

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When you get to the top of the drainage you’ll find yourself in a small basin.

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I tried to stay higher up to the right, and this ended up being a mistake:  Stick to the middle, go up the area with small ponds and waterfalls, and head west.

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I was trying not to lose my elevation gain, but all I ended up doing was complicating things with lots of rocks, slowing me down.

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So my route had steeper elevation, lots of loose rocks and scree, and was thus very slow going.  I rounded the corner and kept heading northwest.  Finally I was able to see the summit!  If you’re hiking this too you can breathe a sigh of relief now:  the worst of the hike is over (yes, even if you’re doing all 3 summits)

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As I rounded the slope the rocks became slippery:  everything in the shadows (west) had a thin layer of frost covering it (slippery!)

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I gained the ridge and followed it to the summit of Clinton Peak.

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I turned back and looked at the way I’d come:  that had been a steep climb!

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From Traver Peak, here’s a view of the route I took (solid line) versus the one I should have taken (dotted line)

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I summited at 8:30am.  Here’s proof I summited

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There were a lot of active mines in the area west of the peak and below as well

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The rest of the route before me was very straightforward.  It was class 2 ‘climbing’, following the ridge.

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There were a few large rocks to contend with, but nothing class 3, and all avoidable if you went down the ridge a bit (go left (east) to avoid frost).

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There were also small bits of snow, but nothing that got in the way or wasn’t easily avoidable

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I couldn’t help but think as I reached the saddle of Clinton/McNamee how much easier this hike would have been to just continue straight all the way through the basin up to this saddle.  It would have added maybe a mile to the hike (maybe) but also made the elevation gain so much simpler to deal with!  I’m sure it would have cut my time down at least an hour.

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The path to McNamee was about half a mile and easy to follow.  I summited at 9am

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There was a lot of mining trash on this summit!

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Here’s the rest of the route to Traver Peak

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Here’s a picture from the McNamee/Traver saddle looking back on the route so far

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Summiting Traver was just a little more difficult than McNamee, but as long as I stuck to the ridge I was just fine (class 2).  There were a couple of places I intentionally made it a class 3 climb, but they were completely unnecessary.

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There was also a metal trash can full of rocks on the ridge?

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I summited at 9:30am

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There had been a light dusting on DeCaLiBron the night before

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Ok, now it was time to head down.  I turned east and looked at my route before me.  All I had to do was follow the ridge down and head for Wheeler Lake.  It was quite simple really

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About ¼ of the way down the ridge I found this survey marker

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And halfway down the ridge I saw a large cairn.  Or at least that’s what I thought it was until I saw the stone with writing and a date.  I couldn’t make out the writing, but the year is clearly 1881.  When I got home I looked it up online, and couldn’t find any information about a possible grave/death/etc.  It looks like a cairn grave to me (think Oatman family?).  Thoughts?

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The ridge was easy to follow with medium sized, mostly stable rocks.  I couldn’t help but think how much easier it would have been to have done this hike in reverse, instead coming up the east ridge of Traver and down Clinton.  My advice to anyone doing this hike:  HIKE IT IN REVERSE.  Or go up the McNamee/Clinton saddle, over to Clinton, and then back to McNamee and Traver.  That trek up Clinton’s south slope is a bugger! And from what I experienced on the easy way down Traver, totally avoidable and unnecessary.

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In any event, the cairn is clearly visible from a ways away.  It’s a good marker to look for (especially if you’re hiking this in reverse).  When I made it to the cairn I headed down the basin, over large rocks and some grassy areas.  Before the bottom of the basin I was greeted with some large boulders.  I didn’t have to climb down them… but I did.

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Here’s the route I took.  I obviously could have avoided the boulders by sticking to the north.  (Note, this is NOT Wheeler Lake, but a small pond in the middle basin).

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All morning and afternoon the weather had been perfect!  The skies were clear and I’d way overdressed (no worries, this is better than the alternative).  The basin was beautiful, and I got to thinking:  Life for me has been extremely difficult in the past and I’ve been through some dreadful things no one should ever have to go through, but today, life is good.  I mean really, really good!  I’m the happiest I’ve been in years, my kids are all amazing and doing amazing things with their lives, I get to hike every Friday, I paid off my truck this month (woohoo!  This means I’m debt free!), and I’ve now completed 28 13ers (think I can hit 30 by my birthday on the 18th?).  I was in a great mood, and so glad I decided to go hiking today! (See?  I told myself so!)

Here’s where the hike became beautiful.  As I was exiting the basin and aiming towards Wheeler Lake I was able to notice all the fall colors.  Here’s a look at the North side of Lincoln (14er)

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And a look back down on Wheeler Lake

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I passed by the waterfall and skirted the lake

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Here is where I met back up with the road again.  The 3 miles out would have been easier and much faster without all those rocks in the road, but at least route finding was easy!

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I made it back to my truck around 12:15pm, making this a 10.9 mile hike with 3300’ in elevation gain in 7 hours with lots of summit time.

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The fall colors are starting to change early this year.  The drive through Alma was unexpectedly beautiful!

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Here’s another look at the peaks

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Oh, and I’m still working on the GPX thing.  Here’s the link to STRAVA: https://www.strava.com/activities/1825871164

Mt Ouray – 13,979

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East Ridge

RT Length: 9.3 miles

Elevation Gain: 4300’

Every year for Labor Day we camp with a group at O’Haver Lake. Our campsite comes with a great view of centennial Mt. Ouray.  For the past few years I’ve intended on hiking the mountain during our stay, but weather and a flat tire have interrupted my plans.  This weekend however I was intent on making Mt Ouray mine.  After sitting around the campfire for hours discussing life with my kids, I set my alarm and was actually sleeping in the tent before 10pm.

My alarm never went off. I woke to one of my cats gently pawing at my face (yes, we camp with our cats) and when I opened my eyes I could tell it was beginning to get light outside.  Oh no!  I’d planned on waking up at 4am.  I looked at my phone:  6:04am.  I was a bit worried because it was supposed to snow later today, so if I wanted to summit before the snow I’d have to get a move on.  After a bit of fumbling with the zipper of the tent with cold fingers (we have to knot up the strings to the tent doors so our polydactyl cats don’t open the tent and escape during the night) I was in my truck by 6:07am.  I guess I was foregoing the coffee and actually brushing my hair.  Luckily the trailhead was less than 3 miles away:  If I hurried I could still get in the hike.

I took Marshall Pass to the Grays Creek Trailhead. Marshall Pass (County Road 200) is a well maintained 2WD dirt road.  The trailhead has room for 4 vehicles, but you can also park alongside the road.  There is a ton of dispersed camping in the area.

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After gathering my gear I started at 6:30am, two hours later than I’d originally planned. The sky was clear so I wasn’t too worried about the weather at this point.  I did want to be back to my campsite by noon however to wake up my kids (all teenagers, so yes, they’ll still be sleeping):  We had sailing to do today!

The trail begins lined with aspen and pine trees, gently heading west, crossing Grays Creek several times. Immediately I ran into an issue:  my camera wasn’t working properly.  Not having a functioning camera was a serious problem for me, so I fumbled with it for a good 20 minutes trying to get it to work (it wasn’t focusing… I think I just need a new lens).  In the end I kind of gave up. Oh well, I guess I was just going to get fuzzy pictures today.

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The trail was very easy to follow until I exited the trees and made it to a small boulder field

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At this point the trail ends but you just continue up the drainage to the left (head west)

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At the top of the drainage I was met with a great view of Mt Ouray’s peak, with small aspens below changing color at treeline. I was thrilled at this point because my camera decided to start working again!

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There is still no trail, but your goal is to gain the saddle to the left. Here’s the route I took

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This area is much steeper than it looks, filled with rocks and when lucky a grassy slope with rocks thrown in. It was very slow going due to the elevation gain (about 2000’ in a mile) and because I was sore from hikes I’d taken earlier this week.  Here’s a picture from the saddle looking back down on the route I took

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I just kept aiming for the first hump in the ridge. When I was almost there I was greeted with a solid trail that led me another mile to the summit

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This trail switchbacks up the ridge and then around the southwest side of the mountain (which wouldn’t have been my first choice: I’d wanted to just go up and over and follow the ridge).  Once you make it over the first hump you’ll notice several more smaller bumps in the ridge to navigate.  Here’s your final view of Mt Ouray

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You could tell this area used to be heavily used, even if it gets little traffic now (the trail is now overgrown with tundra in many places). There are several rock wind shelters built at various points on or near the summit.

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There is also a 10×15 foot cleared area that looked like it was built specifically to set up a tent and spend the night on the summit. Very cool!  I may just be back to do this one day.

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Here’s my summit photo

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Here’s a look back on the route I took to the summit (and my campsite circled below)

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The hike down was much easier than the hike up. I could see snow clouds in the distance, but the weather held off until much later that day.  I made it back to the bristlecone pine area and followed the drainage back down through treeline and Gray’s Creek to the trailhead.

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I was surprised at the size of the rose hips along the way.

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I made it back to my truck at noon, after stopping and talking with a few women hikers about the joys of hiking 14ers (they’d just moved here from Illinois and wanted to attempt one soon). I met them about a quarter mile from the trailhead, and they were the only other people I’d seen all day. That made this a 9.3 mile hike with 4300’ in elevation gain in 5.5 hours (with lots of time thrown in for a camera fix and a chat with hikers).  Here’s my route on a topo map

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I made it back to the campsite at 12:30pm and woke up my kids. My son wanted to try out the sailboat he’d made out of our canoe (it worked great!)

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And later that night we all enjoyed the campfire while it snowed on the peak. IMO, every cat should get to go camping…

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Next year I plan on hiking the (shorter) west ridge. I was going to do so the following day but the snow on the peak didn’t look appealing this early in the season.  That and I wanted to sleep in…

Pigeon Peak 13,977 & Turret Peak A 13,837

 

 

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From Purgatory, Eon Return

RT Length: 39.3 miles

Elevation Gain: 12,275’

I’ve been feeling guilty lately. I was one of the 5 people who actually got to ride the train to Needleton this summer.  No one else I know caught a ride, yet many of my friends made the trek into the basin anyway, intent on crushing their adventuring goals.   They have stories to tell of adding double digit mileage to an already intense adventure, hiking in from Vallecito, Purgatory, Beartown, and Elk Park.

I didn’t feel like I’d earned my hike in this summer; cheating it by taking the train in a year no one else was able. I felt like this made my 2018 summer of hikes/climbs too easy; like I didn’t get the full Chicago Basin summer of2018 without the train experience.  So I promised myself as soon as there was a nice day in the San Juan’s with no chance of rain I was rearranging my schedule and hiking Pigeon and Turret from the Purgatory Trailhead.

My plan was to drive to the trailhead, sleep for a bit and begin hiking at 1am. I was going to take the Purgatory Trail (etc.) to the Ruby Creek Trail, hike/climb Pigeon and Turret, and then hike back to my truck.  Next (because I didn’t want to waste the mileage) I planned to drive an hour to another trailhead in the San Juan’s, sleep until 5am and hike 3 more low mileage13ers the next day.  I know Pigeon & Turret via Purgatory is a challenging hike, but reports I’ve read placed it at about a 32 mile 10000’ hike (ha!  More on this later).  I’ve done Pikes Beak via Barr Trail (26+ miles, 7500’ in elevation gain) two days in a row before, and I’ve always been able to do that one in around 7 hours (even both days two days in a row), so I totally thought my Purgatory plan was doable in a day.   Insert God laughing here.

The great weather chance came very last minute. I left work, drove home to pick up my daughter from band practice, made dinner, and drove 6.5 hours to the Purgatory Trailhead, arriving at 12:30am August 28th.  I’d originally planned on sleeping for a couple of hours in my truck before starting out, but my target start time had been 1am, so I figured I’d forego the sleep and just hit the trail.  I started at 12:30am

It’s a 2WD paved road all the way to the trailhead, with a parking lot that holds about 10 cars comfortably (and several more on the side of the road). There’s a lake and a nice trail that begins to the south and continues east.

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The hike down to the Animas River was pleasant, but I couldn’t help but think of how I’d have to hike back up this trail on my way out. It switchbacked down for 4 miles and lost 1000’ in elevation as it wound its way to the Animas River, passing through meadows and hugging the mountainside, even following the Cascade Creek for a bit.

I wish I had pictures of this part of the trail, but I did all this hiking in the dark and figured I’d just take pictures on my way out in the sunlight. I had a flashlight but didn’t need it, as the full moon was lighting my way.  I made it to the Animas River, crossed the bridge and the railroad tracks, and started my trek along the Animas River Trail.

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This part of the trail hugs the Animas River. Its ups and downs are barely noticeable, unless you’re paying attention to that sort of thing (which I was).  I couldn’t help but think how much those elevation losses now were going to hurt on my hike back out.  I could hear the rushing of the river, and looked forward to actually seeing it while hiking back out later today.

There are signs at the junction of the Animas River Trail and the Needle Creek approach to the Chicago Basin that state it’s 7 miles from there to the Purgatory Trail. I was skeptical it was only 7 miles.

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After some consideration, talking to others who’ve hiked in from Purgatory as well, and consulting the tracker I was using, I’ve come to the conclusion it’s about 7 miles along the Animas River Trail to the base of the Purgatory Trail from this point, plus another 3- 4 miles to the top of the Purgatory trail. Here’s proof from my tracker, stating it’s 9.7 miles from the Purgatory Trailhead to the Needle Creek Approach:

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I’ll admit this tracker isn’t always 100% accurate, and tends to overestimate things (but only by a little). However in my estimation 9+ miles is much closer to the actual mileage than 7.

On to the Needleton train stop. I made it to the Needleton stop at 4:45am.  This time my tracker said I’d gone 10.6 miles in just over 3 hours.

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Not bad. And my tracker was accurate stating it was .9 miles from the Needleton Creek Approach to the Needleton Train Stop, so I think it’s accurate to state it’s 10.6 miles from the Needleton stop to the Purgatory Trailhead.  This means if you take the train you’re saving 21.2 RT miles of hiking (or in my case, if you’re not taking the train you’re adding 21.2 miles to your hike).

The next part of the trail is where it gets tricky. There isn’t an established trail or any signs indicating the path you’re to take.  I chose to take the Ruby Creek ‘Trail’ as opposed to the Pigeon Creek ‘Trail’ because I’d read the Ruby Creek Trail had some cairns and at times a trail to follow, whereas the (shorter) Pigeon Creek Trail did not.  Since I was doing my route finding in the dark I opted for the trail with more indications I was headed in the correct direction.

There’s an area to camp here, where I saw a white horse tied up to a tree. At first I was thinking to myself “Harry Potter and a Unicorn” but after the horse whinnied hi to me I noticed a tent nearby.

I continued along the Animas River Trail for about a mile and turned right, heading up the North Pigeon Creek Trail to the Ruby Creek Trail (neither of which were actual trails). It was dark and I was upset I never saw the Columbine Tree, but figured I’d see it on my hike back out.  I hugged the mountains and followed a steep and undefined trail northeast to Ruby Lake.  Steep.  And undefined.  In the dark.  Yes, route finding was a challenge, but there were just enough cairns in the right spots to assure me I was on the correct path.  As the sun started to rise I got a good look at the path I’d taken thus far

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And a good look at the trail ahead of me. Much of the Ruby Creek Trail looked like this.  I was glad it was getting light out!

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Just before making it to Ruby Lake I saw some bear scat directly on the trail (I was on a trail at this point)

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Now I was on bear patrol. The scat didn’t look fresh, but it did indicate a bear had been in the area semi recently.  Next I crossed a very thorny raspberry patch (probably why the bear was in the area) and came upon some boulders that led me to Ruby Lake.

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The lake was beautiful in the morning light, but there was no good way to get a picture of it because of all the trees. It’s one big lake separated into two in the middle by a log jam.

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It doesn’t matter which way you cross the lake, as both sides end up connecting on the upper northeast side of the lake. I chose to take the south route, full of boulders. It’s best to stay low and close to the lake.

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If you take the south route you’ll need to cross a small stream after the lake to re-connect with the trail.

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I use the term ‘trail’ loosely. I’m not sure if it’s because of underuse this year with the train being closed or if it’s just a poorly defined trail, but this is what it looks like after the lake.

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There were some pretty big mushrooms in this area

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Stay to the left (northeast) of the creek/waterfall as you climb into the basin. Here’s looking back at the trail from the waterfall area (and the route I took)

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From the waterfall area here’s the path in front of you

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This path includes quite a bit of bushwhacking through high brush, willows, tall grass and flowers. I’m sure there are ticks involved. Once again, the trail isn’t clearly defined but you’ll see cairns every so often indicating you’re on the correct path. The path through the willows looks appropriate for anything about the size of a mountain goat (meaning you’ll get hit in the face with branches but your knees won’t) and in areas without willows the grass/flowers cover the trail.  Stay high and to the left.  I promise you there is a path the entire way.  Also, wear pants (please wear pants hiking people!!!).

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Ruby Basin Trail:

Continue on this path until you’re in the center of the basin. Stop here to get a good look and plan the route you want to take (there’s no trail from this point on).  Turn to the south, look across the basin and you’ll see the route before you.  Head south, cross the creek, and head up the drainage.

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This is the path you want to take: aim for the large boulder (it’s freestanding and you can walk around it from either side).

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If your goal is just to hike Turret Peak A today head to the left. If Pigeon is your goal go to the right and enter a boulder.  This is where your troubles begin.  This section is much steeper than it looks, and filled with large boulders and loose scree.

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Aim for the saddle you can see behind the boulder field.

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Along the way stop and look at the rocks. They’re pretty amazing, many made up of crystals.  Scores of them look like the inside of geodes. They kept me busy for quite some time, until I realized I should just take pictures and keep going.

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Woohoo! I made it to the 13,100’ Pigeon/Turrret Saddle.  I turned around to look at the two summits.

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I chose to climb Pigeon first since it was supposed to be the more difficult of the two (it was). I looked southwest and shook my head from side to side:  No.  That’s not what I’m supposed to do.  No way.

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But it was. You see, you don’t climb Pigeon from the saddle, you need to be on the other side of the mountain to summit (the west side), but it’s not a direct shot.  To summit from this point you have to lose elevation and re-gain it by circumnavigating the south side of Pigeon. I knew this going in, but I’d drastically underestimated the affect it would have on me when I was there.  I did not want to lose all that elevation!  I also didn’t want to regain it to summit Pigeon only to lose it and regain it again to summit Turret.  It was now 11am and I’d been hiking since 12:30am.  I was exhausted and honestly I’d expected to already have summited both peaks by this point and be headed back down.   I had a serious decision to make:  This was going to take a lot longer than I’d anticipated.  Did I just want to turn back now?

No. No I did not.  I’d come this far, it was a perfect day (not a cloud in the sky) and I was pretty sure I’d regret it if I didn’t keep going, and possibly never come back (the hike in was brutal!).  I mentally calculated distance and time and knew my chances of getting back to my truck before dark were pretty much nonexistent now.  I took a deep breath and began losing elevation. Several times.

From the saddle look west-southwest and aim for a small notch/gully. You’ll be tempted to stay high, not wanting to lose elevation but trust me, you need to aim for this lower spot.  The left picture shows the route looking from above

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Once there you’ll continue west/southwest and drop in elevation again. Yep, all the way down to this point (12,400’).  The terrain here is perilously loose, and one slip can take you sliding dangerously for a long time.  Stay high, aim for the rock wall, and follow it down and around.  The higher you stay early on the larger and more stable the rocks are.

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Once you round the mountain you’re greeted with 1500’ of elevation to regain. It’s actually harder than it sounds/looks.

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Continue west until you’re halfway across the slope. Head right (northeast) to the base of the summit pyramid.  Pick your route and stay on the grassy areas as much as possible to avoid the scree.  This is a very steep area.

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The grass changes to the worst rubble gullies I’ve ever encountered.  Scree, sand, rocks, and steep elevation don’t mix.  It’s steeper than it looks.  I don’t usually sweat while hiking, but today I was.  I could feel drops forming and rolling down my sternum.  This was a workout!

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Just keep aiming here

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The terrain eventually changes to large boulders. If your helmet isn’t already on now’s the time to put it on.  This rock itself is stable, but it crumbles when you touch it (hence the rubble gullies).  It’s very slow going.

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I’ve been told this is a class 4 climb, but by aiming for the base of the ramp and following it to the summit I was able to keep it at a class 3. There was still some intense scrambling going on, but nothing class 4.

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I (finally) summited at 1:15pm. I’m not standing on the photogenic rock in the middle of the picture because the longest my camera will go on automatic is 10 seconds, and it wasn’t safe for me to make it there in that amount of time.  #solohikingproblems

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Wow. That had been intense!  I’d seriously misjudged today’s hike.  I’m pretty sure it took me longer to summit Pigeon Peak than any other peak I’ve attempted.  (12 hours, 45 minutes).  It wasn’t lost on me I wasn’t even halfway through my day yet.  I still needed to descend back into that basin, regain the saddle, and summit Turret Peak A.  Did I still want to summit Turret?  Honestly I was seriously debating this the entire time I was descending Pigeon, and told myself I’d decide when I reached the saddle.  It had already been a very long day and I was very, very tired. Pigeon had kicked my butt!

Here’s the descent route from Pigeon: First do your best to stay on the grassy areas to avoid slipping, and aim here

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Locate a “thumb” in the side of the mountain. From here aim for the first gully/saddle to your left, being careful to stay as high as possible to avoid dangerous scree

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From the gully/saddle you can see most of the route left. I decided to attempt Turret (not really a surprise).  At this point I knew I wasn’t getting back to my truck before midnight and I wasn’t going to get to see the Animas River in the daylight.  I wasn’t going to get to see the Columbine tree and I wasn’t going to get any pictures of the Aspens I knew were changing colors.  (All reasons to come back I guess?)

I didn’t want to route find at night. I really didn’t, but I’d made the decision to come this far and even though I was exhausted I knew I could do this.  I’d made it here route finding at night, hadn’t I?  I could do the same route finding back to my truck in the dark.

Instead of re-gaining the Pigeon-Turret saddle I crossed lower, aiming for this large rock.

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Once I passed the rock I turned right and followed the scree filled slope to the summit. This scree was just as bad, if not worse than the scree on Pigeon.  There were also some large boulders to contend with (but it stayed at a 2+)

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I summited at 4pm. Exhausted.  I set up my camera but noticed too late I was out of the picture… that’s ok, people would rather see the views anyway.  I was too tired to try a second time.

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The views were incredible! I turned around and looked back on the route I’d taken along the Animas River

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And some other peaks in the area…

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Wow. A 4pm summit.  It was late, and I was now halfway through with my trip.  I needed to book it down this mountain and back to my truck.  But first I had to wish my friend a happy birthday.  I turned on my phone, noticed I had reception, sent her a quick note and one to my kids letting them know I’d summited and turned my phone back off.  I thought to myself how it would probably be faster to drive from my house to Purgatory (6.5 hours) than it would be for me to hike there from my current position.

I turned back towards Pigeon Peak and headed down.

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The boulders at the beginning of that large rock gully were bigger than I’d remembered. And check out that boulder!  It was about 30 feet across. With how loose the rock was here I didn’t feel safe anywhere near it.

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I headed back down into the Ruby Basin and had to stop for a second to enjoy the enormity of it all. I hadn’t seen one person all day.  I want to come back and camp here

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I crossed the creek and located the “trail” that would take me back to the lake. I was surprised at just how fast the sun was setting.  I mean, it just kept getting darker and darker by the minute!  It became my goal to make it past the bear scat before I needed to get out my flashlight.  I made it (barely), got out my flashlight, and steeled myself for some serious in the dark route-finding.  It’s different route finding at night in the dark instead of early morning in the dark because you don’t have the sun coming up to look forward to (or wait something out). For reference, imagine navigating the following terrain, but at night.  It really gets tricky when a 150 foot tree falls directly on the trail and you have to navigate around it without one of your senses to help

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At least the route in the picture above is an actual route. Most of the trail down lacked a defined trail. It was steep and route finding wasn’t easy.  But I reminded myself I’d done this once already today, I could do it again.  I just kept hugging the mountainside to the left and kept listening to make sure the Animas River was to my west.

Route finding at night:

I made it back to my truck at 2am. My tracker told me this was as 39.3 mile hike with 12,275’ in elevation gain.  I believe it (this is my more accurate one than the one I’d used earlier).  It took me 25.5 hours to complete

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This was by far the most challenging hike I’ve ever attempted endurance wise. For those of you just wanting a trip report, it stops here.  For those of you interested in what happened in those 6 hours it took me to hike from Ruby Lake back to my truck, read on.

I’m not sure when the hallucinations started, but I fully noticed them around 10:30pm and tried to trace them back in time.   It must have been around 9pm.  I was in the middle of the Ruby Creek trail when I noticed I was running a fever.

Have you ever had a hallucination before? Well, I haven’t (besides those auditory ones near the river on Snowmass, which I experienced again on this trip btw.).   Well, I noticed the river singing this time for what it was and wasn’t put off by it, but now I was hearing voices in my head and having visual hallucinations as well. I was about halfway down the Ruby Creek Approach, desperately determined to correctly route find in the dark, when I became more than flushed.  I could tell I was running a fever.

I began talking to myself about myself, as if I were someone else (like a doctor talking with a nurse about a patient). What’s weird is I was having a conversation in my head with another person who wasn’t there.  Interestingly enough, I was the male in the conversation, talking to a female about the patient (me).

“She’s running a fever. Anything over 102.7 and she needs to evacuate”

“Make sure she keeps drinking and gets plenty of water, but ration it so she doesn’t run out”

“Now is a good time to start trying to talk her out of those other 13ers in the morning”

“You know she’s stubborn and it won’t be easy, start reasoning with her now”

I’d hiked for two more hours before I recognized I’d had this dialogue in my head, or that it was out of the ordinary. What made me think back to this conversation I’d had in my head?  It was the third time I said “Hey Bear!” and it ended up not being a bear but a shadow.  I paused and took time to look at what I’d thought was a smallish bear rolling on its back and happily sucking its toes.  Unlike a real animal it kept doing what it was doing and didn’t run away.  I walked closer and it turned into the shadow of a rock.  I’d also been seeing red eyes glowing in the dark since it became dark.

I knew the hallucinations were due to low blood sugar and lack of sleep, but I have Raynaud’s and didn’t have a sleeping bag/blanket with me, so stopping to sleep or rest was out of the question. I had food and water but food didn’t sound appetizing. I felt like I’d throw up if I ate anything, but lack of food meant low blood sugar and that combined with strenuous exercise and lack of sleep meant hallucinations (I’d been up since 4am the day before so I was going on 45 hours with no sleep and all I’d had for dinner before hiking was string cheese and two slices of roast beef).

I was saying things to placate myself like:

“Tell her we’ll get the rocks out of her shoe at the next stop.  She just needs to focus and keep going to the bridge.”

“When we get to the base of the Purgatory trail she can have another piece of candy”

I made it to the Needleton stop and thought to myself I still had 10 miles to go. OMG, 10 miles!  This was insane!  It had been dark for hours (I’m guessing it was about 10pm at this point) and I was physically ready to drop.  But I kept going.  Stopping just wasn’t an option.

I felt like a machine, thinking outside of my body, running on autopilot. I was referring to myself in the third person.   Ever the scientist I recognized what was going on and decided to document it in my mind to remember later.  I was having both auditory and visual hallucinations (and apparently talking to myself).  Not only as I talking to myself, I was talking to myself in third person, treating myself like I said before as a patient instead of as me.  It was more than just a “pep talk” to keep going (but it was a pep talk, just from someone else… who was me).

Why was I seeing so many shadows tonight? I hadn’t seen any last night?  Why was hiking tonight so different from last night?  Then it occurred to me:  the full moon wasn’t out yet.  Yesterday the full moon had eliminated a lot of the shadows I was seeing tonight in the rays of my flashlight.

The visual ones were the most interesting. Once I realized the bear(s) weren’t real I decided to pay attention to what was going on.  I couldn’t make the hallucinations stop, but I could accept them for what they were.  They came in many forms, there was only one image at a time, I never knew what they were going to do, and they were all trying to get my attention for one reason or another.

I started using the experience as entertainment, like a tv show to keep me occupied and my mind off the fact I was physically exhausted and it hurt to continue hiking. Here are some of the hallucinations I had:

  • A woman in a t-shirt trying to get me to notice her t-shirt (dancing around holding up the fabric on her shoulders with her fingers while moving side to side)
  • A life size version of Yoda climbing a tree
  • Horses shaking their heads and pawing at the ground
  • Apes / Sasquatch walking past me (I’m guessing this was because I was seeing my shadow a lot)
  • Witches with cauldrons
  • Frogs, snakes, and bugs skittering across the path (they’d been the leaves and sticks on the ground)
  • Flashing black and yellow freeway signs (I didn’t read them because I was scared to see what they’d say)
  • Street vendors trying to get me to visit their stores
  • Every type of animal you can imagine pretending to be a human (a giraffe trying to use an umbrella, a zebra on two legs trying to mow a lawn)

Eventually the visions would all become a shadow/rock/tree/etc. as I passed by. As the night wore on the hallucinations started getting bolder and coming towards me.  Knowing they weren’t real but still fearful, I decided to keep my head down and focus on the trail directly below my feet.  From the time I crossed the Animas River until I made it back to my truck I refused to lift my head to look at anything ahead because something would lunge at me from out of the dark (not really, but it felt real at the time).  The good news was I’d stopped talking to myself in the third person.

The trail up from Purgatory was terrible. It was much longer than I’d remembered, the leaves and small rocks under my feet became large bugs and frogs I tried in vain not to step on, and none of the terrain looked familiar or as I’d remembered it from yesterday. I had to keep checking my map and compass to make sure I was headed in the correct direction (I was).

I needed rest. I needed to eat.  I needed to make it back to my truck so I could do both.  At this point there was no way I was going to drive to another trailhead and attempt any more 13ers tomorrow (today!).

I made it back to my truck at 2am. All of the vehicles in the parking lot were the same ones that were there when I’d left.  I needed to eat.  I wasn’t hungry but I told myself I had to eat to replace all the calories I’d burned, so I got out a Mountain House meal and the Jetboil and got to work.

I found a ‘safe’ place to light the Jetboil, which ended up being in the middle of the parking area (small rocks and pebbles were the ground cover). I’m so glad I decided to light the stove in a fire safe area because as soon as the water started boiling and I tried to turn the stove off it wouldn’t turn off:  the flame just kept intensifying.  Yes, I was operating it correctly and I knew what I was doing.  I decided to pour the water into the bag so I wouldn’t pour scalding water on myself as I was trying to put out the flame.  You can probably guess what happened next.  There’s a reason you’re not supposed to turn a Jetboil sideways/upside down.  The flame quickly became 5 times its original size, dancing wildly.  I momentarily panicked, blew on it, and the flame went out.  Whew!  That was a disaster narrowly averted.  Advice:  Don’t try to operate a camp stove when you’ve been hallucinating.

I put the stove away, ate my dinner, set my alarm for 9:30am and quickly fell asleep in the back of my truck. Two seconds later my alarm went off.  It was already bright and quite warm outside.  I did a quick head to toe physical assessment of myself:  My hair was a mess, my head didn’t hurt, my feet were dry, warm, and operational.  I was thinking clearly, and I wasn’t sore (at all, which was weird considering all the activity I’d done).  I felt fine to drive, so I jumped into the front seat and was on my way, glad I’d had the sense to fill up the truck with gas the night before.

Normally I get on the treadmill everyday and do 5 miles with 4000’ of elevation gain, unless I’ve hiked more than that. I do this 7 days a week, and have done so for the past 8 years.  I’ve been known to hop on the treadmill after easier 14ers like Bierstadt or Evans because I didn’t get enough of a workout in.  Today I’ve only hiked 1000’ of elevation gain, but I’ve done 7 miles since midnight, so I’m calling it a draw and not getting on the treadmill today… I don’t even feel guilty!

Fletcher Mountain  – 13,943 & Drift Peak 13,915

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RT Length

Elevation Gain: 2777’

I was a bit worried about today’s hike.  After hiking Stewart Peak with frozen feet last Tuesday I found this rock in my right hiking boot.

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I’m not sure how long during the hike it had been there, but it had apparently rested under the ball of my right toe for quite some time.  I know this because for the past 2-3 days I’ve had a hard time walking without pain.  My foot wasn’t red or swollen, but I couldn’t walk on it normally, and it hurt to massage it.  I researched my symptoms, and Google told me I did something to the joint.  Ironically the way to treat it was to either exercise it, rest it, or take Ibuprofen.  I don’t rest and I don’t take medication if I can avoid it, so I decided to get some exercise (but not too much).

So for today I picked a moderate class 3 hike that was supposed to be about 6 miles in length with around 3000’ of elevation gain in a heavily trafficked area so if something went wrong I’d have a better chance of finding help.

I woke up at 2am (woohoo!  It’s like I slept in!) and made it to the trailhead at 5am.  There was one other car in the parking lot but as I was getting ready someone pulled up and asked me if we were at the Quandary Trailhead.  Technically we were, but it’s the trailhead for the more dangerous West Ridge route, and I figured by looking at them they were looking for the East Ridge Route, so I gave them directions back to the lower trailhead.  For so many reasons sorry not sorry if I’d been wrong.

Here’s a view of the 2WD dirt road in and the parking area

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It was dark when I started out.  I crossed my fingers and started my new tracker, walked to the right to the hill where the gate and dam meet and noticed this sign:

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There’s a trail here that follows the lake.  I took it for longer than I should’ve and quickly noticed my mistake:  I was too far south.  In the dark where I was supposed to turn didn’t look safe so I’d continued along the lake looking for another trail that headed up.  Luckily there were several social trails that headed north towards the correct trail.  I found one that was most likely more difficult than the first and was soon back on route.  Here’s where you’re supposed to turn right and climb the hill.

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Here’s where I joined the trail

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The trail up through the basin is easy to follow (even in the dark).  The trail gained elevation very gradually and my right foot throbbed with every step.

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Here’s the route I took through the basin and up over to 12,500’

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Once the trail ends it’s heavily cairned and easy to follow, even in the dark.  I wasn’t able to see the red gully, but it was still the obvious trail to follow.  As I gained in elevation and the route became steeper my foot curiously stopped hurting.

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After the red gully there were large boulders and rocks to hike around, with lots of carins to help out with route finding.

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When I reached the top of the basin I turned around.  Quandary’s west ridge looked amazing in the morning light!

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Ahead of me I could see Fletcher Mountain

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There was no trail, but the route to the summit was obvious.  Here’s the route I took

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You want to stick to the left of the ridge because there are steep drop offs to the right.  The rocks aren’t stable but they won’t fall on you either, they’ll just roll.  About half way up it started getting tricky: I was curiously slipping with every step!  That wasn’t right?  I have great shoes that usually grip everything.  It seemed there was a thin layer of ice on the rocks I couldn’t see but which made hiking without slipping nearly impossible.  Yes, I resorted to a kind of forward crawl where I had at least 3 points of contact the entire time.  I probably looked silly with my butt in the air but I wasn’t slipping and falling. And there wasn’t anyone around to see…

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I made it to the summit at 7am and had a great view of Quandary (it looked cold up there!).  The wind was intense and made it much colder than it should have been.  Here’s my summit photo

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The cloud above Quandary worried me, but the wind was blowing east and I was headed west so I decided to just keep an eye on the weather.  Otherwise it was a perfect morning!

I looked to the southeast at my next goal

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The hike down Fletcher towards the saddle was just as awkward as the hike up (I kind of spider crawled due to the ice) but by the time I’d made it to the saddle the ice was pretty much gone.  Here’s the view of Drift (left) and Fletcher (right) from the saddle

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This is a great place to put your helmet on (and keep it on until you make it back here).  The beginning part of the ridge for Drift wasn’t too difficult.  I just gained the ridge and followed it

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From the picture below you want to stop following the ridge and turn right (north) to bypass the crux of the route (if you continue on the ridge you’ll encounter steep drop-offs and need to turn around)

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You’re looking for and aiming towards a large round bolt in the route.  It’s about 5 inches in diameter, and visible from a good ways away if you know where to look.  I’ve circled the bolt in the pictures below

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When you make your way to the bolt you’ll see by facing north how to drop into the gully.

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This is kind of a chimney, and gets you ready for the more serious climbing ahead

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Oh, did I mention the rocks were now icy again?  Here’s a better view of the ice

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From here I had to re-gain the ridge.  I crossed the gully, located the lighter gray colored rocks, and headed up.

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There are several routes to regain the ridge but if you stay on the lighter gray rock you should be fine.  Did I mention this was steep?  Seriously steep and slippery (due to the ice) and definitely Class 3+.  Several times I thought how helpful a rope wouldn’t been…

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But once I gained the ridge all I had to worry about was ice and wind as I crossed the easy path to the summit. The rocks weren’t stable but they weren’t a problem to navigate.  Just be careful for rolled ankles.

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Well, easy if the wind wasn’t blustering at 40mph and there wasn’t a thin layer of ice on the rocks.  I was very cold and honestly crab-walked over the slippery rocks to the summit, afraid with the wind and ice I’d slip and fall.  But I made it!  I summited at 8:15am.  I couldn’t smile because my lips were frozen… I tried though.

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Here’s a look back at the ridge

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I was cold and my fingers were starting to freeze so I didn’t stay on the summit long. I knew I’d need some dexterity in my fingers to make it back down the light gray rocks.  I followed the easy ridge back and braced myself to downclimb back into the gully.  The first few sections were fun and I was easily able to navigate the large boulders.  Until I reached this point

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This is where I fell.  Well, I didn’t actually fall, more like slid for about 4 feet (scarier when it’s actually happening than it sounds reading about it).  You see, everything was once again covered in a thin layer of ice, and there were no foot/hand holds available.  None.  I know, I was looking.  I was in a spot that (due to the ice) offered very little in the way of help for the situation I was in.  There were a few patches of moss that I tried to use, but naturally they weren’t stable and quickly crumbled out from under my shoes.  And that ice didn’t help at all!  I knew I was going to slip and slide eventually, so I tried to minimize the acceleration as much as possible before and as it happened by hugging the rocks and leaning forward.  When I slid I was able to stop myself on a ledge about 3 inches wide and 6 inches long, stabilize myself, take a deep breath, and continue downclimbing.  I’d bruised my right shin (just a little scrape with minor bleeding) and I had a hole in my pants at my shin, but I was proud of myself for not turning this into a worse situation.  Here’s the section where I slid.  From top of the circle to the bottom is about 10 feet.

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I couldn’t go to the left or right because it was actually steeper in those sections and led to larger drop-offs.  This looked less steep when I was first climbing down, and the moss and lichen looked to be on larger/actual holds, or I wouldn’t have attempted it.  In hindsight, before I was downclimbing this area I should have retraced my steps to where I climbed up (as I knew there were adequate hand and footholds in that area).

Once I was on more stable ground I took a look around:  I needed to find that chimney to head back.  Here you can see it from across the gully

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I headed towards the chimney, climbed it, turned right and headed back to the ridge, knowing the worst was behind me.  I made it back to the saddle and saw no reason to re-summit Fletcher, so I turned right and headed down the middle of the basin towards Quandary.

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Once again, no trail, just rocks.  Luckily, while the rocks weren’t stable they also weren’t icy.  I felt humbled by the enormity of the rock field and my small place in it.

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As I descended into the basin the beauty caused me to pause.  This is truly a gorgeous area!  I’ll be coming back to attempt Quandary’s West Route someday.

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I followed the cairns down and around the several small ponds I’d missed in the dark.

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I stayed here much longer than I should have, but it was worth it for the views!  The red gully was clearly visible in the daylight

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And those ponds and streams are much deeper than they look.  For such narrow streams at a high elevation I was surprised they were 4-5 feet deep.

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Exiting the basin was an easy walk.  At this point I noticed my foot didn’t hurt anymore.  I guess exercise was the answer!  I passed an old mine

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Turned the corner to take one last picture of the basin (I may frame this)

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and:  Goats!  I love running into goats on the trail!  This herd had several kids.  All adorable

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I made it back to my truck at 11am, making this a 6.4 mile hike/climb in 6 hours. Oh, and my tracker had worked!  It said I’d climbed 2777’ in elevation, which I thought was pretty close to the 2800’ I’d been expecting.   Now I just need to figure out how to save and transfer the GPX file to my computer. I was not happy with my time, but considering I’d crawled for a good portion of it due to ice I wasn’t too upset either.  And I’d stayed safe. And I’d seen goats!

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Here’s my route on a topo map