Harvard-Columbia Traverse

After an unsuccessful bid on Capitol Peak I’ve been chomping at the bit to get back into the high country and take down some mountains. I called my trusty partner David Gardner and he was up for an attempt on the long Harvard-Columbia Traverse.

Dave treks in the shadows as the sun overtakes Mt. Harvard (14,420′)

The chosen route would take Dave and I up the standard Harvard South slope route before a 2.5 mile traverse below the Harvard-Columbia ridge. The round-trip is a greuling 15.5 miles so we knew an early start would be the key.

We were up at 3am and on the road at 3:45 for the familiar drive to Buena Vista.  We hit the trail before sunrise at 6:17 and started a brisk pace through the Horn Fork Basin.  The approach to Harvard is relatively flat compared to some of the other Sawatch 14ers we’ve climbed.  The views were spectacular and we were even greeted to some wild-life.

2 White Tail Deer came to say hello

Although we were enjoying the ease of the approach we knew the vertical gain would have to be made up eventually, and we were right.  Shortly after cresting tree-line the trail began to climb sharply.  We headed up the south slope via switchbacks and past Bear Lake before eventually gaining the ridge.  After some scrambling over rocks we were standing on the summit of Mt. Harvard.

Dave on the final push for Harvard’s Summit

Last rock to Harvard’s top

From Harvard’s summit we could see Columbia in the distance.

Columbia awaits

We made good time up Harvard and were on top before 10am, but the traverse to Columbia would not be as simple.  We set out from Harvard’s summit and followed the trail as it descended in elevation.  We meandered around some rock outcroppings before dropping down to the east side of the ridge.  We followed another climber and eventually the trail just simply ended.  He looked at us, we looked at him, and none of us really knew which way to go from here.  Although I had the print-out from 14ers.com, it was touch to follow so we began descending to get around some talus fields.  After at least a mile detour we realized where we needed to go and began ascending until we were just below the ridge.  After a LOT of rock-hopping, we gained the saddle below Columbia’s ridge and knew the summit was just a climb away.

Columbia’s final test

Columbia summit shot

We stuck around on top for some food with our new climbing partner, Austin and started down shortly after our meal.  The descent from Columbia was brutal.  Jon describes it well here, but let’s just say it was steep, loose and painful.

Looking back on the brutal descent from Columbia

After the descent we were back in the trees for the long flat hike back to the car.  My feet were on fire from the steep Columbia descent and it seemed like an eternity before we reached the trailhead.  Still, we made it back safe with only some blisters to take with us.  I know I speak for both of us when I say we were pretty glad to have those 2 behind us.  Only 1 more Sawatch peak remains before I’m done with the Range, Holy Cross.  Yet I still have Capitol on my mind.  We’ll see how the fall pans out and if I’ll get Capitol done.  I’m saving Holy Cross for an overnight ski attempt next spring!

Schooling Mt. Princeton (14,197′)

View of the ridge and Princeton’s summit

Dave Gardner and I had planned on continuing our assault on the Sawatch Range by attempting Mt. Princeton (14,197′) on July 14th, 2012.  I was worried about Princeton’s infamous road  (for good reason!) and was hoping we could take Dave’s Jeep to make things a little more manageable.  Friday night I got a text from Dave letting me know he couldn’t make it.  I was pretty hungry to tackle Princeton and decided to go solo.  I figured if the road gave me trouble I’d hike the trail and see where things went from there.

I left Denver around 5:30am and made the familiar drive to Buena Vista and by 7:30 I was at the lower trailhead.  I put my Hyundai Santa Fe in AWD and headed up the road.  The road itself wasn’t too bad since it was bone dry, but as I headed up I muttered to myself “this would be amessin the rain.”  Call me psychic but I had no idea I had just predicted what was to come.

I made it to the radio towers around 8am and found most of the parking spots full.  Not willing to chance the road any higher I managed to squeeze into a spot next to the high tower, however I knew I wouldn’t be able to turn around when I got back which would make for an interesting ride down.  For now I put that out of my mind and began the ascent at 8:15.

The ascent starts up the road… I hate road climbing, it’s boring but I wasn’t feeling strong enough to run so I tried to keep a brisk pace.  Eventually I made it to where the trail breaks off the road and began the traverse along Princeton’s east slope.

It was here my second wind kicked in and I began pushing hard towards the ridge and ultimately the summit.  The final push to the summit was steep and really punched me in the mouth, but after an 1:43 I was at the summit.

Summit shot looking out over Chaffee County

Antero in the back drop

The descent from the summit was loose and required some care but I made good time back to the traverse.  Once I hit the road I began a light jog which shaved off some precious minutes.  Minutes I would later realize were the difference between staying dry and getting soaked.  I made it to the car with a round-trip time of 2:58, just under 3 hours and boy was I stoked.

However, now my focus turned to my car situation.  With no room to turn around I knew my only option was to back down the road.  Carefully I made my way around a bend and back to the lots at the lower radio tower where I was able to rurn around and head forward down the road.  Almost immediately after I turned around I was met with the brake lights of a truck stopped in front of me.  There was another truck trying to head up the road and we were at a stand-still.  It was at this moment that my prophecy came to fruition, the sky opened up, and it began to pour!

After a short wait, the ascenders began to impressively back down the road for about a quarter-mile before we were able to pass.  The rest of the drive down was uneventful and I had notched my 25th 14er.

High on Huron (14,003′) and Speedy Too!

Huron Shines in the Morning Sun

July 1st, 4:30am I was out of bed and in the car heading towards Chaffee county Rd 390.  I’ve taken this trip several times before since 390 feeds would-be climbers into the popular Missouri Gulch.  From here hikers can bag three 14ers, Belford, Oxford and of course Missouri.  It had been almost a year to the day that Jon Jay and I skied Missouri but this time I had a different objective, Huron Peak.

Back when I had undertaken the aforementioned climbs, I had no idea that tucked way back in this valley was Huron Peak, just waiting to be tackled.  I must admit, I hate driving the 390 since its wash-board-dirt-road rattles the crap out of my wanna be Hyundai SUV.  It’s not a short drive either.  In fact, from Highway 24 it’s about 7 miles of annoying wash boards to the Missouri trailhead, and another 5 miles to the historic mining town of Winfield and the 2WD trailhead for Huron Peak.

Winfield, Old Mining Town

From there, it’s driver’s choice whether to take the 4wd road another 2 miles to the upper trailhead.  I had read on 14ers.com that the road wasn’t too bad so I decided to give it a go and shorten the hike to a mere 6.75 miles.

Today I was rolling solo, you see, I had a mission in mind.  I wanted to see how fast I could climb Huron and push myself to the limit.  I’ve felt pretty strong on the last few hikes, and I have to admit, if you’re used to carrying skis up these mountains a mere hike can seem pretty easy.  My plan was to jog/run as much as I could and see what sort of time I could finish up with.

The trail began pretty flat and I took off running at a good pace.  Before long I came upon the famous Sawatch switch-backs which are pretty common on any Sawatch climb.  These particular switchbacks were pretty typical of the Sawatch… long and unrelenting.  My jog slowed to a brisk walk as I meandered through the woods.  Eventually I broke tree-line and Huron came into view along with the stunning 3 Apostles.

The 3 Apostles, South Apostle, Ice Mountain and North Apostle.

The trail remained steep longer than I had hoped and eventually flattened into a meadow.  This flat spot is only about 200 yards long and is just a tease before the real climbing begins, the 1700 foot climb up the North Ridge.  I figure it must’ve taken me about 45 minutes to get to this point, and I was hoping for a summit time of 2 hours, so I figured I was in good position.  Up until this point my legs had felt heavy (I think I drank one too many beers the night before in an attempt to carbo-load) so I didn’t know what kind of pace I would take up the North Ridge.  However, once the trail steepened, those extra carbs must’ve kicked in!  I found an extra gear and was moving fast.  I passed about 15 climbers on that ridge assault and by 1:15 into the hike, I was nearing the summit.  I decided to change my summit goal from 2 hours to 1:30 and really kicked it into high gear.  I reached a section of rock scrambling and felt the lactic acid burning in my legs as I pushed one in front of the other.  I had established a pace, but it was a pace that was just below my absolute max.  I kept glancing at my watch and knew I had to keep going.  The summit wa getting closer and the clock read 1:17, I was going to make it!  I set my sights on a lone rock outcropping and put my head down!  At 1:20 I reach the top in sheer exhaustion only to find…. SHIT… False summit!  I looked to my right and saw the remaining route climbing what looked to be another 500 feet straight up.  I had reached two climbers taking in the sites on this small hump and thought I might throw up right then and there.  Had they not been there, I probably would have.  But right as I was taking this rest, something weird happened.  I don’t know if I was suffering from slight altitude sickness or what, but when I glanced back to my right, the route seemed to have shortened significantly.  It no longer looked like 500 ft, more like 100, and it didn’t look nearly as steep.  The climber to my right said to his partner, “Well, shall we finish up?”  and before they could, I was off again.  In 4 minutes I was on top, with a summit time of 1:26.  I met a few climbers up there and dropped a few Shot Bloks (with caffeine of course) to energize.  After the break, I took some summit shots and was on the way back down.

Summit Shot

I ran down most of the north ridge except where rock made it too difficult and was back at the car in 57 minutes for a total time of 2:23 (not including my brief summit rest.)  The trip was a blast and I pushed my body harder than I have in  a long time.  I have to admit, my legs are pretty sore as I’m writing this but it’s definitely rewarding.  As long as I am able, I enjoy the inner exploration as much as the outward exploration of enjoying the mountains.  I am absolutely loving this journey and I love this part of living in Colorado.  Stay tuned for the next adventure.

P.S. I apologize for the poor photo quality.  These were taken with my blackberry and a new camera is hopefully on the horizon.

Running up Antero (14,336′)

The Ridge, Final push to Antero’s Summit

Dave Gardner and I decided that June 16th would be a good day to knock off Mt. Antero (14,336′), another of the official 15 Sawatch 14ers.  We decided to take Dave’s Jeep so we could drive up a good portion of the road and make the 15 mile trek into a more manageable 7 miles.  Dave’s Jeep climbed like a champ and before long we were at about 11,000 ft crossing the creek.  We decided we’d stop here and start hiking in order to get a 3,000 ft vertical ascent in, which some consider to be a condition of a true 14er summit.

We started up with Mr. Cooper, Dave’s boxer, and crushed the first thousand feet in about 28 minutes.  We were moving for sure but we had more energy in the tank.  in 45 minutes we were above tree-line switch-backing along Antero’s 4WD road.  The views of the surrounding Sawatch were impressive, but the ease of the road was making me feel like we were cheating somehow.  I turned to Dave and said “I think I’m going to run.”  And that’s what I did, began to run up Antero’s 4WD road.

Not wanting to be outdone, Dave picked up a jog behind me and off we went, running up Antero.  We passed several hikers on the way who thought we were nuts, but we were just trying to keep things interesting.  After about 30 minutes I reach a fork and waited for Dave where we slowed the pace for the remainder of the road hike.  After a little over an hour we were at the high parking lot atop the 4WD road, where the hike turned to a fun scramble up Antero’s south ridge.

Clouds Rolling In

It wasn’t even 10am but we could see some weather rolling in.  Mr. Cooper was being slowed down on the ridge and I was worried about the weather so I took off for the summit.  Just before the top a small cloud rolled in and actually began dropping snow on me.  It’s not the first time I’ve been snowed on in summer, but it’s always rather surprising.

Luckily the squall passed to our east and we all made it to the top, Mr. Cooper included.

Squalls to the East

Summit Shot! Mr. Cooper Included.

We met a fellow climber, Dan McGee at the top and offered to meet him at the Jeep to drive him to the lower trailhead.  Dave and I were offered a ride down on our trip on Castle and Conundrum and knew that the ride would be appreciated.  Dan took off down the mountain and we made our way down about 30 minutes later.  We took our time on the descent and stopped to chat with several drivers/climbers.  Mr. Cooper was also visibly tired and we wanted to make sure we didn’t push him too hard.  We made it down without incident and found Dan waiting for us at the Jeep.  After a short drive down we were home free with another great 14er summit behind us.

La Plata, Eric’s First 14er

La Plata… ain’t she a beaut?

It was another 1am departure as Eric Internicola and I left Denver to try and tackle La Plata Peak (14, 336′) on June 3rd.  This would mark my 32nd straight month skiing and for Eric, this would be his first attempt at both a 14er climb, let alone a ski descent.  Needless to say he was pretty pumped, but I could tell Eric was concerned about his fitness.  Eric would be the first to tell you he was moving slowly on our attempt at Notch Top which turned into a descent on Dragontail.  Although I think it was more the weather than Eric’s pace that led to a plan B descent, I know Eric did not want to keep us from summiting La Plata, and I was sure he was up for the challenge.

As anyone will tell you, climbing any 14er is no small feat.  When you add about 40 lbs of ski gear on your back, the challenge becomes exponentially more daunting.  Couple that with the fact that Eric’s setup is not exactly light, I knew an early start and a moderate pace would be key to success on this trip.

With that in mind, we set out at 4am with our headlamps on meandering through woods that welcome a would-be climber to the La Plata trail.  We had a bit of trouble seeing the trail at some spots, but as soon as the trail started gaining we could easily find our way. Soon the sun was rising and the headlamps went back in the pack.

When climbing anything, I typically don’t like to stop as I see a moderate pace a more effective strategy.  Especially when trying to get a ski in, it’s important to beat the heat and summit before the snow becomes too soft and dangerous for a descent.  So I was a little perturbed/sleep deprived/cranky when Eric asked to stop for a rest.  I reminded him we should keep moving and that we could stop an hour in for a quick rest.  Not long after, Eric was feeling fatigued and I decided to let him lead.  I told him to set a pace he could sustain and it was at that point I noticed what was holding him back!  It was then that I introduced Eric to the “rest step.”  The rest step is a technique where a climber takes a small pause at the top of a step which allows him to essentially rest for a split second and save a great deal of energy.  The rest step is particularly helpful when carrying significant weight.  After a quick demonstration it was immediately apparent that the rest step was going to be Eric’s friend for the rest of the hike!

Eric was ecstatic at the change in his energy level and lead a great pace up to tree-line.  We took a quick rest here and began the vertical push that is the second half of La Plata’s ascent route.

Eric on a boulder below the ridge. Spirits high.  The Summit is not visible, but hidden behind the false summit.

It is here the trail steepens substantially and Eric again lead a great pace as we switchbacked up the west side of La Plata.  As the sun rose with us, we were treated to some magnificent views of the nearby Sawatch Mountains.

Sun rising over the Sawatch

As we gained the ridge I was confronted with 2 concerns.  My first concern was that the morning sun was already hot and our planned descent route was taking a direct hit.  I was worried the snow would be too soft for a safe descent by the time we reached the summit.  My second concern was how Eric would handle the altitude.  While the rest step was helping him with his energy, there is simply no way to prepare for altitude except to be at altitude often.  I remember my first 14er and the change in altitude hit me hard.  Only time would tell how Eric would respond.

As we climbed higher it became apparent that the elevation was taking its toll on my partner.  My main concern above 13,000 ft is dizziness and dehydration so we stopped for water more frequently and I kept tabs on Eric’s state we we rose higher.  Although our pace slowed, Eric maintained that he was not feeling dizzy so we kept pressing on.  Before long we were at the summit and taking in the views of the surrounding Sawatch range!

Summit Shot

Sawatch Views!

It was at this point my attention turned to our descent.  I had seen a line looker’s left of the summit that looked like it might be skiable, but would require a short down-climb.  As we transitioned into our ski gear a fellow climber graciously offered to scout the line from the opposite ridge.  As we were tightening our ski boots he returned and told us it looked skiable and the snow was consistent all the way down.  I decided to give it a go.

Eric watched from the ridge as I downclimbed into the couloir.  It was immediately apparent that the quality of rock in the gully was poor and that I would be hard-pressed to find anything solid to hold on to.  As my focus heightened, Eric was at the top verbally echoing my internal monologue… “this is sketchy.”

Downclimbing into the couloir. Sketchy.

I felt if I could just get to the patch of snow I could get a solid foot hold and transition into skis.  To some, it may be a surprise to find that it is much easier to ski a steep slope than to downclimb, I was hoping I could.  Unfortunately, to my dismay as I reach the top of the snow patch it was obvious that it had been turned to mush in the hot morning sun.  There was no way I could transition here, let alone ski this mank.  My only option now was to turn back and scramble out.

After what seemed like an eternity I made my way back to the ridge and solid rock.  Eric and I both agreed that it was the right call and we looked to plan B, the northwest ridge.  we had seen the ridge on the way up and could see several lines that dropped off to the east, however we couldn’t tell if these lines we continuous or if they cliffed/melted out.  We decided to be cautious and ski down in an attempt to have a look into the couloirs.  We met at the mouth of our chosen line but were still unable to see down into the couloir .  One of us would have to ski down and look.  I happily volunteered to take a peak but I wasn’t sure what I would find.  As I crept over the edge the couloir opened up below me, and my eyes opened with it!  I saw continuous snow for at least 1800 vertical feet!  We were going to ski today, and what a ski it would be!

I pointed my skis downhill and began linking turns.  The snow was perfect in a sweet spot just between the hot sun and cool shadow from the rock wall to my right.  My hollers echoed up the couloir to where Eric was, and he knew he was in for a treat.  After I stopped, Eric followed, and I swear I could see his smile from 2000 feet down!  We made our way down to the valley below and exchanged the customaary pole-clanks and high fives.

Eric finishes up his first 14er descent

Eric with his conquest behind him. Some great lines back there.

We stopped for a quick bite on a large boulder field and transitioned back into our hiking gear.  For me, this was one of the best parts of the hike.  You see, our descent had dumped us into a remote valley east of our ascent route.  It was beautiful and quiet, and there was no trail here.  We would have to make our way out with nothing but our own navigational skills.  A task I was excited about.

I had read from previous trip reports that we could simply follow the creek out to the river and hike hwy 82 back up to our trailhead.  This was the plan.  However, we had a few obstacles to overcome first.  Our first objective was to navigate the boulder field on which we had been deposited and then make our way across a marshy area filled with dense underbrush.

Eric bushwhacks out with La Plata in the backdrop

After some bushwhacking we came to where all the marsh streams emptied into the main valley creek and began following the creek downstream.  Before long, we picked up a small animal path which made navigating easy.  We figured this trail had been used by both animals and humans, but certainly not by anyone carrying skis!  As we hit tree line and entered the forest we were harrased by low-hanging branches that made the trek quite arduous.

Before long, the trail seemed to split off to our left (west) towards the adjascent valley from which we had made our ascent.  I figured if we headed west, the worst case scenario was that we would hit the creek in the adjascent valley, or better yet, run into the La Plata trail.  We followed another faint trail west and it wasn’t long before we found some pink trail markers!  These markers led us right to the stream which we crossed, and only a few steps away we hit the La Plata trail and were home free.  We were both thrilled to have had such a successful trip and celebrated with beers back at the car.  With a great first 14er ascent and ski behind him, Eric certainly deserved every delicious drop!

Descent Route

Basic view of our route.  Red=Ascent, Blue=descent

Mt. Elbert (14,433′), The Top of Colorado!

On May 28th Jon Jay and I set out for an early morning assault toward a thin Box Creek Cirque on Mt. Elbert.  I climbed Mt. Massive over 5 years ago and have wanted to get after Elbert for a while now.  However, I figured if I was going to climb it, I’d rather get a good ski in as well.  I’d just been waiting for the right time and Jon was down for the trip… it was on!

It was much cooler than it had been weeks prior which allowed Jon and I to take our time reaching the summit.  This was a good thing considering we were both pretty beat from previous days events.  Jon had toured about 3500 vertical feet and rode his bike 13 miles the day before, whereas I had just finished moving 17 tons of rock at home.  Needless to say we were fine taking our time!

After a quick ascent we found ourselves departing from the trail and traversing the ridge towards the Box Creek Cirque.  The plan was to climb the cirque and then stash our skis while we climbed to the top.  We were almost certain there would not be continuous snow from the summit and once we saw how thin the cirque was we knew our assumption was correct.

Mt Massive poses in the backdrop as Jon traverses the ridge

Box Creek Cirque looking thin

After a fun snow climb we stashed the skis according to plan and regained the North Summit Trail.  After a short climb we were standing on the summit enjoying the usual awesome 14er views!

Jon pushes towards the summit

Summit Shot

After a short downclimb we were back to our skis and ready to get some turns.  The snow had softened nicely and we were pretty excited to get a ski in.  We had to connect the dots a bit but overall it was a really great descent.  There was a small crux in the middle as we entered an adjascent couloir from where we started.  From here the couloir steepened , tightened and became super fun! I’m pumped Jon joined me for this one and I’m even more pumped we were able to ski Elbert before all the snow melted out.  Enjoy the video!

Jon skiing the steeps

Ascent/Descent route

Hopeful on Cinco de Mayo

Mt. Hope, Hopeful Couloir Descent

I’ve been waiting to publish this trip report to make sure I give it the credit it deserves.  On April 28th I attempted the Hopeful Couloir on Mt. Hope (13,933′) with my buddy Eric and due to some route-finding errors (actually one BIG route-finding error) we never made it.  Hungry for redemption I called Jon Jay that week and told him I knew where to go, and we were going to ski the Hopeful.  Jon agreed (as he usually does) and I met him at the trailhead at 4:15 am and we started to climb.  Much like my trip up Dragon Tail I knew we would be fighting a hot sun so we set a brisk pace with headlamps donned.

Before long we were at the point where I made the fatal mistake the week prior.  Confidently I turned left – instead of right – and we were headed up Big Willis Gulch towards our objective.  As the Hopeful Couloir came into view it looked like we were near the end of our journey, but as we began skinning up the coulie we realized how massive this thing was and that we were in for a slog.

Jon tops out

We transitioned high on some rocks and went to work.  We topped-out around 9:30 and scrambled to the summit for our well-earned views and summit shots.  Here were put the skis on and headed back to the couloir.  Since I led, Jon gave me firsties which briefly brought on some flashbacks of my Scary Ride on Mt. Yale  however today would be nothing like that day and all that was in store was an incredibly long and fast descent down perfect spring snow.  Jon and I hauled ass down this thing and were hooting and hollering the whole way.  It was an incredible descent on an incredible mountain.  We had a blast and now everytime I drive by Twin Lakes I see Mt. Hope with that huge gash of a couloir smiling down at me.  A gift that will never be forgotten.