With all the snow in Colorado this winter I was determined to get out on a good snow climb. Taking a day off work I signed up for a CMC trip headed for Quandary Peak’s north face couloir – a long, but moderate route.
I met Dave and Diana at 4am and we drove up to Breckenridge in the pre-dawn darkness. Three other climbers were meeting us in Breckenridge, including two that Dave said had plans to ski the mountain. Strangely, I noticed a nearly identical vehicle to my own, only gray and with mountaineering skis on the roof rack that we leapfrogged throughout the drive. Sure enough, right after we pulled into the meeting spot, the gray Hyundai showed up as well. Chris and Vern were the two skiers while John waited in another car.
The trailhead had recently melted out enough that we could nearly approach the summer parking area. McCullough Gulch Road had melted out quite a bit since I’d been here last week and with the early start (6 am) we were able to stay on top of the frozen snow (mostly). Once we reached the summer trailhead for McCullough Gulch Diana and I resorted to our snowshoes for the rest of the approach.
Dave had previously scouted the trail and we could follow his old tracks somewhat – melted and refrozen as they were. As we neared tree line we finally had a view of the couloir.
We didn’t expect to belay anyone on this climb, but we were carrying two 30 meter ropes and some pickets, so on the off-chance that someone required assistance from the ropes, we went ahead and put on our harnesses at the base of the couloir. The beginning of the couloir was moderately angled and we kept our snowshoes on until we reached some bare rocks were we switched over to crampons.
Chris started up the couloir, kicking steps in the snow with his ski boots and the rest of us followed his lead.
John took over step kicking after a little while as we switchbacked across the slope, slowly gaining elevation. The couloir narrowed and steepened just above where the lead was passed to me.
Unweighted by skis and wearing my light boots I was able to move up the couloir fairly quickly. Initially, I tried to follow some old tracks from a previous climber. However, that climber was easily 6 inches taller than me with huge steps or lived his whole life on a Stairmaster. Those steps were refrozen hard and we found it easier to kick in our own steps rather than endure the thigh burning sensation of following in the giant’s footsteps.
While switchbacking across the slope I heard a clattering from above and saw a dinner plate-sized rock bounding down the rocks to our left and headed for the couloir. I yelled “ROCK!” repeatedly to alert the others then watched the stone smack into the soft snow about 5 feet from my tracks and come to a rest. I avoided getting too close to that side of the couloir for a while.
Our group was getting a little spread out, so Dave called for me to find a good spot to take a break. Remembering the rock, I chose a spot below a rock outcropping that would provide some protection from other flying missiles.
Dave and John took turns leading out after our rest break and navigated around some bare rocks.
Near the top, I took another turn kicking steps and finally exited the couloir. Across the slope I could see a few other parties ascending the normal east ridge route.
We had talked about descending the south couloir, but the day was already very warm and the snow on the more protected side of the mountain was already soft. None of us wanted to chance going down the south side, so we made a quick visit to the summit then started down the east ridge.
The snow was getting very soft as we headed down and even with snowshoes on we still occasionally sunk in past our knees. In a few spots the snow had melted clear and we waddled across bare ground to reach more snow.
Back in the trees the snow was possibly even worse. We slipped, slid and plunged into snow pits before eventually finding ourselves back on the McCullough Gulch Road with a short walk back to the cars.