Post work on Friday I drove up to the Stevens Gulch trailhead and marveled at how much the ruts had grown since my last visit. It may not be long before I shy away from driving that road.
While camping at the trailhead I ran into some of my former classmates from the Colorado Mountain Club’s High Altitude Mountaineering School (HAMS). Turns out they were meeting there with nearly the same plans I had – to climb the Lost Rat couloir on Grays Peak. This would be one of their training climbs for a Mount Rainier trip in a month.
I had planned a post 4am departure from the trailhead, but decided to join the HAMS group and their 3:30am start. Thankfully, the stars and milky way were out and the temps cooled down to the low 30’s so the snow was pretty well frozen. Gabe and I led out from the bridge along the trail, following the packed foot path via headlamp until it was time to leave the trail and make our way to the base of the Lost Rat Couloir.
After passing through a wet marshy area we hit snow and sunrise found us donning crampons and helmets for the ascent.
The group was planning to take the longer, but slightly lower angled left branch so of course the steeper right branch called to me. I started up first and headed straight for the right branch when a previously hidden option revealed itself.
A far-right option looked even steeper and might contain some alpine ice instead of just snow. It was definitely shorter, but the challenge was attractive and luckily I’d brought an ice tool besides my axe. After checking that snow and ice falling out of the couloir wouldn’t hit the group, I let them know my plans and started up.
The snow turned out to be very variable. Some was wonderfully sticky alpine ice that solidly held pick swings. Then 2 feet later the whole mass would become rotten snow and I’d have to plunge the shafts in, or even resort to mixed climbing on the rocks surrounding the snow. I was moving very slowly to make sure every placement was good.
At least all the foot placements were solid, mostly in snow, and only on rock in the most rotten sections.
An old cornice had melted out at the top to about 5 feet high and 80 degrees. After mantling over the snow I popped out in the sun and yelled to the rest of the group to let them know I was okay.
The group was continuing to Gray’s summit, but with two previous ascents I wanted to do something else. So I dropped back down the main trail and then hiked up to the low saddle between Torreys Peak and Kelso Mountain.
I was feeling more tired than I should have, so from the saddle I took the easier option of only 1,000 feet of scrambling to Kelso Mountain’s summit. The other way provided twice the gain to Torreys and someday I’ll come back to do that route. At least the first few hundred feet provided some fun scrambling until I was left with a simple class 2 slog to the top.
To descend I took a fairly direct snow field back towards the trailhead, doing a butt glissade on softened snow that was easy to control with my heels and ice axe. However, it was still snow and cold so my butt was wet and numb by the time I returned to the car.
After a 45 minute wait the rest of the group showed up and we drove down to Idaho Springs to wait an additional 10 minutes for Tommyknockers brewery to open.