Archive for August, 2009

Pete and I left the front range after work on Thursday and made our way to a campsite not far from Salida. Rain clouds and thunderstorms were hitting the southern Sawatch peaks but mostly moved south of us.

After a night of howling coyotes we woke to a clear dawn and drove over Monarch Pass and on to the town of Crawford. We were hoping to climb an intriguing looking formation called Needle Rock.

We’d heard it was loose, which I’d hoped was exaggerated, but looking at the peak from the parking area to its east I remarked “Pete, we’re about to try and climb a cairn.”

The approach up very unstable talus and bushwhacking through patches of scrub oak left me with few kind thoughts towards Needle Rock.

After traversing the north side of the peak we finally spotted a piton marked with white cord and knew we were at the base of the 5.7 route to the summit.

I thought long and hard about attempting this choss pile, and eventually decided to get a closer look. The rock was certainly loose, but not that bad on the lower-angle initial portion of the pitch. After clipping the piton (which flexed a little worryingly, but seemed solid) I made a few steps up until I reached a point where every possible handhold was loose or a hollow sounding flake.

Not willing to commit, I carefully down climbed and then told Pete I was backing off this route. Once down, we looked at a few other ascent options, but all looked bad. As a consolation prize Pete drove us up nearby Youngs Peak via the 4wd access road.

The sideshow over, we headed to Ouray and grabbed a campsite on the road to Yankee Boy Basin before returning to town for beer and dinner and the arrival of Piper and Dan. On Saturday morning we woke in the dark and packed up for the drive up Yankee Boy.

We started hiking right at 6:15 am, about as early as we could have started with enough light to navigate by.

Our objective was Teakettle Mountain, Colorado’s 98th highest peak and one of those requiring some technical climbing to reach the summit. Our route went up steep grass and then scree slopes aiming for a flat shoulder near the spire called “Coffee Pot”.

Once there we had an impressive view of Teakettle.

A cairned gully led us below the ridge cliffs off Coffee Pot.

Then a better-than-expected traverse took us across the talus and scree on a climbers trail to the Black Gully.

The Black Gully looked frightening from afar, but was much more moderate than anticipated.

A short class 3 scramble led out of the gully and onto easier terrain above.

Soon our approach took us to the base of the summit tower and the handle formation of the teakettle.

The harnesses, rope and climbing protection came out and I started up the easy 5.3 climbing, being wary of a few loose blocks. Two cams and I was on the summit and clipped into the rappel webbing.

Piper quickly followed the route, then Dan. By the time Pete came up and cleaned the pitch it was getting quite crowded on the little summit.

We tossed the ends of the rope down and I went down first. Dan had a bit of a live refresher course on rappelling, but I was below giving him a belay and Pete and Piper triple checked his setup.

After we were all down Piper ran (okay, safely walked) to the handle for a photo.

Then we traversed back to the Black Gully, dropped down it’s complete length and continued down very loose scree and talus yelling “Rock!” whenever a stone went flying down.

Thankfully the awful loose slope ended and only a steep grass descent remained.

We returned to Ouray where Piper introduced us to Mouse’s Chocolates and then drove around the San Juans towards Telluride to meet up with John, Renata and Dave at the Mill Creek Trailhead. Our next goal was Dallas Peak, another technical summit and Colorado’s 100th highest.

Our plan was to backpack in to a basin at 11,300 feet, but from below it looked dry. So we camped near some water at the much lower 10,000 feet meadow. Our 8th member, Dave (aka Hoot) arrived just as it was getting dark with a few cans of Fat Tire.

A couple short bouts of rain broke up the night accompanied by an elk bugling. Rain at 5am delayed our start and the weather wasn’t looking good for a large group on this complicated peak. We hiked up in the dark on a great trail through aspens and found that there was a little flow in the creek up high.

We reached the turn-off on the trail to ascend towards the peak and I let everyone know I didn’t think today was our day for Dallas. Maybe with a small group I would have been comfortable rushing against the weather, but certainly not with 8 climbers.

The Dave’s were willing and able to continue, so I lent them my small rack of cams and stoppers plus some additional webbing. The rest of us took off to have a look at “T0” – the basic named given to a nearby peak. Piper and Dan decided to return home and Pete and I followed John and Renata for a ways before deciding that our hearts weren’t in the climb (me) or we weren’t feeling well (Pete).

A short loose slope took us off the ridge and John and Renata continued towards T0, while Pete and I headed back to the trail and camp.

Already we were trying to work out how to return and visit Dallas yet this year.

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Work schedules and the possibility of threatening weather dwindled our little group outing on Wednesday night to just Jeremy and I. We’d originally though about visiting the Lower Peanuts wall, but decided to stay closer to the entrance of Eldorado Canyon State Park and visit the Wind Tower.

We hadn’t brought a full guide book, and I’d only printed out the pages for Lower Peanuts, so we started up a climb based on memory. Turned out we were on the route called Breezy (5.5), just left of the Wind Ridge route. Jeremy took the first turn at leading pitch 1 and a light rain started as he finished the route. I tossed on my rain jacket and soon arrived at his belay ledge to take over leading.

A couple moves on pitch 2 were made a little harder by the rain, but it stopped by the time I reached the ledge marking the end of the pitch. As soon as I was off belay I took off my rain jacket to cool down and belay Jeremy up.

We’d thought about climbing the lower pitches of Wind Ridge next, but another group had jumped on that climb, so we decided to continue with pitch 3 to the top of the tower. Jeremy took another turn at lead, then we scrambled down to the rappel anchors where I acquired a carabiner and sling someone left on the rappel anchor. I guess they didn’t realize it was okay to run the rope directly through the Metolius hanger.

We didn’t have enough daylight for another multipitch route, so we moved over to the west side of the Whale’s Tail formation and I led up the easy classic West Crack (5.2). Jeremy quickly followed and we rappelled down then left the park.

With any luck, we’ll start climbing regularly on Wednesday evenings, at least as long as the light and warm weather last.

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Sunday began with a leisurely drive to Lyons where I enjoyed a civilized start to the morning at The Stone Cup with an americano and Dick Dorworth’s book Night Driving.

Jeremy (who I met at last weekend’s Guide Skills course) and his wife Jenn soon arrived. In the course of conversation we realized they’d been recently climbing with some I was climbing with this coming weekend. Tom and Maggie arrived just after 8am and we started the drive up to Estes Park and then to Drake before splitting off on back roads.

Our goal was “The Monastery”, a rock climbing spot we’d heard of, but none of us had visited. Directions were good and we parked a camping area then walked the road to a switchback and followed the well defined trail.

Our goal was the collection of spires and faces known as the “Outer Gates” which had many 5.7-5.9 climbs. A couple climbers were already working routes in the middle of the Outer Gates, so we moved past and studied the “Whine Celler” formation. Maggie jumped on the left climb with the alliterative name “Pandora’s Pebble Pinching Party Palace”. Jeremy led up the right climb “Table Wine”.

Once done, both talked about how the climbing felt off or strange. Tom and Jenn top-roped the routes, then I re-led “Pandora’s” and discovered that the climbing didn’t really suit me. Lots of sharp little holds, too many options that had to be searched for the “best” hold. At least we had a nice view from the top.

I didn’t feel like leading “Table Wine” but took a top rope to climb the route. Jenn was working on “Pandora’s” beside me.

After we’d each climbed both routes we had a long lunch in which no one seemed really motivated to jump on the next climb. We started traversing the formations, guide book in hand, looking for something that was calling us. I didn’t feel much energy for jumping on another 5.7 or harder pebble pinching route so I almost roped up for an easy 5.1.

The weather was beginning to look threatening and we managed to kill the rest of our time by searching for a 3 star 5.6 on the other side of The Monastery. Part way there we all admitted that we didn’t want to climb anything with the potential thunderstorms moving in so we just reversed the hike in and back to the cars.

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I’d previously visited Mount Yale’s summit, but hadn’t been out for just a regular hike in a while so Helen convinced me to join her and Torrey the lab. After camping the night before off North Cottonwood Road we drove around the peak to the Denny Creek trailhead to hike Yale’s standard route (at least this was a different route than the way I’d last gone).

A 6:40 am departure let us hike through the cool forest and have many other hikers to catch and pass along the ascent. Above treeline we still walked mostly in shadow. However, the sun was illuminating the peaks to the south.

Only 3.5 miles separated the car from the summit, but we still had to gain over 4,000 feet which went by in well under 3 hours. We took a long break on the summit to enjoy the flawless day before deciding to head south and visit “Mascot Peak”, a 13’er about 600 feet below Yale’s summit.

We headed a little east of the summit before dropping down a loose gully (probably should have traversed further east and found the probably more solid ridge) and eventually hitting the saddle between Mascot and Yale.

The next 400 feet of climbing didn’t seem too bad and we were soon on this little visited summit. To return we had the option of climbing back up Yale, which would give us another 1,000 feet of ascent. We looked for another option and decided to traverse below the summit from the saddle and meet the trail around the 12,800 foot level.

The side-hill travel became a little obnoxious, but thankfully wasn’t too loose. The big treat was running into a herd of bighorns hiding out on this hidden aspect of the peak.

Once we hit the trail we could just hike out on autopilot.

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On day two of the Guiding Skills course we started out with a parking lot based discussion of fixed anchors (bolts and pitons). Eli displayed a varied collection of bolts and pitons pulled off climbs.

Today was Jeremy’s turn to lead and he’d chosen the West Overhang route on Wind Tower. The start of the climb was on an exposed ledge, so modeling good client safety management, we were belayed to the base then anchored in.

Three pitches led us to the top of the ridge, with Jeremy leading all the way and the crux (5.7) moves coming on the second pitch at the overhang. Along the way we talked more about rope management, anchoring and belay transitions.

The traverse just below the top of the ridge to the rappel anchors was a great spot to practice short roping, terrain belays and seated belays.

At the notch in the ridge with the rappel anchor we talked about setting up releasable rappels with belays and then counter-balanced rappels. Jeremy and I descended together with a counterbalance rappel.

After a quick lunch break we made our way to The Bastille formation where Eli led up the first pitch of the route “March of Dimes”. After being lowered and cleaning the gear, Jeremy climbed up on top rope about 10 feet and then hung off the rope. Simulating a leader rescue, Eli locked off the belay device, added a foot prussik and then converted the belay device to auto-locking mode. Ascending to Jeremy he demonstrated how to connect to the leader and then rappel down.

I went up next and watched as Jeremy ran through the same steps.

With only an hour left of our day, we moved over to south side of Wind Tower and assembled a quick anchor to discuss hauling systems. 3-to-1 and 6-to-1 systems were both demonstrated and practiced.

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Since I’d been feeling a bit like a rock climbing guide recently, I decided I should work more on my “guiding skills” with a real professional. Eli Helmuth of Climbing Life Guides was offering a weekend course covering the types of skills taught in a full American Mountain Guides Association (AMGA) course.

The other participant, Jeremy, myself and Eli met on Saturday morning. Jeremy had climbed with Eli before, but this was my first time meeting him. We quickly relocated from the Eldo Market to the state park and jumped right in with a discussion on anchor building.

All this was conducted at ground level and before moving to the vertical we discussed a few rappelling and lowering scenarios.

A short walk and scramble took us to the north side of the Whales Tail formation. Here we built an anchor for practicing staggered rappels, pre-rigged rappels and tandem rappels.

On the slabby east face of the Whales Tail formation I got the role of “guide” for a few pitches of easy climbing (4th class-5.1). The goal was to simulate a 2-client situation and practice dealing with rope management, belay station comfort, communication and more. Then we rappelled down the west side of the formation.

Then we moved to the Wind Tower where Eli led up the first pitch of the 5.9 rated Tagger route. I managed to follow and clean the pitch, which was the hardest rated climbing I’d done all year. With the rope now running through the rings above, we practiced ascending with a modern auto-locking belay device and cordelette, then switching to a rappel.

After 6pm we finished up for the day and made plans to meet earlier on Sunday.

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After a 3:30 am wake-up, Pete and I are heading to the Glacier Gorge trailhead in Rocky Mountain National Park. Thankfully, our drive has been shorted by being able to stay with a friend in Estes Park for the night. When we arrive at the trailhead we take a few minutes to scan the clear sky for meteors. I catch 3 in a couple minutes from the Perseid meteor shower.

Pete leads us up Glacier Gorge by headlamp, picking out a short cut that avoids Alberta Falls and speeds us on our way to Spearhead. The sky has lightened up by the time we reach Black Lake and the peaks around us begin to collect alpine glow.

Above Black Lake we pass treeline and pick our way along a cairned path through the willows and marsh to the base of the North Ridge of Spearhead.

Another group (who bivied here overnight) is already starting up the route and we begin to suit up in harnesses and helmets. The second is starting to climb the first pitch when I say I’m going to climb beside her on a different line.

I planned to follow the route information from Eli Helmuth’s site, which advised starting up the slabs then cutting into a gully before the main chimney system.

Above the gully I found some 5.6+ cracks that weren’t too much fun to climb in the cold morning with gloves on. I was nearing the end of the 60 meter rope when I reached the ledge we targeted for the belay. Pete soon followed the pitch.

Since we ran out the whole length of our rope we were already a bit ahead of the other group, whose leader was starting pitch 2 below me. He climbed past, as did his second just as I was starting the next pitch.

I found the other group just ahead of me starting their 3rd pitch and asked if I could climb the arete left of the chimney they were ascending. Above, the terrain mellowed and I quickly setup a belay and brought up Pete while the other group decided how far they wanted to push this pitch.

The terrain above was much gentler and could probably have been climbed unroped for a ways. Instead, I climbed up quickly and placed just a little protection and soon brought up Pete another 60 meters.

Our pitch 4 was just a little harder, but still fairly easy and by moving full rope lengths we increased the distance between us and the now 3 other groups below.

Pitch 5 contained several options of 5.6 to 5.8 climbing. I tended left (close to the Barb Flake formation) then up and a little right to keep the climbing closer to 5.6.

I was hoping to reach a belay ledge mentioned in Eli’s description, but didn’t have enough rope length so I setup on a smaller ledge that was shaded and windy.

Since the start of the climb, this was the first time I got a little chilled. Most of our route had been in the sun and the winds had been mild. At least the views of McHenrys Peak took my mind off the loss of heat.

Unlike our other spacious belays, this one was crowded and more exposed. Pete wasn’t totally comfortable here so I hurried up to make more room for him.

For our 6th pitch I followed a trail of chalk marks and a stuck tricam into a dihedral that tended left.

This led naturally to a leaning off-width crack that I got my whole body into and braced my shoulders and hips against the sides to make upward progress. Thankfully, it was short and the terrain quickly eased off above.

Pete had some trouble following this section with his pack on, but eventually cheated just a little to join me. We thought the technical climbing might be over now, so we started to scramble towards the summit.

We shortly came to a section that was 5th class. We could have avoided this by downclimbing and working around, instead we got the rope and rack back out to climb the short 25 foot section.

From here the summit was just class 3 scrambling.

But the views in all directions were amazing. Pagoda, Longs, Chiefs Head, and McHenrys dominated the views.

After enjoying the summit, we returned to a little notch where the the technical difficulties had truly ended.

From here a cairn marked the start of a route down the east side of the mountain. We followed some loose ledge systems and did a short class 4 downclimb to reach the boulders below.

The hike out was memorable to me for being able to see the terrain we’d passed through in the dark.

After our 11 hour and 15 minute day we drove to the Oskar Blues brewery for a dinner that would delay our drive through Boulder until after rush hour had calmed a bit.

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I hadn’t been to the Indian Peaks Wilderness yet this summer, so when Steve posted a message at Fourteener World looking for a partner on Sunday I responded right away. However, I asked that we take the Navajo Glacier route up to the peaks and add in an ascent of the strange spire between them, Dickers Peck.

At 6:30a we were leaving the rapidly filling parking lot behind and seeing just a few other climbers on the trail and we worked our way past Long Lake towards Lake Isabelle with views of our objectives dominating the skyline.

I was a little worried that Dickers Peck was staying in the shade for so long, since the climbing there was rated 5.5 and would be the technical crux.

We decided that we’d first climb Apache Peak to hopefully allow the Peck to warm up a bit. Of course, we still needed to get up to the saddle. A couple hundred feet of talus hiking brought us closer to the Navajo Glacier.

Once on the edge of the “glacier” we got out our crampons and ice axes and started kicking steps upwards. The top 1.5 inches were soft snow, but hard re-frozen ice lurked underneath. Soft boots and aluminum crampons weren’t the best choice for the snow conditions, but we stuck to the lower-angled right side and eventually made it the saddle.

The use of the crampons and ice axes was short-lived today and they disappeared into packs. The route from here up Apache would be quick, so we ate and drank then cached our packs on the steep side of Dickers Peck in case marmots were lurking about.

I’d climbed Apache Peak last year, but via the Fair Glacier route on the other side of the mountain. The 3rd class scrambling from the saddle was fun, but short.

The wind was also blowing strongly across the ridge crest. We stayed on the lee side of the ridge in a few places, and leaned toward the west when we were exposed to the brunt of the gusts.

Once at the summit we quickly turned around and headed back to the pass. I was glad to see Dickers Peck was now getting some sunlight, but I was worried about the wind. Communicating through its shrieking would be difficult. As would safely managing the rappel off the summit.

We retrieved our gear and found a sheltered and sunny spot to gear up for the climb. Steve had only brought boots, and since this was my bright idea I got to lead in my approach shoes, which is exactly what I wanted. Still, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to leading in the howling wind on the cold north side of the spire.

I keep some light gloves on for the climb, and tried to climb quickly but with the cold rock and windy conditions I spent a lot of time double checking holds and moving slowly and carefully. Additionally, the route wandered a bit from the north to the west side so I didn’t want to place too much gear as rope drag would become unmanageable. The climbing up to the ledge went fairly well and then the short crack had to be ascended. I started up it but when I lifted my right leg to begin a gust nearly spun me around. I had to get back in position and wait for a bit of a lull then launch up the crack as quickly as I could.

From a slightly higher ledge above the crack I could see that I needed to step out into the wind on a good but very exposed foot hold. On a nice calm day this would have been easy. With a headwind the move was a little dicey and once around the corner I quickly slotted a cam to protect the final climbing to the top.

Below my heels I knew there was a lot of exposure, but I didn’t even look down as I scampered up to the summit and over the crest. Thankfully, the top was sloped and both in the sun and sheltered from the worst of the wind. I yelled down to Steve that I was off belay after clipping into the rappel anchor and then took in the slack.

Steve quickly climbed up and arrived ready to warm up his freezing fingers. Now the tricky part was getting down without the ends of the rappel rope getting tangled or caught on any rocks.

Since it was so windy, I couldn’t just toss down the ends like I’d normally do. They’d probably blow and wrap around the summit and get hung up on some protuberance. So I carefully stacked the two ends over a sling on each side of my harness and prepared to rappel while feeding the ropes out as I went. If I’d stacked them right then they should feed cleanly and not get knocked while I swayed in the breeze trying to work out the tangle.

Thankfully, the operation was a success and I was safely at the base of Dickers Peck with the ropes. Steve rappelled after me and we got lucky when pulling the rope that the wind didn’t catch it and get it stuck.

Steve had been carrying the rope up to this point, but the rack of gear was a little lighter so I switched with him for extra ballast. Originally, I’d wanted to climb the 5.2/5.4 North Face/Ridge route on Navajo Peak, but in this wind I didn’t want to deal with the ropes again. So we switched plans and headed for the West Chimney route. It would be exposed to the wind but only class 4.

The route had some nice scrambling and we found a wind break just below the summit to recoup. Then we descended the sunny south side of the peak before heading north down the loose Airplane Gully.

Once past the airplane wreckage we could relax a little and out of the wind it quickly heated up. Soon we picked up the trail from the Isabelle glacier and followed it down back to the trailhead.

To finish off the day we decided to take a quick side trip to Tungsten Mountain, a peak below 9,000 feet but with a nice view from its grassy summit.

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After work on Friday, Pete and I drove down to the South Colony Lakes trailhead and joined the capacity crowd there. All the nearby campsites were taken and Pete was planning to sleep in his truck, so I just tossed out my sleeping bag near the tailgate and hoped I wouldn’t get run over by late arrivals at night. At least I had the advantage of seeing two shooting stars before falling into a restless sleep, disturbed by the wind and comings and goings of the others in the parking lot.

At 4:30a we woke up and were hiking up the trail by 5am, way lit by headlamps. We took a branch heading to Broken Hand pass, but soon left the trail to cut cross-country towards the Ellingwood Ledges – the east ridge of Crestone Needle. A direct start to the route from the upper South Colony Lake would have given us a couple extra pitches of technical climbing, but we wanted to take the normal “ledges start” and try to speed up to the crux sections higher up and maybe leave time for more in the afternoon.

Below the ledges start we figured we ought to break out the helmets and harnesses, but for now the ropes and gear stayed in the packs. We took a slightly more direct start and ended up doing just a couple 5.0 moves to gain the grassy platform above.

Then we hooked back north towards the main crest and began scrambling upwards. We’d probably joined the crest of the ridge a bit before the regular ledges start, so the rope came out for a couple short sections.

Above we could see the real meat of the route.

We scrambled around a short headwall to arrive at the first real pitch of the day.

A route topo suggested that the right hand variation that we were attempting should be done in 2 pitches of 40 and 25 meters. Those turned out to be overestimates, as I ran the two together with a 60 meter rope and had minimal rope drag.

Pete had to fight to remove one of the nuts I’d placed at the anchor, but then he quickly climbed the route and joined me for some short scrambling to the next pitch. This would be the crux pitch, containing a short section of 5.7 rock climbing. Pete said he got a little worried when he noticed I was climbing a bit slower and placing more gear. The rock was also cold and my fingers were close to being numb by the time I reached the top and built an anchor. Pete was initially stymied by the crux section by eventually committed and climbed through cleanly.

Below us I could see two more parties nearing the first pitch and was glad we’d gotten an early start. From here a little scrambling led to the summit.

The summit was windy, a part of the day’s weather we were lucky to mostly avoid on the Needle’s east side. Still we enjoyed our summit visit, eating and telling the story of our ascent to the others on top.

From the summit we’d originally talked of doing the Crestone traverse to Crestone Peak – but it was nearly noon. So we decided to leave the Peak alone today and descend the standard route to Broken Hand Pass.

This route consisted of linking together a couple 3rd and 4th class gullies and was more interesting than I would have thought.

Once we arrived at Broken Hand Pass we cached our technical gear and took a short walk to the summit of Broken Hand Peak.

From the summit we had a great view of Crestone Needle and the right skyline of our ascent.

Even better was the summit register that begged for my signature.

We returned to the pass the way we’d come and collected our gear for the loose hike down from the pass and back to better trail. Once back at the trailhead (after a nearly 11 hour day) we bumped down the rough road and sped home with a stop at a brewpub neither of us had visited before in Colorado Springs.

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After descending from Twin Peaks we rested a little then started to pack up camp. We had a roughly 17 mile hike back to the trailhead and figured we could do part of it this afternoon.

Almost immediately I noticed an increase in wildflowers that had been absent during our time staying above 10,800 feet for the last week. Alpine bluebells, paintbrush, and other riots of color greeted our eyes too used to only rock and snow with a little grass. While the mosquitoes also returned with our descent, I was mesmerized by the colors as we hiked along the valley-filling lakes.

We only saw one or two other people as we left the basin until we neared Island Lake. A long string of hikers headed deeper into the wilderness caused me to wonder if they’d all camped at the same place last night and departed together.

We moved slowly and took a break about every hour and stopped to talk to a few other backpackers. Teresa also got the contact information for a horse packer operating on this side of the range for a possible future trip. I tried to enjoy the hike through new scenery but the heat and an poorly packed load on my bad made it tough.

Sarah had a desire to camp above treeline to hopefully avoid any bears, and descending much past the Seneca Lakes would have put us into the trees. So we stopped between Little Seneca Lake and it’s larger, downstream companion. Tent sites weren’t the best, but I was willing to sleep on a flat rock and use some of our climbing gear to stake out the tent.

When Teresa saw that, she decided to move back into her single tent and Jim got to spend the last night in the Hex with me. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes were pretty bad at this spot, but staying inside the tent was another form of misery until the sun went down and stopped baking the inside contents.

We woke up just a little later on our last morning in the Winds, and Teresa left first a bit before 7am. Jim and I were soon on her heels with Dominic and Sarah departing a little later.

With a better balanced load on my back today and thoughts of cold beer waiting at the trailhead I pushed fairly hard on the hike out. Still I tried to take in the scenery and enjoy the last few hours on the trail.

About three hours later I arrived at the trailhead and soon found Teresa’s camper. The propane-powered fridge had done its job well and a cold beer was in my hands before my boots were off. Soon a shower followed and I started in on the junk food about the time Sarah and Dominic arrived with Jim and Teresa not much behind.

“You are constrained only to climb in a style you find satisfying, that requires no more gear than you can pack into the mountains, that doesn’t get you into a predicament you can’t get yourself out of, and that doesn’t damage the land.”
-Joe Kelsey from “Climbing and Hiking the Wind River Mountains”

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Wind Rivers 2009 posts:
Turret Peak
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Sphinx and Woodrow Wilson
Twin Peaks

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