New Year’s Eve was celebrated about two hours early by a group of mountaineers more concerned with early starts than ringing in 2010. Our host, Ken Nolan, departed for La Plata Peak about an hour before the rest of us woke and ventured out.
Our destination was treeline in Horn Fork Basin, about 11,600 feet. Starting at ~9,000 feet we’d have around 7 miles to go and no idea how hard the travel would be (meaning, how deep would the snow be and would there be a track). The first 3 miles passed easily enough on the road just to get to the summer trailhead.
We found an old track leaving the trailhead, but it was lightly covered with snow and we moved our snowshoes from our packs to our feet.
A few steep side-hills were drifted in and required a bit of trail breaking, but otherwise the travel was easier than we could have expected.
Past the trail split to Kroenke Lake our luck continued to hold and the old track climbed higher into Horn Fork Basin. After about 4 hours we stopped for lunch at the first meadow.
Our track faded out and we had to break fresh trail until our camp site at 11,600 feet.
Given all the running creeks we’d crossed we went hunting for flowing water to save fuel and time versus melting snow. Dominic and Kevin dug a well a few hundred feet from camp where the stream flowed under 3+ feet of snow.
Thus far the weather had been better than we’d anticipated. As evening approached it began to turn colder and cloud up.
Winter nights can force a lot of tent time, which we passed with hot beverages, a little conversation, idle hopes regarding the weather and plenty of eyes-closed deep thought.
At least with the cloudy night the full moon didn’t add to our wakeful hours. About 7am we departed camp heading north for Mount Harvard.
It was cloudy and a bit windy, but the actual temperatures were surprisingly mild for early January. Overnight it had reached only 21F in the tent and I was shedding layers as we headed higher.
Snow conditions were definitely sketchy, so we avoided steep slopes and stayed on wind scoured or rocky ribs as much as possible. In some places this corresponded well with the summer trail.
It even looked like we were headed for a break in the weather when small patches of blue let some sun through the clouds.
If the weather would really hold we had an ambitious plan of traversing Harvard’s east ridge to an unnamed, but ranked 13’er (13,374). That would require us to descend somewhat unknown terrain between Harvard and Columbia and would require good visibility to do so safely.
First, we still needed to reach Harvard’s summit and to avoid wind-loaded aspects in the bowl below the peak, we followed a ridge towards point 13,598.
Then we could traverse Harvard’s south ridge in safety.
The ridge had several undulations, and exposed us to the wind but wasn’t too difficult (minus a few places of wallowing in deep powder snow).
Once the ridge ended we continued up more wind blown terrain traversing below a false summit.
Visibility and wind both grew worse as we neared the top of Colorado’s third highest mountain. The terrain is slabby in places and I didn’t trust the winter snow to adhere to the rock and found myself scrambling more on the more difficult ridge crest.
Once on top we really enjoyed the beautiful weather.
Hopes of continuing on to 13,374 were dashed by the 30 foot visibility and blowing snow. The wet snow clung to everything and made gloves and jackets wetter than what a colder and dryer day would have done.
For our descent we just reversed our route upwards.
Snow was really coming down now as we located our ascent route off 13,598.
Exposed hair was also collecting a nice layer of ice.
With the new snow load I was triggering collapsing layers (whompfing) on flat slopes that we’d crossed without any signs of instability in the morning. With that warning we were extra cautious on our descent route back to camp.
Once back at camp the sun even came out and the skies cleared off. Of course, we knew that would just mean a much colder night was ahead.
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