A rare forecast for light winds around Longs Peak just happened to coincide with a trip to the Cables Route that John and Ed were planning. I begged my way into the group and 4am found us leaving the trailhead.
John had measured 8 inches of new snow in Rollinsville so we were surprised how little new snow seemed to have fallen here and the snowshoes we carried as a precaution turned into “training weight”.
As a group, we weren’t moving real fast and sunrise caught us around Chasm Junction.
The sun was welcome and added to the moderate temperatures, it was nice not to need handwarmers this morning.
It was 8am when we fully absorbed the folly of carrying snowshoes any further and cached them above Granite Pass. At least our objective was in sight now.
The snowy boulderfield slowed us down even more as did the rock hoping, snow wallowing and wind-slab breaking as we approached the eye bolts. Roughly 4 large eye bolts are most of what remain from the old cables route that the park service put up, then removed, and once was the main route to the summit. Now the bolts make convenient rappel anchors for climbers descending from the summit and wishing to avoid the Keyhole route. In fact, while I hadn’t been up the cables route before, I’d already descended it twice before.
Just below the eye bolts we had a small obstacle in the slabby ledges. I found a large boulder wrapped with a sling where another group had rappelled down this section.
Ed was interested in leading some of the route, so I let him take the first pitch and he roped up to cross the snow and reach the right-facing corner system and the first eye bolt.
He then belayed John across and I watched with mounting fear as John made a few attempts to climb just above the eyebolt to a nice stance to clear room for all three of us. Thankfully, John’s crampons didn’t puncture Ed and I had soon joined them.
Ed led up finding the crux in getting past the first 10 feet, then clipped the next eye bolt and belayed on gear just out of reach of the top bolts. John and I climbed next and I took my turn – leading a puny 15 feet to the upper bolt.
The wind was picking up a little and throwing some spindrift down as John and Ed joined me.
After packing away the rope we started hiking up the terrain above but quickly realized we’d be wallowing through the same snow conditions that so slowed us down below the “cables”. It was already 1:30 and if we went for the summit we knew darkness would catch us well before we hit the well trodden track at treeline. Rationalizing that we’d “done” the route, even if we hadn’t reached the summit we turned tail and began organizing the rappels.
Three rappels took down the cables and then the scrambling terrain just below the eye bolts.
A couple hours passed while we negotiated the boulder field, picked up the unwelcome snowshoes and made the treeline before dark. Headlamps came out for some of the hike back to the trailhead (which we made by 7pm – for a 15 hour day).