May 2013 Retreat from Mount Sopris

May 1^st 2013

 

 04:00am – Alarm buzzes and I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

04:15am – Aaron and I slam down premade breakfast sandwich and colon blow dark coffee.

04:17am – Mandatory bathroom break.

04:19 am – Resume breakfast sandwich.

04:35am – Open front door to 2 inches of unexpected wet and heavy snow in Carbondale, Colorado..

05:00am – Driving up Prince Creek Road. Branches bogged down with heavy spring snow.

05:15am – Aaron expresses, “I think we can make it a little farther,.” up the snow covered road.

05:16am – Truck stuck belly up in the snow.

06:15am – Break out the Avi Shovels and start digging the truck out of the snow.

06:30am – Skinning up Thomas Lake Trail in 5 inches of new snow. Blue skies with killer views of a freshly snow dusted Mt. Sopris.

08:00am – Blue skies have vanished. Thick clouds have set in. We’re high in the bowl above Thomas Lake. Over all conditions are pleasant. The snow pack feels stable so we skin on. New snow is well bonded to existing snow pack.

09:00am – Over 7 miles later we reach the summit ridge. Huge cornices loom. We make out way up to the East Summit pounded by intense wind and cold.Snow fall intensity starts to pick up.

09:30am – We find ourselves standing on East Summit in a cloudy pea soup with limited visibility. After a breif pause we head towards the West Summit a half mile away.

10:00am – After a bit of a detour we reach the West Summit and start making our way towards the Crystal Couloir our primary objective. Snow fall has greatly increased and is visibly building beneath our skis.

10:30 am - We scramble down rock bands into the Crystal Couloir. In spots there is over a foot of new and wind blown snow. Zero visibility and ominous feelings of doom if we go further. We access the snow pack and find it reactive past safe skiable comfort.

11:30am – After an hour of messing around at the top of the Crystal Couloir we start our retreat retracing the hard to follow skin track from which we came.

12:30pm - Aaron and I return to our original ascent route and find the skin track completely filled in with zero visibility back towards Thomas Lakes. In addition wind loading had caused massive steep snow pillows to form on the leeward side of the cornices threatening our descent.

13:00 - We decide to find an alternative route down.

13:30 - Somewhere just east of the summer route we find a safe looking line to ski down.

14:30 - Conditions ease off. The wind dies down. We get a little visibility and find a low angle bowl to make our escape into the safety of tall conifers. We find 8 inches of fresh snow and get great spring powder skiing here and there.

15:30 - We stop in a massive conifer stand of ancient trees and notice it is still snowing well over an inch an hour!

16:30 - We pick our way down little shots of incredible spring powder skiing.

16:45 - We start contouring the mountain desperately hoping to intersect the Thomas Lake trail we came up.

17:30 - Feels like we have been breaking trail forever. I start getting nervous Katy (my wife) is going to call Mountain Rescue and I am not going to be able to call out from work the next day. It's so difficult being a climbing/ski bum with a full time job.

18:00 - Aaron thinks he recognizes a meadow that is just climbers right of the Thomas Lake Trail. It's the only hope we have so we charge on breaking trail in the new snow.

18:10 - We intersect with the Thomas Lake Trail! It's been hours since eating. I know there will be no frigid bivy tonight so I rip open my last celebratory Snickers.

18:30 -  Back to the Truck!

Russian Arete 2013

Usually April is a time to transition from skiing to climbing. Jim Gilchrist and I wanted to start off the climbing season with a big climb in the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. This year's none stop snow in early April made the transition a bit of a challenge.  Cold spring temperatures and continual low elevation precipitation were making if difficult to get a spring Black Canyon climb in. It's pleasant to get to the Black in early spring before it is over grown with poison ivy and scorched with intense solar radiation.

 A few Wednesdays ago Jim and I got the break in the winter like spring weather we were looking for. Well kind of. It was the first time in weeks that I had a day off that wasn't raining or snowing. It was looking like the the rock would be dry but the day time temperatures would be fridget. In my 05:00 am daze of restless pre-climbing trip sleep I fired up the coffee drip and turned on NPR. Aspen public radio reported the current Aspen temperature was 17 degrees Fahrenheit. Brrrrr.

Seventeen degrees, my heart sank, I thought for sure Jim would think it was to cold. I desperately searched for my cell phone to see if there was a message from Jim saying it was too cold, go back to bed, lets go to Rifle later instead. I swipped my finger across the phone's screen. No new messages on the display. "Sweet," I thought the adventure is on. I had had wild dreams of pulling on pink loose rotten pegmatite all night long 15 feet griped above my gear on never ending 200 foot pitches.  As I sipped my morning colon wrenching black sludge Jim was driving his hybrid my way. Like a stealth ninja his battery powered car silently pulled up to the curb. Stepping outside the air was crisp but the two hour drive and 1 hour hike down into the canyon would give conditions some time to warm up.

This was our 2013 inaugural multi pitch trad climb.  To warm up for the year we chose to do the Russian Arete. Not to shabby a way to kick off the season with well over a thousand feet of vertical climbing. The route requires descending the SOB Gully trail all the way to the Gunnison River. A couple pitches of scrambling get you to the base of the climb. The route is about eight 200 foot pitches. Plan on running out of rope and gear on several pitches. The steep climbing eases into a few hundred feet of block scrambling to reach the North Rim.



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The climb would be Jim's third ascent of the route The last time he climbed the Russian Arete was  was over 20 years ago! I didn't even look at the guide books because Jim's brain is caked with climbing topos kinda like Neptune downloaded their entire climbing library into his cerebral cortex. Not to mention the climb is pretty straight forward. Find the starting funky crack and go strait up for 200 feet. Repeat until you top out on easy 5th class terrain that can be simultaneously climbed or soloed. The climbing isn't difficult just a little stressful due to the likelihood of chunky pieces of rock coming off in your hands. The stress can be easily managed by periodically looking over your shoulder at one of the most stunning views Colorado has to offer.

Jim has got a few tricks up his sleeve. One being he knows a triple secret back way into the North Rim of the Black Canyon. It's a beautiful country road with farms and ranches chalk full of fields of horses, mule deer and the occasional elk. 

The triple secret access route takes one by the tantalizing Skooterz Shooterz bar and grill. The street side sign is brilliant, a large hand painted sign. The S of both words is painted in gray and the body of each word red so at first glance the sign reads very comically. We passed the closed bar at about 8am in the morning. When I looked at the sign with sleep filled eyes I read " Kooter Hooter." This is going to be a very memorable post climb dive I though to myself. My day dream was filled with excitement of post climb rehydration and angus stuffed grub. Throughout the day thoughts of a triumphant celebration of our accent of the Russian Arete at the  Skooterz Shooterz drove me to climb on.

The Skooterz Shooterz sign is my second favorite sign in Colorado. My first favorite sign is a sign my wife and I pass frequently as we drive to Colorado Springs to visit the in-laws. I'm usually oblivious to grammatical blunders but my wife is always pointing them out lightening quick. There is a series of signs along the drive that read "Horseback Rides." Someone made an opps painting one of the signs and painted it "Hores Back Rides." I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

How badass would Jim's Prius look stacked up to some road hogs?

Unfortunately as we drove out of the Black Canyon we found the Skooterz Shooterz wasn't yet open for the season. Maybe next time.

Red Rocks Fall 2012

Last fall I went on a severely unplanned climbing trips to Red Rocks Nevada with professional principle Jim Gilchrist. In under a weeks time we managed to climb over 40 pitches of exceptional rock.  A month before the trip my wife and I bought a house. A fixer upper.  I dropped off the face of the earth cleaning, patching dry wall, and painting. I feared if I tried to leave the new house in its condemned state with a mound of projects for my wife to do on her own I  would be in the dog house faster then a Saint Bernard that ate it’s owners birthday cake then soiled her bed. 

All I knew about the trip was Jim and I were going to Red Rocks, (no not the amphitheater in Denver), we were taking my truck, I was bringing the gear and Jim was bringing the food.  The lack of planning was not my usual style. Usually I have every minute of a climbing trip packed with 66 seconds of activity.  

Jim has over 20 years of experience in Red Rocks.  I figured any of the gumbee climbs I might want to do Jim would have had already done.  I counted on him having a  plan.  When Jim arrived he had no less then  75 pounds of food in a marine cooler including a 2 day old slaughtered cow from his family’s ranch. Even if the climbing wasn’t good we were going to eat well.  

Jim is a greatly respected School Principle molding the lives of Aspen’s youth. Yet somehow he was able to take a week off during the heart of the school year. He left behind his gang of teachers working together like a well oiled machine in his absence. Climbing bums and School Principles go together like lobster and milk shake but Jim incredibly makes it work. I can just imagine Jim disciplining some delinquent for cutting class when all he can think about is cutting school himself to race up Independent Pass for an after school climbing burn. 

When I mentioned Epinephrine an incredibly popular 5.9 with 5 lower pitches of wide chimney climbing I could tell Jim fought the urge to roll his eyes.  He had already done the climb a half dozen times.  He said something like “Epi’s not very hard, maybe hard if it’s your first 5.9 ever.” I appreciated his honesty and steering us towards a more intriguing and challenging climb, Texanephrine. Texanepherine (5.10d) is a 1500 foot 14 pitch link up of several different routes on the popular Black Velvet Wall.

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Parts of Texanpherine feel like a journey through climbing history. A couple pitches have some of the most defunct rusty hard wear I have ever seen.  Luckily through most these sections the climbing is reasonable. The aged bolts make the climbing feel a little spicy and exciting. 

Nine Pitches up where the route connects into the upper Pitches of Epinephrine we found ourselves behind Luis from Columbia and Andy from Cuba. Little did we know this duo would provide us companionship and entertainment for the next 10 hours.  Luis had a thick ascent and robust voice and he continuously called out "Annddeeeeee, Annddeeeee where are you? Anndeeeee how are you? Annddeeee Anndee Andee Andee?”  Luis reminded me of this groundhog YouTube video my wife had shown me. Soon I saw Luis as a 180lb rodent with pearl white teeth, furry and capped with a climbing helmet that I wanted to gag. 

The pair had a few multipitch climbing blunders. Tangled ropes, miss communications, leaders forgetting to swap gear at belays and sloppy transitions.  Jim and I soon found ourselves several pitches from the top of the Black Velvet Wall cloaked in darkness. The climbing from here on out was relaxed actually quit fun by headlamp. Jim dubbed it “Scary walking,” not really climbing. It had been a couple hours since I finished off my water bladder my eyes were itchy with sand and my mouth was dry, I was ready to be done. Little did I know we had a 7 hour descent in front of us. Yes 7 hour descent. A descent that should of only taken us 2 hours under normal circumstances.

Luis and Andy were laying in darkness when we next saw them. Jim asked “Do you guys have head lamps?” I eyed a pair of cheap foam sandals hanging from Luis’s harness.  Luis said “Are you kidding me man,we carried all this shit up here of course we have headlamps.” With that he pushed a button on his forehead. His head lamp was about as efficient as tapping a lightening bug to your forehead.  He then handed the sandals to Andy who used medical tape to secure them to his feet.  Descending from the top of the Black Velvet Wall is very similar to descending the SOB trail into the Black Canyon. Sandals wouldn’t be my first  choice for descent shoes. 

Just to give you an idea of Andy's descent shoes.

Jim had done the descent from the Black Velvet Wall several times and the darkness didn’t seem to phase him. He confidently started following rock cairns into the night. Luis and Andy trotted behind. Andy’s sandals and their dim headlamps didn’t seem to slow them down.  Bright stairs and a full moon illuminated the darkness.  After a half and hour the cairns Jim were following petered out and we struggled to find a trail.  We were left scratching our heads.  Little cairn went in all directions and lead one after another into no man's land. At one point while we combed the formation for a descent trail Andy disappeared for half and hour. Luis was a mess screaming "Andeeeeee, Andeeeeeee, Andeeeeeee," into the night. We all feared Andy in his slippery sandals had stumbled off the top of the formation and fell to his death. Suddenly there was a pathetic flicker of light as Andy turned his dying head lamp. It turned out Andy was just tired of being lost and had decided to take a nap without telling us. Luis excited to see Andy turned to Jim and I saying "At least we are together," in his think Spanish ascent. Hours went by before we found the correct descent. Arriving back at the truck I was shocked when I checked the time. 01:30am this can’t be right. It had taken us 7 hours to walk down from the top of the Black Velvet Wall. Luckily gas station in the Vegas area are not only open all night but sell cold Guinness all night.

Other climbs included: Triassic Sands, Sand Felipe, Ixthlan, Matzoland TR, Night Crawler, Armatron, Only the Good Die Young and the first 4 pitches of the Rainbow Wall's Original Route.

2012 Summit for Life Results

Doug Folk and Me at the Top

Last Saturday’s Summit for Life Race at Aspen Mountain was a lot of fun. An after dark start was a nice twist to your typical daytime race start. The race was timed perfectly with a large winter storm that dumped 15 inches of much needed snow on Aspen Mountain.  It was beautiful skinning up the mountain with large snow flakes falling. The scene in front of each racer was illuminated by headlamp.

My goal for the race was to finish in under and hour. The race ended up taking me 1 hour 2 minutes and 27 seconds a 10^th place overall finish out of over 390 racers. The race was a good kick in the pants to train a little harder leading up to the 2013 US Ski Mountaineering National Championships in Jackson Hole WY.

Time to Sharpen the Ice Tools

Lots of new and great climbing went down this fall in the Narrows just outside of Carbondale Colorado. A long list of excellent climbs have been added to the area. Some of them like Maximis are a full 40 meters long and mind blowing good. Can’t wait for the new guide book to come out highlighting the Crystal River Valley’s new climbs. I think locals and visitors alike will be thrilled by the Narrows unique setting along the Crystal River and new excellent routes. 

This fall we climbed rock all the way into the first week of December 2012.  Here are a few pictures from recent projects in the Narrows area. Most of the following pictures of of Gabe Collins. He was one of the few climbers I could convince to come up to the new zones as temperatures usually dipped below freezing, icy rain drizzled and snow flakes fell this fall.

Gabe follows first ascent of Knuckledragger.

Gabe enters Diaphoresis final crack after difficult face climbing.

DR cleaning the Simian Sounds Wall.

Gabe follows the Mohel's Mazaltov in The Gash.

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Diaphoresis

Wild Stems on Spunk Monkey.

The great white Spunk Monkey.

More Diaphoresis.

Gabe low on Knuckledragger.

Diaphoresis in the left and Spunk Monkey on the right. Crystal River in the background.

Just past the roof crux on Kunckledragger.

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Pulling hard moves on the Mohel's Mavaltov.

Sweet Simian Sounds Wall Perch.

John on first ascent of Fasting on Ramadon in The Gash.

7th Annual Summit for Life Event Climbs Aspen Mountain at Night

Don’t miss Saturday December 8ths Summit for Life race up Aspen Mountain Ski Resort to benefit the Chris Klug Foundation. The Chris Klug foundation raises money and awareness for organ and tissue donation.  For us Ski Mountaineer Racing dorks this is a great opportunity to kick start our lungs early in the season.  Every time I skin up Aspen Mountain I am reminded how relentless a hill can be.  A couple of my coworkers from Valley View Hospital are going to be competing in the race including Doug Folk who just completed his first Iron Man.  For more information on the race and Chris Klug Foundation visit http://summitforlife.org. Thanks to all of those who have already sponsored me with donations to The Summit for Life Event.

Bottom to Top Aspen Mountain gains 3267 feet of elevation. Not exactly a climb one want to do off the couch. To get ready for the event I thought I should start skinning  up Aspen Mountain as much as possible. My first skin up was Monday November 26^th 2012. I have always held onto the foolish notion that I could keep training through any cold, sickness or injury. It has taken me over decade to learn intense cardiovascular activity is not a cold remedy.

On the 26^th Aaron and I skinned up Aspen Mountain sucking  in frigid cold air as snow gun blew icy snow that plastered our faces.  I was sick as a dog and struggled to keep up with Aaron. My throat burned like a lava tube.  At the Sundeck we turned south and  ventured out Richman Ridge for an hour. I knew it was a bad sign when we saw a Nissan Xtera at the top of the mountain.  (There was so little snow people could still drive up the backside of the mountain.)  Aaron and I had to constantly remove our skis and walk through snowless patches along the  ridge.  A mile out or so  we ran into an elk herd.  These guys were a little high in elevation for this time of year.  Needless to say the outing was supposed to knock my cold out of my system but instead it grounded me at home the next day.

Aaron searches for snow on a very dry Richmond Ridge.

A week latter I was 90% recovered.  I decided to skin up Aspen mountain again on Monday December 3^rd 2012. Rain in Carbondale turned into ice and then snow as my wife and I drove up Valley. Aspen Mountain had gotten 2 new inches of snow.  A handful of people and I skinned up.at a tortoise pace.  As I reached the base of Kleenex Corner I noticed a guy taking some pictures of a snow dusted Aspen below. It turns out the early morning uphill enthusiast was taking a picture of me that ended up on the front page of the Aspen Daily News! Things were finally starting to look wintery on the mountain.  The couple inches over the manmade base was actually enjoyable skiing.  We’ll see if the precipitation in the next couple days gets winter back on track.