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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Almost Free Solo 5.6 Keyhole Ridge: Longs Peak 14,255'

Peak: Longs Peak - 14,255 feet


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Summary
Total Elevation Gain: ~12,700 between 3 attempts. 5,100 on success day.
Total Mileage: ~40 Miles between 3 attempts. ~14mi on success day.
Peaks Climbed: Longs Peak
Ascent Party: Mountainmicah83, Sean
Note: Picture credit to Sean for donating his pictures. I won’t list every picture of who took what but below are a mix of our pics. We have plenty more so email if you need for reference or more conditions.
Preface:
(Warning: This preface is a long read so if you wan’t current conditions skip this text and a few pictures until you see summer conditions.)
It’s so funny that I have done quite a few peaks and Long’s peak hasn’t met my tick list yet. I think part of that was on purpose a couple of years ago when I was looking at what peaks were possible in winter. Another part of me wanted to save Longs for my last and summit my first time via a technical route on the diamond. Well, Thanksgiving weekend rolled around this year and I had a planned attempt on the North Face Cables route with Dancesatmoonrise. With an originally good weather forecast, it slowly deteriorated throughout the week until the usual 100MPH summit winds were forecasted and we had to cancel our plans. We know our limits and know we aren't invincible! Winter rolls in and Matt and I get the Little Bear Blanca traverse in the end of January and we are looking at something that will fuel our desire for exposure and difficulty. How do you top something like that? I look at harder things and my soul quivers. I look at easier things and think, ohhh too easy. Stuck, Matt and I finally decide to make a go at the cables in an unfavorable forecast with Dancesatmoonrise. Our motto is almost always to go check out the conditions and at least get a recon trip out of the deal. With 80MPH winds forecasted, we left Colorado Springs around 2 AM and were on the trail by 0530. The trip to treeline was quick but then we got blasted. Every step was grueling as we fought the wind and we kept wanting to turn around but just couldn’t. Our cutoff for starting the 5.4 section on the N. Face was 1100 AM and we arrived just in time to give a go at it. With iffy conditions on the slow below the technical stuff, we decided to rope in to keep us from washing down the hill in a slide. I lead up to just below the “technical” section

You can’t tell that well in this picture but the winds were horrendous and going up in thigh to waist deep sugar was not easy progress. Eventually, I set an anchor and brought the others up. We begin to look for the infamous eye bolts that used to once hold the cables going up and down the mountain to assist folks in getting to the top until someone realized it probably wasn’t the best idea. Matt went for the frigid lead to grab the first eye bolt we could see which was about 30’ above us. Little did we know that that first eye was actually the top of the first pitch and the first eye was actually very buried. Gust after gust wore us down and caused us to bail on a safe call and try again another day.
Late March rolls around and Matt and I want our revenge. This time, we plan to start even earlier. Driving in we get hit by heavy snow starting at about Allen’s park. By the time we arrive at the trailhead, we are barely able to drive the last half a mile in 6” of fresh snow. We opt to not even leave the car and nap til the sun came up (the ranger’s did not like this). By the time the sun came up, there was 10” of fresh pow on the ground and we headed back toward boulder knowing we made the right decision based on conditions. As a consolation prize, we climbed the first flat iron in our approach shoes, alpine harnesses, 2 cams smaller than 1” and a half a rack of nuts. After 2 pitches, we just unroped and finished the rest solo because it was so easy.
April rolls around and now we want our revenge on this route. It is time to go take care of business. We know the snow has been hammering the mountains in record amounts but we decide to go take a peek and hope for stable conditions to the summit. This time we were smart enough to carry snowboards up with us to a point past treeline for a hasty descent.
Arriving at treeline, the visibility is almost 0 but the winds are rather calm.

This time, there is sugar powder filling the boulder field and it is a nightmare to cross. We shouldn’t have dropped our snowshoes down lower. After a lot of frustration and post holing to cross, we think we can actually see that snow has loaded the entire 5.4 rock slope of the cables route. It was just waiting to blow in a slide and neither of us wanted to touch it. Yikes… We have been here so many times this year. We decided to go look at the Keyhole route and see if it would go just so we could get something. Finally making the keyhole, the rock is covered with verglass and is slick as snot and the winds are ridiculous on the backside. There is no way we are going for a summit in those conditions. Does this mountain ever get decent weather?

We decided to hunker down in the Keyhole Super 8 Lodge only to discover that there is no door and rock hard snow is filling the thing out the gills. We chip it away with our axes and rest from the relentless conditions for a while before making our descent. Once we arrived at the snowboards, we were back at the car within 15 minutes or so. Some people actually were eating a picnic on the packed trail and complained at us for riding snowboards near the hiking trail. Oh the nerve of us to ride snowboards down a mountain the way we came up!

At this point, we were done with this mountain. Until next winter at least….


Fast Forward July 28, 2011:
My good friend Sean had a soul itchin’ for some mountain time. If he had his way, I think he would usually choose a day at the crags but I manage to usually drag him out to the mountains some time. He was hot for a peak but the weather wasn’t looking that great in any range. We settled on Long’s Keyhole Ridge because the front range had a slightly better forecast than the other ranges at a 40% afternoon chance of thunderstorms. We decided to just to plan to be back to the car by noon and we should be fine. We rack out our gear on July 29 and keep reminding ourselves that the route is only 5.6 as we glean out our gear to the bare minimum.
Rack:
A 9.5 Mammut Infinity duodess Rope
Alpine Bod harnesses
6 double length runners
1 triple length runner
2 ultra light draws
Bd nuts size 6-10
Pink and red tricams
Metolius Ultralight Power Cams size 1-7. (up to about 2.5”)

I roll up in Pabst, our vehicle of choice for the journey, at about 1030PM on Friday night. Pabst is decked out with an auxiliary 125 amp hour marine battery and a mini fridge. It is like a home away from home.
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I have read that Long’s peak on a summer weekend has a full parking lot at 12:30AM but I always thought that was just a ploy to get folks to start earlier to be safer. Well, when we arrived at about 2:15AM, we surprisingly got one of the last spots open up top. We step off from the car at about 2:30 AM up the long and un-steep trail up through trees. Even though there is really no residual moon light showing and it is rather dark, we shut off the headlamps after about 10 minutes. Within 5 minutes, we could see well enough to make our way up the trail. We figured we wanted to be starting the 3rd class ramp right at sunup so we had some extra time and this would be a way to go a bit slower. It startled folks as we caught and passed them without any torch light. Most folks either had to make some sort of comment or stare at us with their headlamps just ruining our night vision. Why is it that people think it is ok to stare at you with a giant bright flashlight on their forehead? It was amazing to see the chain of headlamps headed up the hill up ahead.
It took longer than I thought to make the boulderfield, not because we were going by natural light but because I Didn’t realize how much out of the way the trail goes out of the way. In the Winter, it was straight up through the trees from the little wood foot bridge and straight to granite pass from there and straight up from there. Being inappropriate to travel like that in summer, it was a long and windy road to say the least. We actually walked right up on a heard of about 50 elk just past Mills Moraine. They were bolting within about 10’ of us. We probably would have seen them sooner if we had light. Oh well. About halfway through the boulderfield, we were greeted by the light.
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We took a rest just below the keyhole as we pulled out our technical gear and readied for the 3rd class ramp. Between 5:30 and 6, we set off for the business of the route. It’s amazing how much class 2 we will suffer thorough for a little bit of class 5. Look at these goobers:
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We were so happy to be away from the mass quantity of people. You don’t go to Longs in summer for solidarity, that’s for sure. We had Keyhole ridge all to ourselves though.
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In no time, we found the 4 shiny bolts with hangers just below what seemed to start to be a bit more technical. Looking at the terrain ahead, we both agreed that it hardly required a rope. Sean threw on his rock shoes and I continued on in my Approach shoes. With some careful moves, we made quick work of the next section. You can see one of the bolts in the lower right hand corner and the red line above me is our approximate path. Easy climbing but there are no unimportant steps here. Every move must count as there is zero room for error.
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I took the lead while Sean put his shoes on and he caught up fast on the fun and rather solid rock compared to other harder routes on other mountains.
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Over and up. Over and up we went.
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The fun solid granite just kept throwing itself down in front of us.
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The exposure grows with the excitement. False Keyhole and the 3rd class ledges are seen behind me along with the boulderfield and Storm Peak. When are we going to need all that gear we are hauling around?
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And a sneak peak of the route ahead
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How about on this splitter crack? This came as quite a surprise but we didn’t have any gear big enough for this anyhow. We could have set up an anchor at least but there was a decent decking ledge below and the granite was so sticky. Just stuff your limbs in and up you go. One foot in the crack… ouch. Two feet… a bit scary. I actually came down to re-think my future before sticking the third foot in the crack. Then…. Three feet in the crack…….. You are now committed. No going back, no mistakes. Just about the time your butt is puckerin’ pretty good, you can grab the top and mantle up. The feeling was truly exhilarating.
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Sean in close pursuit with biiiiig exposure in the background.
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Now atop the tower, Petit Grepon is seen in the lower left as Sean contemplates the route ahead.
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Everything is so pretty.
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After the splitter crack, it is obvious that the only way to continue is over the tower and down. The back includes a tippy block and some high exposure. We opt for the safe option and pull the rope out for a 10’ rappel on the rap ring and decent looking webbing already in place. Normally, I don’t use used webbing but upon inspection, this piece looked alright. It wasn’t hard moves, just high exposure. A quick no hands traverse lent us passage across the backside of the tower. Meanwhile, the folks down on the keyhole route below were totally oblivious to us above so we had to be extra careful not to send any projectiles careening down. The black arrow depicts where the rap happened and then we traversed the ledges.
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Standing on wet moss and staring up at the next section, the route was obvious where we had to go. Due to the unknown factor of what was above, we opted to rope up since we had wet shoes and I was only in approach shoes. This was not worth the risk given the factors. I threw in a nut for an anchor and belayed Sean as he placed 3 pieces before setting anchors about 50’ up since the route looked fine after that point. I followed quickly noting that there was one piton hammered behind a flake on the face about 1/3 of the way up the pitch that Sean didn’t even see. His cam placement was probably better anyhow.
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I made quick work of the short pitch while enjoying the bluebird day. Wasn’t it supposed to be 80%+ cloud cover today? What a treat. I felt good. We made the decision to be safe as soon as safety was in question and we roped up right where we needed.
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Putting away the rope, we traversed left and up to the next tower. I topped out to realize it wasn’t the right way. This isn’t where I parked my car! I came back down as Sean searched the area below for passage. With a high traverse I found passage into the infamous notch.
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Monkey see. Monkey do.
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What a beautiful Notch! The rock was reminding us both of turkey rocks in the south platte.
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We chatted with another guy who I think had come from the choss gulley below the notch. We waited for him to top out on the right line since he kicked down a good sized rock. We took the left side.
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Some talus hopping and hard slab put us on the summit block.
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Here is one of the 4 USGS Markers. It is kind of shiny, presumably from the thousands of hands touching it.
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And… A summit shot. #49 For Me and I think #8 for Sean. It is nice to have a partner with technical rock skills as it makes numbers matter quite a lot less. I now have 9 to go. Single digits baby. This is a hard earned summit if I ever saw one. This isn’t to say that I have some unfinished winter business here. I also want that chance on the Diamond understanding that there might be more than 40’ of roped climbing there! I would like to do many other routes on this magnificent mountain in the future as well but it feels good to have it ticked off the list.
Sean surprised me with shooters of Jim Beam Black and some Brandy. We downed the Beam and saved the brandy for the car. What a pal!
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Sean took a pic of his new friend.
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I point out Chasm view as we make our way down for our descent on the North Face Cables route. This seems like a better option than the crowded keyhole route with the army of people kicking down rocks on us. We opted for the straight line. Why not, we have a rope and need to get some use out of it.
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Traversing down and left and following the cairns, I don’t think the route ever exceeded class 3 until we found the highest eye bolt. It was about 25 meters above the next set that actually was the 5.4 section. We skipped it and waited around the next two. We awaited for another team to finish the 2nd technical pitch and made our rap down to the winter highpoint for Matt, Dancesatmoonrise and I. I couldn’t believe how close this was to the summit and we had to turn around. You can see there is still some wetness on the route.
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It sure does look a lot different than in winter. The next pitch we rapped more to the left (while facing down) since there was other groups waiting for the first pitch. 2 raps with a doubled 60m was perfect and I presume that 2 30m ropes tied together would suffice as well. The next image is our approximate route for the day. Red is un-roped ascent. The tiny blue is roped ascent. Black is descent. Yellow is rappels. What a stellar route. Everything went too smooth. Unbelievable.
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Afer spending some time looking at climbers on the diamond from chasm view and dangling my feet over the edge, we took off because Sean felt the altitude still messing with him a bit. We were on our way back to Pabst. Here is a shot of a future goal from near Mills Moraine.
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Getting back to the trees was quite a relief from the heat and sun as we dipped our heads in the rushing water and slogged it out back to the car.
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1230 on the dot gained us the parking lot. We hung out in Pabst as we shook off the day and prepared for the hot drive back to the springs with no air conditioning. Lucky for us, there were yummy popsicles in the fridge.
Thanks for reading through as I learned my lessons in patience to tick this one off the list.

Thanks to Sean for suggesting this climb and accompanying me on the journey.

See you at the Top!

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Day Ascent via Chicago Creek: Mt Evans, West Evans, Mt. Spaulding

Peaks: Mt. Evans - 14,264 feet
Spalding, Mt - 13,842 feet
"West Evans" - 14,256 feet


Summary
Total Elevation Gain: ~5,600’
Total Mileage: ~15 Miles
Peaks Climbed: Mt. Spaulding 13,842’, West Evans 14,256’, and Mt. Evans 14,264’
Ascent Party: Mountainmicah83, Baz Agastus (the dog)


Preface:
After getting Bierstadt done a couple of months ago and my partner not feeling the Sawtooth Traverse, I still had Evans on my checklist. Friday night at about 9PM, I decided I would make a go for it on Saturday. (Note: I had done plenty of past research on the route and area so it’s not like I just blindly picked a peak and went for it.) While someday I may get bored and go back to get individual 3000’ ascents on many peaks, I am not a current stickler on the rule, but I felt that an ascent from Summit Lake couldn’t possibly convince my conscience that it was a earned 14er Summit. I chose to go for Chicago creek on a speedy ascent in a day. With the last minute decision, I knew I couldn’t round up a partner that late in the game that would be up for a speed ascent of Evans. I defaulted to my trusty partner Baz and after packing we were in bed by 11 PM.


Saturday July 16, 2011



With a crappy couple of hours of tossing and turning, I awoke without my alarm at 1:50 am, poured the coffee and was out the door and on the road in my 1970 VW Bus by 2:10. Driving at that time is great because there is no traffic. An hour later, I was in Castle Rock and I think I pushed the bus a little too hard over Monument hill because it suddenly started to act funky. After the last Castle Rock exit my engine started to sputter and I quickly pulled over. I was so worried I killed my newly rebuilt 1835cc engine after only putting about 2000 miles and a road trip last week to the International Climbers Festival in Lander, WY. I went out and popped the back hatch to find smoke pouring out of the engine bay. I checked the oil… half a quart low. I poured the half a quart and waited 15 minutes until 3:10AM. At 3:10, I checked the engine temp and it seemed cool enough so I went to start it and it started fine and I took off only to pull over in 100’ because it was still sputtering. I was doomed. I thought I overheated it and had a valve drop in the piston. I figured the trip was over at this point because I wouldn’t have enough time for a 15 mile and 5,600’ elevation gain even if I made it there. I decided to sleep in the back until 4AM and let it fully cool down. At 4 I tried to start it and the same sputtering occurred. I figured I was in for a long day trying to figure out how to get the bus home. On a side note, the bus’ name is Pabst. I began to pray that it was just some silly problem and that there was nothing wrong with Pabst and decided to check out the engine bay one more time for any clues. After a little searching with my headlamp in the 4AM darkness, I found a screw laying down in the tin that had fresh oil that wasn’t there the day before. It had to go somewhere and I was determined to figure out where it went hoping it would fix my problems. Ah ha. A few minutes later, I spotted a hole the same size as my screw/bolt in the side of the carb. It fit like a glove. I tightened it down and went to start Past. He fired right up with his normal purr. It was only 4:10 am at this point and I was a little over an hour behind. I figured since it was such a simple problem, I would go for Evans being more cautious for storms with my later times and worst case, I could spot some granite trad lines for the future.

After cruising at around 55MPH and exiting at Morrison to skip the first steep part of I-70, I eventually made my way via the truckers lane to the Echo Lake Parking lot by about 6 AM. My planned start time was at 5 so I knew I had to be extra fast. Finally, by 6:15 Baz and I were taking our departing photo in front of Pabst and stepping/running off.

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By the time we started, the sun was already hitting the top of the peaks and a headlamp wasn’t even needed. Echo lake sure was pretty at this time and I was surprised at this late hour only one other car was parked in the lot. It had rain all over and appeared to have sat there at least all night.

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After about 10 minutes or so of jogging, I got my first view of most of the route ahead with Spaulding in the center right and Evans playing peek-a-boo at center left.
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In no time, I reached the bottom of the initial 400’ descent and was crossing Chicago creek almost to the 1 mile road portion.

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It is prime season for the flowers out there and I kept stopping progress to photograph them. Here are some columbines right off the trail. I am not a professional photographer and just snap tons of pictures with my point and shoot hoping to get a few decent ones for a good story so here is the best of what I got.

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And a shot of the woods as Baz and I scurried through. Everything was soaked from the day’s prior rain so every bush was getting us wet as well as the fact that that all of the rocks and roots made for slick travels.
It was at about this point that I found a random cucumber laying right in the middle of the trail. I figured some backpackers from the day prior must have dropped it so I set it on a stump and continued on.

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I reached the presumed burn area and got another view of the route ahead and the upper cirque. Still haven’t seen another soul since I left the car.

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Alternating between jogging and speed walking, I made quick work to treeline. The lower Chicago lake is below the willows, the upper lake is above that 50’ rock headwall and summit lake is still approximately 1,500 verts away over that headwall that looks rather steep from a distance. At this point the trail got super muddy for the next half a mile as I hopped from rock to rock and side to side trying to keep dry and semi-clean shoes.

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Here is a cool boulder overhanging right over the trail in one spot. This is an example of one of the hundreds of boulders hiding back in this basin just waiting for folks to come climb all over. I was still amazed I hadn’t seen another person yet.

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What, snow in Mid-July at 11,500’? No way. I didn’t bring crampons. What ever shal I do? Good thing the trail went around to the right. That was a close one. Whew.

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Finally, I reach the upper lake and see a few tents scattered throughout the area with folks up and about. None of which look like they are planning to climb Evans. While Baz is always on my heals and off a leash, I politely leashed him through the area where there were people. As soon as we were by, I unleashed him. He is always so close behind me, I kick him in the face when my foot slips. We start up the headwall to the Mt. Warren and Mt. Spaulding Saddle and it starts to not look that bad. My energy level was getting low as all I had eaten for the day was some pop-tarts on the drive up and I was definitely not running up this hill. Just pushing hard and chugging up like a cog train. I think I can, I think I can!

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I stop to take a quick sip of water and photograph the basin below. Gorgeous.

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And looking North towards Long’s Peak, I see some darker clouds developing and I begin to wonder what they are going to do as I watch them. They were definitely rain clouds but they were almost sitting still and didn’t seem to be electrically charged or shooting up or anything weird so I cautiously continued on keeping a close watch on the system. I was ready to bail at any time as I know better than to mess with storms.

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Almost to the saddle, I grab a beta photo of the aprons. They were just sitting there calling my name. What beautiful pieces of slab granite and a great way to earn the summit. Next time I guess. I had it in my mind that I was going to have a few hundred feet of descent from the saddle to summit lake but at the top, the lake was right there. I stopped and sucked down a clif shot and threw the dog a couple of treats. At this point it was about 9AM. Not bad I suppose. 2:45 from echo lake to summit lake where there was already a full parking lot of cars from road bikers and hikers.
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A few short minutes later and I was headed up Mt. Spaulding. I was on a mission and was cruising right along. My original plan was to be home around 3 or 4 PM when the wife was due back but with an hour delay in my start, I was pushing extra hard to try and make it so we could do some much needed weed pulling in the yard together.

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I continued up the gentle slopes of the 13,842 Mt. Spaulding as I passed a Mother and Daughter taking a break.

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Still watching the storm to the north east, it appeared that Longs and Mt. Meeker were now getting rain. Still no lightning and almost no movement from the clouds in my direction though. I figured I would just keep chugging.

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A look east back into the Chicago creek basin with Summit lake and the Chicago Lakes and the storm brewing out yonder. It feels nice to have enough experience to watch the clouds and know when to be worried. Still in shorts and a tee-shirt at this point with no need for the goretex, gloves, and hat I carry year round.

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Almost at the summit of Spaulding, I got a good shot of the upper cirque towards the summit that was a great view of the Aprons as well. Most of the upper trail goes about 100’ in elevation West and below the other side of the ridge.

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With the 10 sec timer set on the camera and a quick scamper, I was able to get my own summit photo of Baz and I. Easy peasy so far.

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A quick jog off of the Spaulding Summit and into the upper area towards the Evans Ridge, you could pretty clearly spot the exit from the Sawtooth traverse down below.
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It was around here that I passed a couple coming down with a large dog talking with a couple going up. I overheard the couple returning saying the trail head was steep and their dog had trouble in a few spots. They gave the ascending couple advice that it would probably be another hour and a half to the summit.
I was a bit taken back because I didn’t remember hearing of any difficult sections on this trail and began to worry about the storm and the time it was going to take me to reach the summit. These normal worries can usually be discussed with a partner but with the dog I was left with the thoughts to rattle in my mind. I kept pressing onward.

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Reaching the point where you could see the sawtooth, it got windy and chilly and I was running low on energy again. I choked down a mini clif bar and threw on the goretex and gloves and hat that I ended up removing 5 minutes later due to profuse sweating. At this point, my camera went kaput and even new batteries weren’t making it work. It was reading some sort of lens error so the rest of the photos are with the iphone 3gs at 2MP so I apologize for the quality of the rest. At least I had some sort of backup I guess.

Here is a look at Bierstadt and most of the sawtooth. You can’t see it due to the quality but there were no less than 30 folks standing atop the Bierstadt summit.

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Being so close, I made I quick detour off of the trail and tagged the summit of the unranked, unofficial 14er, west Evans up atop the Aprons. I had a good view of Evans proper with folks on the summit. Taking the true ridge from here and a fun little scramble, we made the crowded summit and found the polished USGS marker from so many greasy hands touching it by 1020 AM just over 4 hours after leaving the car. I never did find that hard or steep section that couple with the large dog were talking about and it was less than 30 min from where I saw them to the top. Funny how perception works I suppose.

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We had a couple take our summit picture. #48 for me and #23 for Baz. 10 More to go baby and then I can focus more on alpine 5th class.

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Then we sat to eat a salmon pouch and a couple of doggie treats as we looked at the route back down. The storm seemed to be dissolving at this point and the clouds above were almost motionless.

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Now it was time to find the Trail for the north east face route for our descent. I didn’t see the need to go back around via Spaulding. I took the tourist trail back down to the parking lot as I passed the flood of people dogging up from the parking lot as they gasped for air. Hey… At least they were enjoying the nice weather too. I hadn’t studied exactly where the route started down but right from the parking lot, I spotted a pretty clear trail headed down. It was too easy.

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I had heard of nightmare type stories about how steep and loose this route is but it was much nicer than the standard route of Columbia. It was even nicer than the standard route of challenger as well. Making quick work, I was halfway down in no time and looking back up the route. This is definitely the summit direct route and not the scenic route that going over Spaulding provides.

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It probably took me 10 minutes to reach the road below back towards summit lake. I jogged to the now overflowing parking lot meeting a couple of folks still pondering if they could make a summit attempt for the day. I gave them the advice that the weather was still good but to be extra vigilant and willing to turn around.

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I downed another clif shot and made my hasty descent back down the headwall to the Chicago Creek basin. It was just too nice and the lake was asking for me to take a swim so Baz and I found a nice rock with deep water in front. I stripped down to my birthday suit and we dove right in. Brrr. After quickly swimming out and laying on the warm rocks, I felt so refreshed. I put back on my clothes minus the shirt and watched Baz roll in the grass to wick some of the water. With that fur coat, the wetness hopefully acted as somewhat of a cooling agent for him.

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We jogged the next couple of miles down the trail passing several folks headed both directions. The basin was now full of people. I must have seen over 200 people on the way back to the car enjoying the beautiful Colorado day. At about the point where we reached the road portion of the return hike, I quit jogging and started speed walking. Baz has never had any problems keeping up in the past on long speedy type ascents but I had a feeling the heat was getting to him. He looked normal and had plenty of water for the day but I didn’t want to push him too far figuring 15 miles and 5,600’ was enough as is. I was somewhat dreading the 400’ re-ascent back to the car but it went by very quickly and gently. We arrived back at Pabst at 12:45 just 6:30 after departing. That seemed like a pretty decent time granted I got to take lots of pictures, hang out on the summit for about 20 minutes and take a swim on the way back. I enjoyed a cold beer and Baz and I shared a package of chicken.
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What a wonderful day. We didsee sevaral SAR vehicles and an ambulance headed up the road on rou descent but I never heard of the outcome.
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Thanks for Reading.

See you at the Top!