Sunday, May 26, 2013

Quieting My Ego on North Maroon Peak

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I don't normally post about failed attempts at a summit/ski descent, but I thought it might be a good idea to post about this one.  I hope that the folks I ski with on a regular basis read it and it helps us continually make wise decisions in the mountains.


Background:
I have been trying to ski the north face of North Maroon peak for several years now.  Since it is well within my comfort zone and ability, and it is such an iconic peak, it feels like it calls out to me.  Every year, however, I have either had issues finding a partner, been denied by avalanche conditions, or had other obligations (work, trips, other peaks, etc.).

This year, after finally successfully skiing Mount Moran I was itching to check North Maroon off the list as well.  Things were looking promising.  I had a partner lined up to ski it with, a weather window and I was in good physical shape.


May 21:
My ski partner backed out of the trip.  We had been planning on leaving the next day, May 22.  I certainly understood his need to back out as he had some time sensitive issues to take care of.  I decided to push the start of my trip back another day, and leave on May 23.  I looked for other partners, but found none.


May 22:
I debated whether or not I should go solo.  More or less, my reluctance to go solo was because I simply like to spend time with other people in the mountains.  Being solo does present some heightened risk factors, though.  For instance, in case of an injury I would have no help.  But that is a bit of a moot point for a ski descent like this.   The chances that a partner could help you if you get hurt are slim.  This is not the sort of place where one simply gets hurt...

I decided to go solo.


May 23:
After the drive up to Maroon Lake, I loaded my pack and set off for camp.  The views of the north face of North Maroon were great and I was excited to be there.

Starting the hike to camp.
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I hiked in 2.4 miles and 1300' vertical to camp with a brief stop at Crater Lake to enjoy the view.

Home sweet home.
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May 24:

4:30 am - Knowing that with my fitness level I could comfortably put away ~1200' vertical in an hour, and that I was only ~3,350' vertical from the summit, I set the alarm clock for 4:30 am with the plan of hitting the trail at 5 am.  I figured this would give me plenty of time to make it to the summit before things got too warm.

As I was eating breakfast a group of two passed me, also on their way to the summit of North Maroon for a ski descent.


5:00 am - I clicked into my skis and hit the trail about 15 minutes behind the other group of skiers.  The first face that I encountered looked pretty benign.  It was only ~700' vertical of mostly side-hill skinning.  I was planning on having this face out of the way in 30 minutes (by 5:30 am).  Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

The night had been clear and cold, and the snow surface was brutal for a side-hill skin.  In fact, it was quite difficult to even get the butt of my ice axe into the snow surface.  The group ahead of me made decent time on the face by boot packing much of it (I talked to them about it later).  I was continually going from trying to skin, to boot packing, to trying to skin.  For a while I felt like I was on a Nordic Track.

What should have only taken me about 30 minutes ended up taking me 1.5 hours.  I was frustrated, but the snow surface was still cold so I kept going.



Side-hill skin from Hell.  Should have taken me no more than 30 minutes but took me 1.5 hours.  This picture was taken from camp the night before.
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A slight view of the sunrise.
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6:30 am - I had reached the basin below the face of North Maroon.  The skinning from here was much easier.  I hustled and made great time.  I put away the next 1000' vertical to the base of the north face in ~30 minutes.  I was feeling pretty good.  I could see that the other group of climbers was about 30 minutes ahead of me at this point.  I lost ground on the initial side-hill, but made a lot of it up on this section.


7:00 am - I had reached the base of the north face and transitioned from skins to crampons.  I began hiking my way up.  I was moving fast and still making great time despite the poor start.


7:30 am - It was getting warm quickly.  Very quickly.  On a few of my steps I punched through the frozen surface into the unconsolidated snow beneath.  Given that I was climbing fast I made the decision to continue upwards with the hopes of being able to outclimb the thaw.  I knew that if it got much worse I would have to turn around.  It is never a good idea to be hiking over large exposure on poor snow.


7:45 am - At this point I was at roughly 13,300'.  I could see the final cliff band on the north face.  I was just below the middle crux.  I had been hiking at a steady pace and had climbed a little more than half the vertical of the north face.

All of a sudden, a decent rock fall happened to my climber's left.

This gave me pause.  I knew it was warming quickly.  I debated whether I should continue climbing or take the rock fall as a sign that things were getting bad.  Had I been skiing down at this point it would not have been as big an issue.  On skis one is more mobile (ability to get out of the way) and has weight distributed onto more of the snow surface (won't punch into the unconsolidated snow beneath).

Within 30 seconds another sizable rock fall happened to my climber's right.  This wasn't anything to mess around with.  I decided to get off the face as soon as possible.  I down climbed to a safer zone beneath a slightly overhanging cliff (protection from subsequent rock fall) and transitioned to my skis.



Time and location breakdown.  This picture was taken after I had skied down and was waiting for the other group to ski down.
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Although I knew it was the correct decisions, it pained me greatly to turn around.  For a myriad of reasons my ego wanted me to continue:

  • I have wanted to ski the face for so long.
  • The climb and ski are well within my ability level.
  • I had put in a lot of work to get to where I was (driving, camping, skinning, hiking).  
  • I was so close to the summit.  
  • I fealt great physically and was climbing at a good pace.  
  • It was only 7:45 am, and I would likely make the summit by 8:45 am (usually a very reasonable time to be on the summit).
  • There was a group that wasn't too far ahead of me that was going to ski from the summit.

Even though my ego wanted me to keep going, I had to face the facts and be objective about my decision making.  It was getting warm very quickly.  It is likely I could have continued and made the summit without further incident but the heightened risk simply wasn't worth the reward.  I would have had to rely too much on luck to make it to the summit without incident.  If something were to go wrong in that situation it would be disastrous.  As I mentioned before, this is not the sort of place where you simply "get hurt."

If I had been about 30 minutes ahead on my climb I think I would have been fine.  Curse that 1.5 hour side-hill from Hell on that first pitch.


7:55 am - I delicately transitioned to skis.  I was over massive exposure and had to be careful not to lose any gear and especially not do something clumsy myself.  There are no pictures or video of this because getting the camera out and set-up was very low on my priority list.  I wanted to get off the face as efficiently as possible.  The snow was a bit punchy and variable for the descent, but I made it down without incident and was much more comfortable with the conditions now that I had skis on.


8:05 am - I reached the bottom of the the basin below the north face just in time to see the other group summiting North Maroon.  The snow below the face was really nice, and I took that as a small consolation prize.

I posted up and spent the next hour watching the other group ski down.  After they reached me I congratulated them and we talked for a while.  We all skied down to my camp together, ate some food, then began our hike down to the trail head.



Am I disappointed that I didn't get to ski North Maroon from the summit?  Yes.  Would I make the same decision again if put in the same situation?  Yes.  Do I plan on trying to ski North Maroon again in the future?  Yes.


Some perspective of how far I had gone and how close I was.  I'll get it some other day.
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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Mount Moran - The Skillet; A Goal Realized.

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In the summer of 2001 my dad and I went backpacking in Yellowstone and then did some adventures in the Tetons.  It was the first time I had ever seen Mount Moran, and the first thing I said when I saw it was "I want to ski that."  I didn't know it at the time, but I was looking at the classic ski line that dominates the eastern face of Mount Moran - The Skillet.

My first time seeing Mount Moran and The Skillet circa August, 2001.
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Returning to Mount Moran to ski The Skillet in May, 2013.
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I've had the physical ability to ski a line like The Skillet ever since I was about 13 years old after having done mountaineering skills camps.  But, for some reason I just haven't had the opportunity to ski it.  The last four years I have made plans to ski it, but got stymied by weather or other obligations.  This year, it finally happened.


Check out the video, but the pictures and story below are really more informative.




May 14, 2013:
On Tuesday I drove up to Jackson, WY with Palmer, Andre and Davis.  My friend Clayton came from Montana and met us there.  Our crew of five was assembled.  Palmer is a fellow coach on CUFST, Andre and Davis are current CUFST team members, and Clayton is a CUFST alumnus.

That night I got some brief sleep at my friend Patrick Nelson's house, excited for the adventure that lay ahead.


May 15, 2013:
On Wednesday morning our crew of five drove into Grand Teton National Park and got our gear sorted.  Clayton brought a cataraft and a whitewater kayak which proved to be instrumental to the logistics of getting our gear to the base of the mountain.  Two of the crew - Palmer and Davis - hiked to the west side of Jackson Lake from the String Lake Trail Head with minimal gear weight.   The rest of us went to the Signal Mountain boat ramp to paddled across Jackson Lake with the remaining gear.

The approach via String Lake Trail Head.
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Gear sorted and the crew of five parting ways at the String Lake Trail Head.
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Getting the boats set-up at Signal Mountain boat ramp with Mount Moran looming in the background.
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Our best view of the Tetons for the entire trip.
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The original plan was for me to help Clayton on the cataraft, but because we are such different sizes, we could not get the oars configured correctly for both of us.  Instead, Andre joined Clayton and they had the arduous task of rowing a loaded cataraft across flatwater, into the wind.  They switched rowing duties in order to make it a little easier, but it was still quite the task.  I had the arduous task of paddling a whitewater kayak (that was too small for me) across the lake into the wind, but at least I didn't have a bunch of gear weight.

The approach via Jackson Lake.
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Boats loaded and ready to go.
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Mid-lake cataraft view.
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Mid-lake kayak view.
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Once across the lake my hips, knees and shoulders were killing me.  When the cataraft arrived we unpacked and got ready to bushwhack up to camp.

Boat landing.
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The Skillet Route.
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Geared up and ready to bushwhack.
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Bushwhacking.
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I'm pretty sure this was a wolf's lair that we came across during the bushwhack.  There were tons of fur and the remnants of a kill.
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The Skillet handle coming into view.
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Beautiful views of The Skillet kept us excited and encouraged on the hike.
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When we arrived at camp, we set up our tents and then immediately started prepping food and water.  We had to move quickly so we could get to sleep early.  We had a 2 am wake-up call approaching.

Home sweet home.
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Dinner with friends.
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The setting sun meant shutting down stoves and going to bed.
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Clayton bivied under a rock...a pretty sweet set-up.
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As we were going to sleep, we heard the unwelcome sound of rain.  It proceeded to rain for hours.  This was discouraging and concerning for the snow conditions and safety of the next day's adventure.


May 16, 2013:
The ring of my alarm clock at 2 am got us up and talking.  The rain had stopped, but it still had us concerned about the snow and avalanche conditions for our climb.  We decided to get out and see what conditions were like first hand.  If we saw anything concerning our plan was to turn around.

A true "alpine" start.
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Slow but sure.
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Keeping safe following distance in the dark.
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Before the sun came up Clayton and I had already reached the base of The Skillet glacier.  We stopped there and waited for the rest of the group to arrive.  We discussed the snow conditions and whether or not we should continue to climb.  Fortunately, although it had rained on us at camp it seemed to have frozen at higher elevations.  The snow conditions were improving as we climbed, so we decided to continue.

Pre-dawn light over Jackson Lake from The Skillet glacier.
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Clayton in the pre-dawn light.
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Watching the sunrise over Jackson Lake.  Great way to start the day.
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Talking about snow conditions.
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Light through the clouds.
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It was just one of those moments in life that you'd like to pause.
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After climbing The Skillet glacier and crossing the bergschrund we reached the Skillet Handle.  The snow had improved significantly.  What now concerned us was the weather.  We had significant cloud cover on the Skillet Handle, limiting our visibility.  However, it was keeping the snow cold and safe.  We continually evaluated our decisions on the way up, making sure we weren't putting ourselves in a dangerous situation.


Looking down from the base of the Skillet Handle.
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Looking up from the base of the Skillet Handle.
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Talking with Clayton about continuing the climb.
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Into the clouds.
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The cloud on the Skillet Handle was quite dense and it even began to snow during our climb.  We had to continually stop and make sure we were able to communicate with everyone in the group.  This made our progress slow, but since the sun wasn't affecting the snow we were able to afford the extra time.  The snow stayed cold and ideal for climbing and skiing.

Regrouping.
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At this point Palmer's body wasn't cooperating with him and he stopped his climb.  We had about 1000 vertical feet left to climb and the rest of us pushed upwards.
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Me and Davis topping out on the Skillet Handle.
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Once we finished climbing the Skillet Handle, we made the short trek to the summit of Mount Moran.  It was wonderful to be on top, but I have to admit I was a little disappointed to miss out on the view.

Andre, Davis and Me atop Mount Moran.
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Clayton is a fellow Keystone Stater.  Representing the Steel City atop Mount Moran.
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A solo shot of me on the summit.  I thought my grandfather would like this.
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When we got back down to the top of the Skillet Handle I was EXTREMELY EXCITED.  The snow was good, the line was steep and I was finally skiing a mountain I had wanted for a dozen years!  I dropped in first and Clayton took tail.

Looking down the Skillet Handle from the top.
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We didn't take any pictures until we got down lower and you could actually see better.  I can't adequately articulate how enjoyable the descent was.

Andre.
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Me above.
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Me close.
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Me below.
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Andre in the sun.
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Davis in the sun.
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Clayton below the Skillet Handle.
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Clayton crushing.
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This view just didn't get old.
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We met Palmer back at camp and proceeded to pack up and bushwhack back to Jackson Lake.  Once there, we loaded the cataraft.  I decided not to paddle the kayak across the lake for a couple reasons; 1) my shoulders, knees and hips still hurt from doing it the day before, and 2) the weather was getting pretty nasty to be on such a small boat in the middle of the cold lake.  Andre and Clayton had a hellish paddle across the lake with wind and waves nearly causing them to spend the night on an island.  Palmer, Davis and I had a drenched hike back to the String Lake Trail Head.  From there I hitchhiked back to the Signal Mountain boat ramp to get my truck.  I picked up Palmer and Davis then we helped Andre and Clayton organize the gear back at the Signal Mountain boat ramp.

It was a long, crazy, fun day.  We rolled back to Jackson, got some pizza, then made it back to Patrick's house at midnight.  Sleep felt very good.


May 17, 2013:
I had hoped to spend a few extra days in Jackson for some other adventures after Mount Moran, but the weather was rain and thunderstorms.  This stymied our extra plans, so we headed back to Colorado a little early.  All in all I was very satisfied with the trip.  I got to ski something I had wanted to ski for many, many years and I got to do it with a great group of people.


May 18, 2013:

Check out my "dry-v-way."
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