Tuesday, October 14

North and South Arapahoe

Enough of the teaser wifey and DH say...okay I get it. I'm a big fat slacker and I've been keeping my adventures to myself. Well today I'll share, happy not to have holes in me courtesy of the Denver PD (story maybe to come later).

This post is the tale of two adventures to North and South Arapahoe peaks in the Indian Peaks Wilderness, one of my new favorite playgrounds. They take place approximately one month ago, a time when Denver was still hot and sunny but the mountains were beginning descent into winter conditions. The first trip started out early from the 4th of July trailhead, eager to put some miles under my feet solo and get to the 3rd class ridge that connects the peaks as early as possible. Despite a gleaming white blanket of snow visible as I drove the Element from Westminster towards the IPW, I had packed light. Moving fast and bailing before trouble hits is the plan. The morning alpenglow was amazing and my camera was powerless to capture it's beauty. I adjusted my treking poles quickly in the parking lot and hit the trail moving fast. I pasted a small group right away and another set of footprints motivated me as I moved through the trees.
I climbed upwards and the snow deepened.
First just a dusting, then solid cover, followed by inches, then drifts much deeper than that.
But it was all beautiful and below treeline I was plenty warm from moving so quickly uphill.
I carefully crossed the trail waterfalls, already getting wet enough from the snow and lack of gaitors. Goretex shoes do jack when the snow enters from the top.

I knew it was only a couple miles until my first turn so I kept one eye on my watch and the other on the wilderness around me. It would be easy to miss my turn with my head on a swivel.
Soon I caught my rabbit and took over the trailbreaking, now through almost a foot of new snow. We chatted and I invited him to join me for the traverse if he felt up for it. Then we turned off the Arapahoe Pass trail and started up the Arapahoe Glacier trail. Well we followed the trail for a few minutes, then it was gone. I located the correct saddle and began to head straight up to the 12,700 ft col. I paused a few times to wait for my new partner but soon the wind and cold demanded I keep up my quick pace to stay warm.
At the saddle the wind whipped at me and I added my rain jacket to my wool and windshirt. I dug snow out of the tongue of my shoes for the dozenth time and continued up. Extreme weather is so beautiful and playing in the wind and snow was intoxicating.
The glacier (and forbidden zone) lay beneath me as I climbed the ridge to the summit of SA.
I found bits of cairns sticking out here and there but the trail remained non existent. Nevertheless the summit is where the climbing stops so I just went up, dropping into holes and drifts frequently and rock hopping on icy boulders where possible.
The view from the high peaks in Colorado never disappoints me.
It was clear and I could see 14ers, 13ers, Winter Park ski resort and all of the city stretch out around me.
I could also see my main objective, North Arapahoe Peak, maybe a half mile away.
I signed the summit register on SA and enjoyed the peak locater for a minute before heading on. The traverse was a big unknown at this point and there was a lot of snow.
Trail? What trail? I started out and stayed on the ridge direct most of the time. I postholed into thigh deep drifts frequently. My gloves were soaked but I continued on, sticking to my basic rule of continuing onwards over anything I could reverse.
The ridge ticked by slowly and I was all alone. A few other people appeared on SA's summit now and then but no one dared to go where I was. I don't really blame them.
There are supposed to be 4 crux moves on this traverse, maybe 4th class at the worst. Today everything was covered in snow, ice or feathers. Balancing on the ridge crest was wonderful but exposed. The cruxes were serious and certainly nothing less than 4th class in this condition. The first gully was choked with loose snow but I passed it after a moments thought to the best route. The second crux was crusted with ice so I bashed it off with my hands before pulling through the move and back up to the ridge crest. Between the 2nd and 3rd crux is supposed to be easy scrambling I later learned but today it was scooting and careful moves up and down blocks along the ridge. At one spot I tried three times before I found passage I was comfortable with being alone and unroped. A fall to the left was unwise, the right often worse.
Still I was getting closer to the final climb to the summit until I arrived at the third crux. Here deep snow, ice and lack of knowledge did me in. The crux is a block that's too deep to down climb safely and you're supposed to skirt to the left of it on some exposed 3rd class climbing. You can see my deep postholes in the picture below. I tried 3 times to pass it but gave up each time. Dammit. I looked at my watch, I was over an hour into the traverse already. I sat in the snow on a small ledge and added up the pros and cons.
The summit was right *there* was the biggest pro.
But there were too many cons and I had a return time to stick to. I took a self portrait and began to reverse the ridge. Luckily the wind hadn't obliterated all my tracks so the way back passed much more quickly. Downclimbing snowy and icy 4th class was exciting but I felt comfortable.
I popped back to the summit of SA and found several other groups. The days difficulties were now behind me so I sat down to eat and drink a bit. A nice couple shared some cheese and crackers with me and I shared some peppermint tea. I lounged for almost an hour, disappointed to have turned around but confident in the decision.
I sent Marni an OK message with the SPOT so she would know I was off the ridge and back into easy ground and then headed down.
At least all the cool cornices were small consolation.
The wind was a great artist and yes that's the camera strap.
More snow formations.
I slipped and slid back down to treeline in fast melting slush. Back at the trail it was like hiking through a stream. So funny the difference that 2,000 vertical feet makes.
At least the storm started to fill in the mountains :)
My failed attempt was Saturday and the following Thursday I was eager to give it another go. I knew it was within my abilities and it was torturing me hanging over my head. The next day I was leaving for Yellowstone with DaveC but I put off packing, dropped Marni at school and hurried back to the 4th of July trailhead. I left very late for a mountain trip, leaving the parking lot after 10:30. To make up for it I brought only a liter of water, some almonds, an apple and a gel. My emergency bivy and a jacket were the only other things in my pack. I ran up the trail with my treking poles in hand. This time the trail was visible up to the col and I ran and power hiked up the rocks. 90 minutes later I topped out on SA and stopped only for a sip of water and the apple before starting on the traverse. Wow, the lack of deep snow revealed a use trail and I quickly arrived at the first, then second cruxes. I met a group of 3 on their way back and the said the snow was minimal. What a difference 5 days makes. I stashed my poles under the 2nd crux and flashed up it. I ran the ridge again to the third crux, abruptly being stopped by the notch again. This time I used the internet beta and down climbed around it. Less than 30 minutes after leaving SA, I stood on the summit of North Arapahoe, 13502ft.
I signed the register and ate some almonds. I chugged some more water and snapped more pictures.
The glacier below me.
Summit marker.
From where I came.
The lakes above Brainard lake trailhead below me.
Off limits? ;)
After 10 minutes I packed up and busted ass back. It was storming on some of the surrounding peaks and moving towards me. I wanted to be back in the trees before it got to me. A few hundred feet above the trees it began to hail and thunder so I ran faster. Another couple was still heading up...in shorts. Oh well, their decision. Back below treeline I stopped to put on my jacket and hood as it hailed harder.
I said my good byes for now as I ran to the car and finished up 4:20 after I started, in enough time to go pick Marni up from work.
The Arapahoes were a great learning experience and I'm sure I'll see them again. South is a great and easier winter summit. Next spring I'm planning on climbing the Skywalker couloir and also planning a complete south to north traverse of the IPW once I scout a few more sections (Rollins Pass to RMNP).

Sunday, September 14

Teaser

Yesterday...

Friday, September 12

Pistacio Cone

Centennial Cone is a JeffCo park that I like riding quite a bit and hiking to it's namesake summit has been on my list for a while now. Yesterday the weather was not all that nice so I decided that a lower peak would be a worthy objective. I packed my poles, some snacks and tea and headed out.
This was my first ride with flat pedals in a while as I didn't feel like hauling 2 pairs of shoes. It as strange but worked fine. At least I was able to hold off the Garmin Chipotle boys to the first summit on Golden Gate Canyon road. They were the only other non car people I saw the entire trip, must have been the fog and the rain?
25 miles of riding from my house up to over 8k feet I arrived at the park to this. The Cone wasn't even visible! Nevertheless I knew where it was located so I locked up my bike and headed off on foot stuffing my face with salted almonds on the way.
As I hiked, the clouds broke up a bit and my objective's lower slopes at least came into view.
I wanted to traverse the peak and also hike up pt.7850 within the park so I hiked around to the north side past the private property before I headed up.
There isn't really a trail but there are numerous game trails to help with the bushwhacking. Getting around snags and deadfall just required a circuitous route. Mostly I just stuck near the rocky areas and trudged on straight up the 1000 vertical feet or so from the main trail.
Eventually I came to this which happens to be where the summit lies. You might be able to find a walk up route but I just made a couple easy class 3 moves and went right over the rock.
There are actually 3 markers up here but this is the summit (8679 feet) and register. It's fun finding a register with years and years of people's names as opposed to the 14ers where there are like 2 weeks worth. Hiking remote and just not so well known peaks is a good time. Needless to say, I didn't see anyone else on my way up or down or on the way back to my bike.
There were a lot of ladybugs chilling in the rocks though. Dozens came out when I disturbed the summit register!
Funny the only part of the day I wore my rain jacket was sitting on the summit. Generally it was just misting all day, never really raining drops except then. Wool baselayer and a windshirt was fine on top, the new Patagucci Traverse pants (review coming a little later...) on bottom.
I had some tea and chilled out eating lunch. The views came in and out as the clouds willed.
Eventually all the food was gone so I decided I better get on with the rest of the day's plans. I began hiking off the opposite end of the Cone and made a bunch more class 3 moves down the rocks.
Lots of cool scrambling and even low 5th class climbing around but I mostly just headed down, tossing my trekking poles ahead of me when I needed my hands.
Self timer shot.
The flowers were hanging on but their time is coming sadly. They did brighten up the dreary weather.
Lots of these little yellow ones.
The park is open for hunting during a small part of the year and there was random scattered evidence of humans around but thankfully very little trash. Anything I found I took out with me.
Away from the Cone itself I stayed high on the contours and scrambled up the rocks for fun and on the lookout for anything else interesting. I did find evidence of black bears but nothing that indicated they'd been there recently. Very little berries around the park at this point.
My final objective, pt. 7850, lay a couple drainages away.
Down to Elk Creek which was running, small but steady, I then began the ascent of it's slopes, dodging cacti all the way up.
Bye bye Cone in the distance.
My only evidence of possible cats. This is high up on the ridge where people rarely go I'm sure.
One final shot of the Cone from pt. 7850.
I traversed the ridge and found the high point on some rocks in the middle.
From there I followed more game trails down to the Evening Sun trail. One more climb back to the parking lot and I found my bike. Hopped on, downed my reserve Clif Shot and pedaled the 25 miles back home. 6500 feet and 58 miles human powered is pretty good for a rainy day I guess.

Tuesday, September 9

Running on vapors

While everyone else enjoyed a spectacular Vapor Trail 125 this past weekend, my body apparently had other ideas. The rollout was very relaxed, the first climb was great as I kept those who I wanted to watch in my sights and followed my nutrition strategy to a T.

Then we started going downhill on the Colorado Trail and my eyelids started going downhill towards my cheeks. The sleep monster was out in full force and no amount of food, heat, cold, caffeine or physical abuse could keep him away for the next 2+ hours. After nearly eating dirt a handful of times and bashing my legs on numerous rocks I made my way to aid #1. There I sat down, tried to nap and when that was futile, I threw in the towel. Frankly just getting through the race had no appeal to me even though I knew I could do it. I might as well come back another day and enjoy the course in the daylight if I couldn't stay awake anyway.

Some exceptionally nice aid station volunteers chatted with me while we cheered on the rest of the racers coming through and then drove me back to the Element. Marni shared her sleeping bag with me and we crashed out fitfully until morning. Bumming around Salida was a good time and the mountain summits all around were begging my visit. We hung out with Jeny and Dave and company and cheered on my awesome fellow racers and finishers before heading home.

I really don't know why I couldn't stay awake but it was definitely pissing me off. I certainly was well rested and even got a nap in the car on the way down unlike the KTR. I think in many ways I've just had a long (and wonderful) season of bike riding and it's time for a little break. So I've got nothing bike related on the calendar until TU and even that doesn't have to involve no sleep. In the meantime I think I need to go relax in the mountains, climb some rocks and ride when I feel like it. And yea dad, maybe I should get a job?

Saturday, September 6

Cheering and Chill'n

First up GO GEOFF! He's killing it right now. Wow! I'm sending you all my good vibes buddy, you're rocking it. Follow along here.

Second up, Marni and I are about to head out for the Vapor Trail. Between the CTR and the VT, it's been pretty nice not driving for dozens of hours to get to races. Chilling at home and sleeping in is quite a relaxing lead up to a race. I'm pumped for tonight's 10pm start.

Friday, September 5

Winding down

First off I have to say how proud I am of my wife. This past weekend we were in Winter Park racing the classic, King of the Rockies. It was her last XC MTB race of the season, which despite early fears, was quite successful with her upgrade to battle the Sport women. Knowing her form was great and her series place locked up, I told her to go for the win from the gun. Sure enough she jumped out hard ahead of the girl who beat her last week and held her off for 26 miles to take the W! Not only that but she dropped 15 minutes off her time from last year despite racing the long course which is at least 10 minutes slower. What I wouldn't give for a 25+ minute improvement in a year at an XC race! I'm really proud of her win, her overall improvement and also her 2nd place for the series. Looks like she earned herself an upgrade to Expert for 2009 :)

My KotR went well, finishing 5th and posting my best ever time for the course by 5+ minutes. I got left for dead on the 3.5 miles road start (again) but at least the 34x18 worked better and I was less than a minute down onto the climb. Note to self, 2:1 gearing would be fine next year. Once we hit the climb, Matt Hayes and I rode strong through most of our starting field even with their "headstart". He dropped me on the downhill but I kept him in sight through most of the rest of the course. That makes me happy because Matt is a strong SSer and a regular atop the podium in the SS class. The final climb up Lower Cherokee popped me a bit and I limped into the finish. Still I'm really happy with how I raced and XC pace was feeling much better than last week on the mountain circuit.

I should have found a way to race one more Winter Park XC race this season as 4 races instead of 5 (in a best of 5 scoring) left me in 6th for the series (two 3rd places, two 5th places). With one more even half assed race I would have taken 2nd place easily for the Expert 25-29 men. I guess that's not too bad for not taking XC seriously and racing rigid SS but I was a little bummed when I realized it. I'm still really hopeful I can win an Expert race on the single before I move up to Pro and proceed to get my ass handed to me every race for the rest of my life. I'd be lying if I said that isn't a goal for next season.

This weekend is the Vapor Trail 125 and I'm looking forward to it quite a bit. It's another race like the Kokopelli Trail that I'm still a bit shocked that I get to do. When Leadville handed me my ass in 2005, Scott and I marveled at Dave Weins taking 12+ hours to do the VT. That kind of effort was almost unfathomable. Yet tomorrow I'm headed to Salida to hang out with tons of great friends and have an overnight ride though beautiful country. Things like that sure make me realize how my life has changed in the past three years and I'm really greatful for that.

Fall itself really feels close now. Marni declared it here but I'm not ready to give up on indian summer just yet. There is still time to eek out a few more rides and adventures before the snow flies for good. T-minus 35 hours to the VT start!

Friday, August 29

Hello old friends

It's been a long time (8 years??) since I slipped these boys on my piggies. They're darn tight but I forgot just how grippy they are. I can't imagine what it must be like with "modern" shoes if they're better these days. First of many sessions starting this fall. I was encouraged by how I felt today scrambling 4th and low 5th around the first place I ever really climbed outside. Mind and body control was better than I ever remember it being before. Maybe I'm like fine wine? Okay probably not.

DC style goal: Lead solid 5.10 alpine trad by next summer
Testpiece A: Sunlight Spire - 5.10 - 2 pitches - 150 feet - 14,000ft elevation
Beta here, here and here.Testpiece B: Casual Route - 5.10a - 7 pitches - 900 feet - 14,259ft elevation
Beta here, here, and here.Those are probably big goals but I don't see why they wouldn't be possible. Might as well dream big and then start chasing.

Marni and I are taking a climbing class together soon too, just as soon as she tells me what night I can schedule it. I don't think she's ever been in rock shoes and she's only been roped up once or twice.

Tomorrow is King of the Rockies. Last XC race for the season I think so I better get to bed.

Thursday, August 28

Important links

Griz posted this one yesterday, the U.S. Geological Survey Photographic Library. You owe it to yourself to check these out. Here is a very small sample of my favorites so far and all on my to do list. I do warn you, hours can disappear here and there's a great search function.
Photo from 1932 - Lizard Head - 13,156ft in the San Juans.

Really cool 1873 exploration survey of Longs Peak.

Denali circa 1919

Also Eric and Dylan are trying to bike the Lost Coast. Follow the expedition here. Way past certifiably bad ass. Jill is maintaining the commentary and sat phone call ins. Pictures stolen from their blog.Dylan packrafting with bike

Hubbard Glacier

With pictures from link one and explorers from link two, how can you not be excited about adventure travel? Mind bottling...