Sunshine Route On Mount Hood

Psyched at Cloud Cap after climbing the route

After two other attempts on this route last summer, both ending at the bergschrund due to conditions, the third try was the charm.  Great success!

James and I busted out of Seattle a bit early on Friday with the promise of perfect weather and excellent conditions for volcano climbing.  We arrived at the Tilly Jane trailhead around dusk and geared up.  Since we didn't plan to make it to Cloud Cap until after 11pm and wanted to get started from there around 2am, we decided to bring one sleeping pad and bag between the two of us, no tent, no cookware, and minimal climbing gear.

Light and fast, we hiked the 3.9 miles from Tilly Jane to Cloud Cap in about 1 hour 40 minutes.  We quickly set up "camp" on the deck of Cloud Cap.  The moon was so bright that we had to pull our hats down over our eyes to get any sleep.  It wasn't frigid, but it also wasn't terribly warm.  Our sleeping bag strategy worked decently well for getting a few cat naps in, but 2am came very quickly.  We opted for a quick 30-minute snooze session.

Packing was fast and we were on the move by 2:45am, quickly reaching the moraine and making our way up to the large cairn marking the descent to Eliot Glacier.  Since this was James' first glacier travel experience, we opted to rope up right away and stay that way for the rest of the ascent.  It wasn't necessary, but gave me a bit more peace of mind.  Something about hearing her tell her mom on the phone on our way down that we'd "be safe."

On our way up

Once we'd crossed the Glacier, made it up the ramp on the far side, and started up the base of the Snow Dome, the sun just began to peek over the horizon.  Adams, Rainier, and Saint Helens were all lit up in alpenglow.  It was pretty incredible.  We stopped there for breakfast, taking in the first rays of red, then orange light.

The Snow Dome was pretty grueling.  Warm temperatures had left it pretty soft, even at sunrise, so we post-holed quite a bit in our mountaineering boots.  We could tell that things would be sloppy on the descent.

After a quick break at the top of the Snow Dome, we headed up past Anderson Rock, skirting it to the right, just above a crevasse that was opening up at the base of the rock.  That section had felt super-steep in the past, but wasn't too bad this time, due to the loose, heavy snow.  We quickly made it up past the rock and over the next few crevasses, putting us right below the bergschrund.

Having been skunked here a couple of times before, I was keen on finding a way bast the berg.  We went high, just beneath it, to see if there was a snow bridge, but found nothing, so we dropped down along it and then hit the ridge line.  Thankfully, there was good snow to the left of the rock and we were able to wade our way skyward, gaining the final ridge.

Conditions were perfect to head up the ridge--what looked to have been pretty icy earlier in the season had softened enough to punch light steps in.  We put crampons on here and continued up the ridge, taking a few quick breaks, and gaining the summit by 10:05am.

We had the place to ourselves for a whole half-hour and took a few glory shots with the American Flag up there.  It seemed that the early crew on the South side had already left and the later crew hadn't yet made it.  We could see them like ants, coming up the Hogsback.  It was a great reminder of how awesome it was to have the North Face all to ourselves for the entire day.

The descent was fast.  We kept crampons on until the Snow Dome and then glissaded all the way down to Eliot Glacier, quickly crossed, got back on the moraine, and headed to Cloud Cap by 1:15pm.  We hydrated and dried our gear a bit on the porch for a half-hour.  The desire to take a nap was strong, but we motivated to put our running shoes back on and get down.

We were pretty smoked by that point and finished the final hike out a bit slowly, getting to Gus (James' Tacoma) just before 3pm.

Summit with an especially photogenic American flag

The Tooth

Bret on the last moves

Thanks for getting all independent back in the day, America.  You afforded me the opportunity to have Wednesday off from work and get up The Tooth in perfect spring conditions with great friends.

We arrived at the Alpental parking lot early enough to hurt a bit, but just late enough to see 3 or 4 parties leave just ahead of us.  Balls.  The approach was still a bit snowy all the way to Source Lake and completely snow-covered from there up to Pineapple Pass.  We had a great time making it up some of the steep snow without having to put on crampons or use ice axes.  Jake and I picked up some sticks to self-arrest with, just in case.  It was pretty comical.

After waiting for all of the parties ahead of us to start up the route, we began the 4-ish pitches of barely rope-worthy climbing.  Despite the easy grade, the moves were pretty fun, the position was great, and the views were excellent.  We summited, took some pictures, rapped the route, busted back to the car, and made it back to Seattle in plenty of time for some grilling and fireworks.  Go 'Merica.

High Sierra

Dale had the foresight to lock up permits for a trip we dubbed \"Occupy Iceberg\" way back near the beginning of the year.  Our plan was to bring a big group of friends up to Iceberg Lake just below Mount Whitney and crush alpine routes every day, having a grand old time every night.  I picked up some tickets well in advance and planned to head down for the festivities.

Dale called before the trip to mention that a monsoon weather system had parked itself over the Sierra and that things weren't looking good.  We decided to try and make lemonade from the lemons, so I jumped on the flight regardless.  SEA to LAX was no big deal.  LAX to Mammoth Lakes was another story--we circled the airport, trying to land for a while, and eventually had to return to LA.  Bummer.  Luckily, I found two other guys who wanted to rent a car together and we made the 6-hour drive together into the wee hours of the night, meeting Dale at the airport near 1:30am.

Mendenhall Couloir on Laurel Mountain

Photo by Dale Apgar

Dale wisely parked us at the Convict Lake trailhead where we awakened the next morning ready to head up the Mendenhall Couloir on Laurel Mountain.  It was a great, low 5th class scramble up about 4,000 vert to a summit with some great views.  Solid.  Beer and happy hour ensued.

Waiting for better weather up high, day two hit up Cardinal Pinnacle, a picturesque crag not too far from Mammoth.  We hit some classic multi-pitch routes there and had some fun throwing ourselves at V8 Crack--a classic, fun 5.10d.  More beers, hot tub crashing, and general merriment followed, along with a decision that we'd give it a try up at Whitney the next day.

We provisioned, geared up, and busted down to the Whitney Portal where we packed up our 4 days worth of gear and started the hike pretty well loaded down.  Despite the weight, we made it to Iceberg Lake in about 3.5 hours, sweat-soaked, but smiling since we'd beaten the sunset.  And we were glad that we did.  The sky turned from blue to orange, to red, to purple, all contrasted against the skyline of Keeler Needle and Mount Whitney.  Not too shabby.  It was worth a sip or two of scotch (Vitamin G--Glenfiddich, to be exact).

Star Trekkin, Whitney's East Face, and Mithral Dihedral

Our climbing from camp at Iceberg spanned three days.  We hit Russell's Star Trekkin' on Day 1, Whitney's East Face and East Buttress on Day 2, and the Mithral Dihedral on Day 3.  Weather on our first day was a bit chilly, but otherwise calm.  The other two days were not quite so nice.  Our East Face endeavor was completely fine and there was little indication from the summit that weather was rolling in, but by the time we had descended the Mountaineer's Route and were half-way up the East Buttress, things turned ugly.  Some sleet and rain started coming down and thunder was booming.  I saw some flashes and heard booms closer together than I'd like.  We waited it out briefly and then finished up in slightly damp conditions.  Our last day was more of the same--a perfect morning followed by nasty electrical storms right around summit time.  We started hearing our gear buzzing as we packed up on the summit of Russell, after climbing Mithral, and immediately started booking it for the 4th class descent gully.  It was a little touch-and-go, but the storm moved over pretty quickly and we hunkered down behind a boulder near the Whitney Russell Col until things cleared up.  Whew.

Despite the crazy weather, we had a blast on the routes.  Everything lived up to the hype, especially Mithral.  I put a few leads in and we did a fair amount of simuling and soloing on the really easy terrain to keep things quick.

With the weather likely to deteriorate further, we canned our last night and hiked out after climbing Mithral, reaching the Portal and our chilled beers after about 2.5 hours of cruising down.  We lucked out in a big way and knew it.  Sleeping in the next morning after eating baby-sized burritos in Bishop was a beautiful thing.  I could get used to this yearly pilgrimage to the Sierra.  Thanks, Dale.