Monday, February 28, 2011

Provo Peak Highway Line

I'm not sure why, but even before I started skiing, I wanted to ski Provo Peak. I can see it from my parent's deck and from just about anywhere in Utah County. I tried to get up there a few years ago and due to a storm/hazardous conditions, we bailed. Today, the weather looked perfect so we went exploring.

We started at the Slate Canyon trailhead, followed an excellent trail for a few thousand vertical, and then broke through the brush to the West Ridge of Provo Peak.

Adam skinning out of Slate Canyon with Buckley Peak in the background:

The views to north of Cascade, Timp, and Lone Peak were pretty spectacular:

JD trying to dial up some County babes...all he got were a couple dudes:

Cool rime everywhere:

Adam feeling happy to be arriving at the summit.

Only to find a bunch of crappy ice skiing from the top.

It got better though.

Until the exit when I buried a ski and ended up doing some sort of front flip, landing facing back up hill.

We were able to ski about 5,950 feet of the 6,000 foot descent, earning us a trip to The Italian Place, Taco Bell, and Macey's for ice cream. I love Utah County.

View of Provo Peak from just off I-15 in Pleasant Grove. Our descent is the obvious line on the NW face.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Great White Icicle Climb/Ski Descent

Yesterday was a fun day. Jared had his sights on a bigger line in the mountains but conditions weren't going to allow stuff like that. I'd figured as much, and had all night while at work to become fixated on the idea of "skiing" the GWI. I proposed the idea to Jared and he seemed pretty psyched as well.

That was until...

The road was closed so we walked up to the pump house. It opened just before we got there. I bet waiting would have been a wash.

Here are a bunch a pics and a narrative of the day.

Jared, about to get frisky:

At the top of the first pitch, I looked down and saw BG rallying through the forest to join us. It's always more fun with three. The climbing was a bit of a cluster with the deep snow and three man team. We roped up for the first pitch.

Getting started (photo by JI):

We all soloed the second.

Solo train up pitch two (photo by JI)

Deep snow...balls deep:

Jared led the bulge with his nano tech Camp crampons and did a fine job even though his feet skated all over the place. Maybe he's convinced that some proper vertical front point steel spikes are better?

(photo by BG):

Belaying, scared that Jared's aluminum crampons were going to break (photo by BG):

Bart followed while I climbed the left side because I was too cold to wait around (photo by JI).

From there, we all roped up to the top. The ice was thick and low angle sections had more snow than I've ever seen up there. Lucky too since we were going to try and ski as much as we could (photo by JI).

Below the last pitch:

BG near the top (photo by JI)

From the top, we rapped back to the uppermost snow field and donned our skinny skis. We each made a few cautious turns before clinging to the rope and rapping back over the bulge.

Jared, deciding not to air the huge bulge below:

BG, committing to the rope:

From there we skied belayed back down pitch two. Looking back, that wasn't necessary, but we were being pansies. At the bottom of pitch two, we finally put away the ropes for good. It was sweet powder skiing...for about 8 turns, before reverting back to side stepping our way around pitch one and skiing out the mini apron.

After the bulge (photo by JI):

Side slipping pitch two (photo by BG):

Best turns (all 6) of the year (photo by BG):

Jared in deep powder on the GWI:

Typical Samurai, straight lining the exit:

Not a lot of vertical and not a lot of skiing but a lot of fun.

Thanks to JI and BG for sharing pictures. I forgot my camera and just had my phone. Stupid.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Day 70: Where the HELL is Hellgate?

Wanted to have a quick day in the mountains with a bit of spice. AO thought the Hellgate Couloir would be a good idea and promised he knew how to find the entrance. He didn't. We ended up just above the big cliff pictured above. Maybe that is it? We had a couple 60 meter ropes but no nuts or pitons and still weren't sure so we went back up. After another false go that cliffed out, we made it down this ice fest.

See JD for more.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ouray Ice/Mixed

It snowed 40 inches in the Cottonwoods this we went out of state. Too much powder. And, too much skiing with that traverse last week. So, we made a quick trip to Quray, CO to check out the ice park. There are a ton of adventurous world class ice flows in the area, but the park is an artificial gym of ice. We wanted to get in some milage and practice at a grade that we'd be too (insert derogatory word) to lead.

Thus, we were top rope heros...

JD took a spin on a delicate pillar to start things off.

Then NB, who has more experience than all of us pulled a dinner plate onto his face and...

Ended up with three stitches in his nose.

JD getting gnarly

Rapping back down for more

JD dry tooling

Maybe the most fun part was our solo train to exit the canyon. We found an easy ice gully that brought us back to the sunlight. NB starting off.

Solo train

Of note, my TLT boots climb ice as well as normal mountaineering boots. Nice to know for future plans.

Vacation is over. Back to work.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Oquirrh Traverse In a Day (OTIAD)

Thursday night, brother JD and I were trying to figure out something exciting to do. The weather forecast came up surprisingly sunny for Friday. Having skied some powder that day, we realized the storm snow wasn't likely to cause much of a problem in the bastard cousins of the Wasatch across the valley.

It's strange how an idea formulates itself. I've been staring at the Oquirrhs for years. This year I thought about traversing the range. It's become an obsession.

The plan was to traverse the whole Oquirrh range, starting in Ophir, and tagging every summit from Lewiston (farthest south) to Kessler (farthest north), including all the sub peaks along the ridge until able to ski out the Black Rock Canyon down to I-80 and the Great Salt Lake. This would include at least 12 named peaks and numerous other undulations along the ridge. We figured the distance would be around 35 miles with a total vertical of...?

Up at 3:30 AM on Fri morning, we dropped a car at a view point of the Great Salt Lake around mile marker 101 on I-80. We then drove out to Ophir Canyon and began the familiar climb up to Lewiston Peak. Mostly in the dark, this went smoothly and about two hours later, one summit down, we moved over to Flat Top under grey, windy skies.

JD on the summit of Flat Top, Utah Valley in background.

From Flat Top looking north

On the ridge between Flat Top and Lowe Peak, the winds almost became unbearable. We both had every scrap of clothing we brought on and fully zipped. Questioning the weather, we pushed on, still able to retreat if needed. Unfortunately, JD failed to heed big brother's advice and only brought one set of skins. This proved unwise as his tail clip broke and he didn't have enough glue/stick to keep his skin intact over the next 30 miles. The solution proved to be using climbing tape to keep the tail in place. Transitions were speedy.

Looking back at Flat Top (Lewiston hidden)

Long way to go...

JD finding a strip of snow on the west aspect of the Lowe Peak. This typified the skiing of the day. NE faces looked much better but were wind loaded and often would lead to more difficult travel conditions or take us off route.

From Lowe, it was over a few more sub peaks to Kelsey Peak, named for the first woman to come to Utah. Beyond Kelsey, the ridge took us up to another prominent point where we were both knocked flat by wind gusts. I immediately hopped off the other side and transitioned, slightly sheltered from the wind. JD remained pinned by wind on the summit for a couple more minutes, clutching his skis, fearing being blown over the cornice.

Eventually, we made our way down the NE face and over the Butterfield Peaks. These small mountains lay on a more E/W ridge, which we traversed before dropping down to the top of Middle Canyon.

From one of the Butterfields looking south

At the pass, we stopped to melt snow and were bummed to find that my JetBoil stove wasn't functioning properly. It took near an hour to melt 3 liters. Impotent to change the situation, we waited in the cold.

I thought we were about a third to half of the way done. It was 2:00 PM and we'd been moving for 8 and 1/2 hours. On our feet again, we were stiff but quickly loosened up and found our way over West Mtn and Clipper Peak. It was at this point that the day took a 180 with clouds lifting and the winds calming. And, although the mountains became less impressive, the view was interesting.

JD on Clipper

The Sherpita waving at the mine workers

An old tram station? The traverse was full of odd decrepit structures.

Another shot of our destructive power

And one more because it was so mesmerizing

From here, we could see the rather low lying ridge that would take us to Farnsworth Peak. It looked intricate, riddled with shrubs and rock bands, but we could see a road on the other side which we could take up Farnsworth. We had about an hour of daylight left and chose to spend it melting snow, readying ourselves for a potentially long night.

Blurry pic of our dear friend the moon which allowed us to travel and ski for hours without headlamps.

We made it through to Farnsworth relatively unscathed. The ridge did not let up with a few more ups and downs leading to Kessler.

More structures

We took another hour to melt snow and then while heading up Kessler, my wife called wondering how much longer I'd be gone. I optimistically guessed 2 more hours. Hmmm. On Kessler, we traversed under the radio towers, skied it's North Ridge, and found ourselves looking up at one last peak. After midnight, out of water, and hungry, we pushed for the top...

Where we were startled to find ourselves staring at one last peak...

Heartbreaking but kind of funny.

After one AM, out of water, and hungry, we pushed for the top...

This time, the great black expanse of the Great Salt Lake opened before us with the dimly lit I-80 corridor running along its south shore. We ripped skins for the last time and picked our way through cliff bands and gullies until our skis began to moan from the shark fins lurking under the increasingly shallow snow pack. From there it was another few miles on foot, crossing dirt roads and rail road tracks before finally stumbling out onto I-80 and stopping the watch at 21 hours and 10 minutes.

A view of our amazing 3000 foot moonlit descent down Black Rock Canyon.

For those unfamiliar, this is the big north facing bowl just west of the smokestack on the end of the range. We ended up right at the eastbound off ramp at mile marker 102. Unfortunately, we parked our car at the viewing pullout around mile 101ish? Feet haggard, we pulled off our boots, stashed our gear, and walked barefoot along I-80 for a mile back to the car.

So, has the Oquirrh Traverse been done before? Probably. In a day (IAD = under 24 hrs as is common in rock climbing parlance)? Probably not. And, the line we established from the VERY southernmost peak to the shore of the Great Salt Lake on I-80 is, at least in my mind, proud. It was between 36 and 40 miles and gained 16,000 vertical. We were unsupported, and it was all onsight except the beginning up to Lewiston/Flat Top as we'd done that "approach" last week. This was a great tick for me and the first of a few big projects this year. We could have been faster for sure. A broken skin and malfunctioning stove killed hours. That leaves some room for the next guys though. You know who you are...