June 8, 2013 - Baker North Ridge

Our overall route up the Glacier Creek Rd and up the summer trail

Our climbing route across the Coleman Glacier, up the North Ridge and back down the Coleman-Deming route

The north ridge of Baker had been on my list for a while as a moderate ice climbing route on a big volcano. I was excited enough about the route to not blink an eye at the 7 mile, 2500' gain bike approach to the trailhead over the now closed Glacier Creek Rd. Actually the closure probably made our climb more enjoyable by keeping the masses off the Coleman-Deming route.

On Saturday we took off from town with all our gear packed up in panniers and bikes strapped to the roof of the Subaru. After turning off onto Glacier Creek Rd we drove the 2 miles to the road closure and then started the process of attaching all those heavy bags to the back of our rides.

All geared up ready for the bike approach

The road was certainly more steep than I remember from driving it, but my 39x27 was enough to get me all the way to the trailhead. I certainly cut my fair share of switchbacks up the steep sections of pavement, but the road is in great condition given some of the other forest service roads out there. We were crawling along, though, as the 7 miles of road took about 2 hours to cover.

Resorting gear for the approach to camp

The hike into camp went fairly smoothly and we found ourselves with much of the afternoon to relax, enjoy the "mostly sunny" weather that was rolling in and out, and practice some crevasse rescue. As the light slowly faded, we all passed out with an early morning wake up in order.

Camp at 6200'

Slopes above camp

Bryan enjoying the views from camp, which were great when the clouds actually opened up

Clouds billowed in and out throughout the evening, only clearing overnight.

Bryan and Garrett passed out well before sunset, but owing to the fact that I brought up a tripod, I didn't have that luxury. I set up my bivy, dialed up a little fire in my buddy burner, and hung out and watched the light show. The sea of clouds provided some excellent sunset conditions, but the clouds rolled in thick once it got dark. I got a little bit of shut-eye, but was awoken by the sensation of clear sky above, and indeed a few hours into the night it had cleared up and the stars were out in full force. I did my best to setup a composition including the BD tent Bryan and Garrett were in, and fell back asleep to the sound of shutter clicks.


Sunset clouds and Koma Kulshan stars from Erik Turner on Vimeo.


We got up and moving by 5:30, behind a group of two going up the Coleman and a group of 4 going up towards North ridge. The group of four started out as small dots, but as we worked our way through the crevasses of the glacier and up towards the ramp taking us up to the ridge, we found ourselves right behind them. A bit of jockeying took place, and they picked up their pace just enough to get to the ice pitches before us, so we made an anchor of sorts and hung out for about an hour as they started up the first pitch.

Early morning light on the glacier

Refrozen wet slides - probably from the Memorial Day storm cycle

Four dots ahead starting up the ramp

Large crevasse, thankfully well bridged

Looking up at the ice pitches left skyline is "left option" whereas climbing up near the rocks in the center of frame is the "right option"

Checking out the view to the north from the ridge

We made a short pitch out of getting into position behind the first group, and waited as long as our patience would allow. Finally Bryan went up hoping to find a line next to theirs and get us moving again. After pulling over the lip, though, it was clear the most straightforward path lead right up through the group, and we had to wait behind as they all finished up and gained the hard snow pitches above the ice.

Bryan setting up the first anchor after trying to climb around the group in front of us

Garrett pulling the crux of the second pitch

Several pitches of hard snow ended when we got tired of moving at "pitch it out" speed

The final difficulties involved weaving through this serac garden, and then stepping across a few cracks to gain the final snow slope. The seracs were even more beautiful around the corner, but I felt that lingering for too long was a bit risky...

Sketchy snowbridge high up on the ridge

Alpenglow was gorgeous, but it was getting a bit late to still be on the glacier...

Beautiful sunset on the Coleman glacier

With all the delays on the ice pitches, and our slow progress on the snow slopes above, we found ourselves on the summit at around 6:30. The only other time I had descended the Coleman-Deming was on skis, so the long flat stretches on the lower glacier seemed to last forever as we postholed along. After a while the top surface of the snow started to freeze over and postholing in soft snow yielded to postholing through breakable crust. We finally got down to camp, packed up and hustled out the summer trail with headlamps. The bike ride downhill wasn't as sketchy as I had feared - only the first gravel patch caught me by surprised and caused me to crash. My former bike handling skills came in handy as I dispatched the fall with a somersault and was off again down the dark road.

May 25, 2013 - Burgundy Traverse

Memorial day 2013 had long been planned as a time to try the Isolation traverse with Skye and Greg, who flew in from sunny San Diego. Skoog's sentiment that you can plan where you want to ski or when you want to ski, but not both proved true enough, as the weather forecasts consistently showed rainy weather, and even NWAC weighed in at the end of May due to new snowfall up high. As the isobars aligned themselves against a foray into the high alpine, we plotted our recreational weekend through the murky WA spring weather.

Movie shows a SilverStar Mtn heavy overview of the weekend:


Burgundy Traverse from Erik Turner on Vimeo.


Instead of a full on traverse we opted for rock climbing down low punctuated by ski day trips when the weather might cooperate. So it was that we headed off to Leavenworth on Friday after a half day of work ready to dial in our 3 man multi-pitch rock climbing system for a hopeful assault on something on WA Pass if the weather allowed. Catapult to Canary offered up 6 total pitches of excellent climbing and a kicked the weekend off in the right direction. We used 50m half ropes, with the leader tied into both, and the followers each on one rope. This seemed like a great idea until I fell a few times at the crux pullover on the top of Canary... everything worked fine - thin ropes with a autoblock ATC guide belay... but it felt a little odd to see that little rope drag along the rock edge above me! But before we got up to Canary, I led up a wet and awkward 5.6 chimney.... and I'm glad I did, as this allowed Greg to lead the money 5.8 crack pitch above. He cruised it, and Skye and I did our best to hurry up to the belay. A little mixup ensued here as we swapped ropes around for Skye to lead on. Worst of it was myself unclipping from the only rope that was holding me to the anchor for a brief moment - very stupid. I think our system worked well with everyone tieing in with lockers on fig-8s on bites to allow for quick changes (all 3 of us wanted to lead). The key seemed to be, like always, put all your personal connections to anchor below everything and flake the two ropes out on each side.

 Here's how we eventually settled into our pace:

• Leader leads up on twin 50s. Belays off anchor with ATC guide to allow two simul followers.
• First follower climbs up and cleans (leaving minimal directionals as needed). Once at belay takes all unused gear. The rope they are attached to is already flaked correctly. 
• Second follower comes up and attaches in with PA or runner. Then hands their tie in to the new leader, and takes a tie in from the old leader. Now all ropes are flaked correctly. The trick is to change the tie ins without further entangling anything. 
• Next leader is ready to climb on. 




Skye cruised the last pitch on Catapult, and we walked around to Canary. We again handed the sharp end to Greg for the money first pitch, as Skye and I have both previously lead it. Appreciative of the top rope on the runout textured start, I cruised up to the top, where I became a bit pumped when feet run out and you need to just heave it over the lip. My third heave allowed me to shimmy my way onto the ledge and begin to collect my nerves for the next pitch.... and particularly the step across. Once good hands are found, I stepped out into the void above the entirety of the last pitch... probably about 90' of air below your feet.... and a seemingly awkward fall, as the bolted belay is way off to the right, and you'd fall down and have to reclimb the muscly moves at the top of the crack pitch. It looks and feels exposed, but the climbing was easy. Not easy enough to just pull through, though, as I placed a #1 in the horizontal crack before pulling the remaining half move necessary to reach the bolt on the arete. From here the pitch was a maze of climbing up textured rock with more horizontal cracks. It was a bit confusing to me to be both looking for the next bolt or pin to guide you, but also seeking out places to place gear. Thinking I didn't want to get so high as to not be able to hear Skye or Greg as they did the step around (and risk pulling up slack and pulling them out a bit when they are over the void) I built an anchor in a small ledge overlooking the Tumwater and Skye and Greg both stepped out and followed up. Again Skye led the top out pitch as we came out on top of Castle Rock, took a few pictures of the now waning light, and headed down the approach trail down to the car. 


Since we weren't doing a traverse, or at least a ski traverse, we decided getting food in town instead of cooking that night was warranted, so we did the traditional Leavenworth thing and got some veggie brawts in town. Finding camping now was a bit complicated by nightfall and the holiday weekend. We found our favorite spots along Icicle canyon taken, and drove further and further out until we finally Subaru schwacked down a lightly used grassy road and collapsed just behind the rocks that barred further progress. Instead of the soothing gurgling of a stream, we listened to unseen neighbors camping elsewhere in the woods. 


Saturday. Classic flow day. 
We woke and climbed a few cracks at Eightmile rock before taking off for Twisp and the dry forecast for Methow valley. Classic crack lived up to its name, and I enjoyed the jamming immensely...It was the first time I really torqued my hand over in a crack and pulled down on it with full body weight. Exciting. The drive to the Methow took most of the afternoon, and we arrived just in time to eat at the Cinnamon Twisp before driving up the Chewuch River Rd East and finding a money spot along the creek. Some timelapses, beer, campfire, ICE, and we were off to sleep. The weather was looking good, and forecast to be decent the next day, so we opted to try and ski Silver Star, in keeping with the tradition of doing only things Skye had done previously.





Blue sky starting to poke through - time to head up into the mountains!



Sunday. Up into the alpine!
The alarm went off but I swore it must have been late - it was light out and birds were chirping... no, it's just June in the PNW, when the sun rises at 4:30AM, seemingly. We shoved in food, hastily stuffed our sleeping gear together and into the car, and off we drove up the road to Silver star creek. As we pulled in there was a bus with a trailer in the trail head - sweet! someone else thought this was a good idea too, and they travel in style! We walked up the heavily forested approach where we all learned and relearned exactly what size gap between trees you could shoot through with ski boots sticking off the sides of your pack.





Silver Star Creek and Greg finding some trail



A few miles and several thousand feet up we finally broke out onto a boulder field and saw the dreary gray clouds up above - not promising! But at least it wasn't raining. As we climbed further up in and out of the progressively thinner and shorter forest, we were passed by some fast moving Bellingham skiiers coming up behind us. The next few hours of routefinding in the gradually more alpine terrain was eased greatly by following their tracks, around left of the steep forested cliffband instead of right through the ramps of the main drainage. While the right hand variation looked good when snow was deeper, I think we choose wisely to follow to the left. We skinned up a finger of snow  and eventually below a waterfall before traversing over to the broad benches below the slopes leading up to the summit col. It began to snow and visibility dropped as we skinned up the steepening left gulley.





Greg gaining the bench






views up toward Vasiliki ridge



Our skintrack winding through the high alpine environment... just before the steep gully



Many larches were out - looking forward to looking down on them from the top of a tower in the fall!

After gaining the large bench above the gulley all 5 of us hung out for a while and threw down some food and water while we waited for the visibility to improve. It didn't, so Skye plodded on upward anyway, seeking out the col, while I followed, skinning along and checking the GPS to ensure we didn't walk up to the col and a possible cornice.



poor visibility for the upper part of our climb




Skye leading the way up into the mist




First winter ascent in May.




Some final steps up to the summit




off-width...... arm bar, chicken wing..... ski boot!

Turns out the col was very mellow and we popped out, ditched skis and then transported ourselves back to January to wallow through ~ 1' of fresh powder to reach the summit block. A fun off width move led to a short traverse and Greg alone made the exposed move to throw him self saddle style upon the summit. I relished in the surroundings, and was satisfied enough with touching the summit rock. Back down at the notch below the offwidth we enjoyed some whiskey, remembered friends, and then walked down to our skis.



looking back down on the ski depot



Patagonia?



The skiing up high was excellent - wasn't quite face shots in May, but it was damn close! Low visibility meant we couldn't fully open up on the upper slopes, but soon enough we poked below the chilly cloud layer and were out into the open. Snow quickly became softer and sticker, eventually become saturated enough lower down that it again skiied fairly well.





Pounds abound for the skiing, not so much the slog out from here...






The views FINALLY open up right before we duck into the woods. Thank you for that moment, weather.



The good skiing was over too quickly, and soon after skiing the fall-line through the steep gully, we just traversed high along skiiers right and hugged the snowline all the way out to the waterfall, and down a few hundred more feet of slushy snow before sliding along through rock studded portions on the valley floor. Once we reached the woods we switched back over to booting and enjoyed the schwack through the forest before finding the trail and heading back out to the car.




Greg and Vasiliki ridge in the background




Just as we set our gear out and were enjoying some well earned beers, the rain started up again and we quickly shuffled our stuff back into the car and drive down to Mazama and to the Ballard campground along the river. Our car exploded with wet gear all over the rocks and picnic table and we enjoyed a roaring campfire late into the night. The weather didn't look great for being in the alpine the next day, so we decided some cragging above Mazama was in order.

Monday - Mazama, the WA Mecca
We enjoyed two stops at the famous general store on the way in and out of Mazama, with some rock climbing up on Sun Wall. Despite our climbing Sun King and willing the rainclouds away, after 3-4 climbs the skies opened up even down in Mazama, signaling that we needed to take off. A quick packup in the car and we were off on the scenic drive along SR20 back to Seattle.








Greg putting up the rope on Plexus on Sun Wall. The wall lived up to its name until it started raining.

March 30 2013 - Mt Thomson #1

Our route up Commonwealth, over Kendall Catwalk towards Thomson and out Gold Creek. A better exit sketched out going up Silver Creek and out to Commonwealth directly... next time!

Mt Thomson NE of Snoqualmie has been on the list ever since I saw pictures of it a few years ago. With a moderate 5.6 rating and amazing views into the depth of the Alpine Lakes Wilderness, it makes for an excellent climb.

Garrett and I hemmed and hawed for a while about the best approach for the climb, and finally landed on a single day push to move light and fast, unencumbered by overnight gear. We left the Commonwealth trailhead under wonderful weather at 5AM.

gearing up in the AM

The going was very easy in the tracked out path up Commonwealth, and for the first time we did not cross at the log bridge, but kept going up the south / east side of the creek up towards the NE corner of the drainage. Luckily a skin track was going just where we needed it all day long, not too uncommon in this area, but we didn't think we'd be so lucky! It was especially nice to have a flat platform skintrack on the switchbacks up towards the col shared by the PCT as it snakes past Kendall.

gorgeous moon setting

There are two snoqualmies. The moderate slopes facing the highway laced with lifts, and then there is the backside gnarliness. Snoqualmie seems to me a western town with a veneer of mellow slopes on the highway side and gnarly chutes just around the corner.

Once we topped out on the col - our timetable began to disintegrate. The next few hundred feet north along the ridge would not be easy going, and would have to be "quickly" pitched out. Drinking in the beautiful scenery as we set up an anchor was consolation for time flying by. I led across the snow traverse which was most sketchy at the beginning where only ~6" of slushy heavy snow clung to the slabs that perched above cliffs.

leading across the Kendall catwalk

One solid cam placement kept me happy, but as I edged away from it and my crampons continuously scraped, I was wanting for some firm foot placements. After setting myself up for a fall long enough to go over the cliffs below, the firm snow finally materialized and I quickly bootpacked it up to a tree to sling and bring Garrett up. Following cautiously, he came up and came past to finish our traverse from the catwalk after an intense effort of ski / tree anchor yoga to get the rope from my left to right side over my pack with skis on it. Those K2 Shuksans are designed to grab ropes, I swear.

Looking past the catwalk at some gnarly terrain

North Cascades or Snoqualmie Pass?

From here on we continued to follow the skintrack that led us quickly down to Ridge Lake. We met up with the guys who had set the skintrack - they had come up the evening before and camped at the col by the catwalk. They too had their sights set on Thomson but after a long slide / fall down the face traversing Alaska, they had retreated to the saddle and were thinking options to get out. Not wanting to bail on the climb before we had suffered further, Garrett and I pushed up the alternate entrance to Bumblebee basin - the col NE of Gravel Lake.

Looking up the face after picking our way back down

There was a good amount of small avalanche debris littering the face - likely from the late afternoon the day prior. As we traversed across and eventually booted up steep sections between small cliffbands, though, stability didn't seem like an issue. The southwest aspect of this face meant it would only really heat up in the late afternoon. At 12:30 once we had reached the top of the ridge we could see down into Bumblebee basin, and a bootpack route to the base of the climb. The hour was too late, however, and we decided to head back.

A tree near Ridge Lake provided much needed shade

backside of Red Mountain with a giant cornice on top

Rainier and some of our route from Kendall catwalk

snow shapes

Neither of us wanted to reverse the catwalk section after it had had more time to slush up and prepare itself for sliding. We had also both heard of horrible exits out Gold creek, but considering we hadn't ever gone up Silver creek before, Gold creek became the only reliable option.

Once again we found a skintrack to take us up out of Ridge Lake - thanks to the folks ahead of us!

Garrett topping out with some great scenery behind

We dropped back down to Ridge lake, cut across the ridge above Alaska Lake and skiied down for a few thousand feet in mellow treed east facing slopes that held decently good snow....bonus! In our excitement upon finding carvable conditions, we skiied a bit too directly down and found our selves in some more committing terrain than we had hoped for. After carefully picking our way through cliffbands and wet slide runouts, we finally crossed Silver creek and came to a stop near Gold Creek.... all we have to do now is follow the creek out, right?

Skiing wasn't bad!

Last turns. Looking up towards Silver creek basin... we continued down and out Gold Creek...

For miles and miles we followed the creek... crossing and recrossing when the conditions appeared better on the opposite side. Comical attempts to "read" the skintrack language of... "did they turn back and go that way" or "did they continue this way?" usually just wasted time. The best option seemed to be follow a track blindly until it turned around on you... then swear and follow it back to the junction and choose again.

...crossing the creek...

Hmmm which way?

...crossing the creek again...

Tree and Silver Peak. I was thankful to start seeing familiar terrain as the sun went down...

We eventually felt the valley starting to widen and cabins began appearing. Night had now mostly fallen as we skiied around a large lake, and then had to traverse right back over to the east side of the valley in order to catch the main road out. Hearing the loud rumble of tractor trailers was never so sweet, as we finally donned approach shoes and walked the road beside the buzzing traffic. We needed to get a further 2 exits down the highway, and that wasn't happening on foot this night. Luckily the WSDOT came through in the clutch and obliged the desperate request for a ride over to Summit West.

Booting time!

Just a stroll along I-90 left

Night photography while walking with a point and shoot.

Thankfully we eventually got a ride from Hyak to West

Many lessons were learned on this trip. Going in or out of Gold Creek will be avoided at all costs. During this time of year with rapidly changing snowpack, it may be unwise to try and day-trip a climb that features a prominent south slope bootpack to access the base. A camp in Bumblebee basin with an alpine start on the rock and an exit early enough to avoid south slope shenanigans seems to be the way to go. Or just waiting for summer.