Mooses Tooth's West Ridge |
Janelle and I were very excited to get back into the classic
climbing circuit for the fourth year in a row, after an amazing
winter overseas. We had spent 90 days in Europe, where Janelle competed in several countries with the
best ski mountaineering racers in the world, while I made videos of the experience. The videos can be scene here (episodes 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5).
In May we flew back to the States, and had 13 non-traveling days to pack and prep for our expeditions to Alaska. This was definitely not enough time, but we made it work. Most of the time I feel like a professional packer, always lugging around at least two fifty pound duffle bags and a way-to-heavy carryon. Life is so rough =)
In May we flew back to the States, and had 13 non-traveling days to pack and prep for our expeditions to Alaska. This was definitely not enough time, but we made it work. Most of the time I feel like a professional packer, always lugging around at least two fifty pound duffle bags and a way-to-heavy carryon. Life is so rough =)
The first climb on our calendar for the year was the West
Ridge of the Moose’s Tooth. This would be our second attempt. In 2010 we tried
to climb it but got turned around largely due to Alaska sized intimidation, and
horrible snow conditions.
This year we had a plan, and a bunch of experience to draw
on, to make the climb go as smoothly as possible. We flew into Anchorage where
our ever-faithful Anchorage hosts, Bob and Celia Lohr, picked us up from the
airport. The forecast was looking bad so we delayed for four days in Anchorage.
After the delay we stocked up at Costco, and made our way to the quaint
tourist town of Talkeetna, AK.
walking up the Ruth Glacier....forever! |
Talkeetna Air Taxi is the best in the business, flying
hundreds of climbers all over the range every year. The added bonus is that they keep track of you while you climb. Having eyes in the sky is a true comfort. We got to fly
in with Paul Rodrick, the owner, which is always a treat. He landed us on the
Ruth Glacier and we were at the base of the West Ridge two hours later. It was
awesome.
Our base camp duffels were flown to a different location by a friend and fellow
mountain guide, Kurt Hicks, who was flying into the Root Canal campsite. That would
be the finish line after climbing the West Ridge. This very conveniently removed the need to cross through the dangerous icefall that connects the Ruth Gorge to
the Root Canal. We had traveled through this serac zone twice in 2010 and had no desire to repeat it.
The snow was deep as we made our way up to the high camp, which was slow going. The camp site, located at 7,800', is one of the most
beautiful in the range. The only neighbors in this neighborhood are Denali, Huntington, Dan Beard, and several other striking peaks. It had taken us about 8 hours to
travel from the landing strip to this camp.
the access couloir had perfect snow |
The next morning we woke up around 6:00AM and started
climbing around 7:30AM. The lower parts of the access couloirs were in great
condition. Firm pick and crampon placements allowed for quick movement. As we approached the ridge, the snow got deeper and softer. The hairs on the back of my neck started perking up as we traversed this 55-degree face. Thankfully everything stayed in place and it reached a notch in the ridge.
forboding-ness |
Reaching the notch, we got our first look at the foreboding
North Face. The entire upper half of the face was covered in huge snow
mushrooms that ran the entire length of each snow spine. Below that, the glacier
drops off a vertical wall for several thousand feet to the glacier below. Along
the skyline the West Ridge, our route, weaved up and down like the crooked
spine of a snow-breathing dragon. The cornices were both large and intimidating,
and we would have to navigate them for more than a mile. Taking photos of this
view was spectacular in an eerie sort of way. Probably similar to capturing a
beautiful photograph of a tidal wave, right before it hits you.
tough knowing where the cornice is overhung |
We dropped down from the ridge, picking our way along,
paying very close attention to where we were relative to both the rocks on our
right and the cornices on our left. As it turns out, our high point from our
2010 attempt was about 20 mins of climbing away from the West Summit. Attaining
this high point we had an even better view of the West Ridge route. The steep corniced
slopes coming out of Englishman’s Col were in perfect view. Perfectly scarey-knarly-intimidating-steep-snow
view.
climbing out of Englishman's Col, first mega crux |
“How in the world are we going to get up that?” I thought.
Janelle and I discussed possible options of how to best climb this 500 foot
section of terror. We down climbed and then rappelled into the notch where the
route Shaken Not Stirred meets the ridge. We knew there were an established rappel anchors down the entire route, making it a possible bail out option. Directly up from
that was this super scary face, creating a gigantic mental fork in the road. Do
we turn right, rapping down Shaken Not Stirred, to a comfortable base camp where
chips and salsa were waiting for us? Or do we stay the course and tackle this
daunting snow wall? I’d be lying if I said the pull to bail was non-existent. Blue pill red pill, which will it be? Janelle
kicked in a descent belay spot on the other side of the ridge and I started up
the pitch.
Peru or Alaska? More cornices, loose snow, walking over air |
It was slow going as I could not afford to fall. Every step
had to be spot on. Every tool placement had to be spot on. Janelle called up,
“half”, meaning I had gone 100’, and I placed a picket. Above me was and overhanging cornice. I had to excavate a trench and then climb through it. 180’ up,
with only one lame picket 80’ below me I cut out a ledge for a belay. This was
probably the worst belay anchor I’ve ever made. Totally not AMGA passable. The
snow is loose, I’m standing on a corniced snow pillow, 60-70 degree slope, with
buried ice tools in loose “snice” (snow ice combo). The only thing providing
significant holding power is the fact that I’m straddling the snow in a way
that provided some resistance to downward pull. I yelled down, “climb on….carefully!”
Janelle made it up to me with no falls, and took the lead
over the next roll. She made short work of it, fighting through the loose steep
snow. We swung leads again, and got into a rhythm of fighting through these
cornices. Creeping ever-so-carefully along this sleeping dragon’s spiny back,
trying very hard to not wake her.
Look back where we had traveled, Denali in background |
As we descended down to the final col, which is the top of
the uber classic “Ham and Eggs” route, we were able to let our guard down a bit
as the terrain mellowed. Walking past the top of Ham and Eggs there was another
slight mental tug to pull the eject cord, and rap the route. The tug to get to
the main summit was much stronger thankfully, and the weather was holding, so
we continued up the final ascent. This section of the route was more of the
same. Playing the game called, “where to walk so I don’t die” as we traversed
the backs of these cornices.
La Cumbre - The Summit |
We reached the summit 12 hours after leaving our high camp
on the Moose’s back. It was a spectacular evening in the Alaska Range. Windy yet
beautiful. The top of the Moose’s Tooth is actually a big cornice, so the true
elevation of the mountain likely changes on a weekly basis. Being an idiot, I
wanted to touch the very top. Janelle just shook her head as she belayed me up.
First walking, then using my ice tools in the cane position, then on my knees,
and for the last six feet on my belly as to distribute my weight as best as
possible. I picked my head up and could see unobstructed 360 degrees, the tippy top. In hind site that was
probably stupid to climb a big cornice like that, but whatever.
Rapping down Ham and Eggs- Root canal airstrip lower center of photo, fishhook shape |
Many many rappels later, around midnight thirty, we walked
into the Root Canal campsite. Our buddy, Kurt Hicks, had heard us coming down
and put out our base camp duffle, a thermos of hot water, and a bottle of
whisky. I read his accompanying handwritten note by the dim Alaska midnight light, “Way to
crush Smileys! See you in the morning.”
Root canal camp, with entire West Ridge in view. |
The video we made of this climb will be released Sept. 2, 2013. And can be seen on the main website: www.smileysproject.com
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