Attempting a Dream

May 21, 2013 | Posted in Mountaineering, Splitboarding | By

When I moved to Seattle, well to be frank Mt Rainier was nothing more than a mountain. Surely impressive, but mountains were yet to captivate my imagination.  It was merely an impressive and iconic backdrop to the city I lived in. Over the years, climbing Mt Rainier became a fantasy. It was a place for mountain climbers that I romanticized with a childlike fascination. To stand on top of that mountain, so close to Seattle, seemed so impossibly far away.  Three years ago, had you invited me to climb Rainier, my imagination would have inevitably wandered to the fantasy of standing on the top, but reality would have set in and my response would have been something along the lines of, “Are you crazy?”

It is funny how perception can change over time. It started with snowboarding. I stopped sleeping in the car and starting staring out the windows. “Look at the line on that mountain! I bet that would be fun!” Dreams. At the time, I was confined to chairlifts. But as my eyes widened, I began to appreciate the mountains. When I started backpacking, I stopped simply looking at the mountains with wide eyes and started exploring their vast riches. Alpine lakes, waterfalls, and beaten trails marked the true beginning of my shift in perception.

My fascination with mountains grew the more time I began to spend in them. I came back from Montana completely absorbed in the snow-capped rugged peaks of the Cascades. Armed with new tools, knowledge, and a driving passion, I began looking at the mountains renewed. The lines I have stared at dozens, possibly hundreds of times, are no longer unobtainable fantasies, but plausible excursions. No longer do I simply look at a line and think “Man, wouldn’t that be awesome.” Instead, I think to myself, “That would be awesome, how accessible is it? Could I get there in a day? Who could I get to go with me?”

When I first started snowboarding in the backcountry, Rainier was still a fantasy. While my world was beginning to open up, it took nearly a year (and some incredible adventures) before I realized that Rainier was no longer a dream, but a goal. Once I made that shift, staring at Rainier from the city became insufferable. That mountain was sitting there, taunting me in all of its iconic majesty.

I started hearing of other people climbing it. I was even invited once or twice and had tentatively agreed to go with someone. But for one reason or another, I never made it. I kept saying that I would go for it during the next nice weather window.

Weeks began to slip by, and that wouldn’t be so concerning if I weren’t leaving for the summer. I began to realize that I was quickly running out of time if I were going to try to climb Rainier.

When my buddy Stu texted me, to see if I was interested, I was in the middle of hiking Mt Si with my dad. This was Monday. He wanted to go on Wednesday. I had work and was already exhausted. By all means, I had plenty of excuses for why I shouldn’t climb Rainier.

I thought about it for the rest of the afternoon. I was laying in my back yard, napping after the weekend excursions with my dad and I realized that I needed to go with Stu. I needed to work and I needed to rest as well. But I had an overwhelming desire to fulfill that goal – to climb Mt Rainier and snowboard off of the summit. I knew that if I didn’t try, I would sit at work staring about the mountain, daydreaming about being up there with my friends. Work and rest would have to wait.

We were ill prepared for the trip. None of us had much (if any) glacier travel experience and we had hastily thrown together an amalgamation of gear that we deemed sufficient to summit. Stu had summited once a few years ago with a guide, but apart from some vague recollections, he didn’t have much memories of the trip. At least not that would be beneficial for us while climbing. We were predicted to have sunny and warm weather for the next few days and coupled with our excitement, our concerns dissipated.

We laid out all of our gear in the paradise parking lot, taking up most of a parking space. We weren’t exactly traveling light. The crew was Stu, Eric, Laura, and myself; apart from me, it was a crew of Mt Baker instructors, all killing time between the end of the season and the start of their respective summer plans.  Though only Stu, Eric, and I planned on summiting, we were carrying three days of gear and supplies for the four of us. The heavy pack and the warm weather made for an interesting day getting to Camp Muir.

Though we’d gotten an early start, it was dusk by the time we started setting up camp and we all decided that we should take a day to chill before attempting to summit.

The following morning, we took our time getting out of our tents, waiting for the morning sun to warm everything up before we decided to crawl out of our tents. After a drawn out breakfast of oatmeal with trailmix (a bit too heavy on the peanut MnM’s) we opted to take a lap down to the top of the Chute that drops in to the Nisqually.

The corn snow was fantastic and only a little slushy near the bottom.

On the hike up we ran into a couple of Eric’s friends from Seattle. The 6 of us chilled in the snow for a while, eating lunch and throwing snowballs at a ski pole. Ah, the joys of being easily entertained!

Our down day went by fast and made for an enjoyable way to spend a day relaxing in the sun and preparing to make the push for the summit.

After talking with the rangers and other climbers coming off of the mountain, we were growing increasingly weary of the conditions on the two routes we could take. The Ingraham direct route was well marked and, before the sun hit it, the snow bridges were holding well. However, as soon as the sun hit, the bridges were getting soft and icefall from the seracs was a huge problem. Basically, not somewhere you want to be after about 7:30 am. The other route, up Disappointment Cleaver, had it’s own issues. The unusually warm weather created an isothermal snowpack not conducive to climbing or riding. Not to mention, there was a sharp cliff at the bottom of the route, so it was unstable snow with high exposure. Oh, then there was the rock fall hazard during the day.

We stayed optimistic. Ultimately opting for an early, 2 am start, with the hopes of climbing Ingraham Direct and riding down the DC before it warmed up too much.

At 2 am, you are moving slow. I thought we were making good time, but with firm snow and an earlier-than-anticipated transition to crampons, by the time we made it to the toe of the Ingraham and roped up, the sun was starting to peak over the horizon.

We met up with another group of skiers on their way down, who were in a similar situation to us. They had started around midnight, giving us some good beta on the routes. Ultimately they bailed for reasons that would soon become apparent.

We got to the entrance to the Ingraham Direct route. It peeled off from the skin track and headed ominously straight up into the seracs. While we had heard the route was in good shape, I think we all agreed that our inexperience with glacier travel made skipping that option a no brainer. We continued on to the DC. At the base of the route, the snow was crummy. While we could have continued on, we were all now thinking about the ride down. It just didn’t seem worth subjecting ourselves to so much risk. This would be as far as we would make it.

While we were all a little bit defeated, we were not upset. As much as I wanted to reach the summit of Mt rainier, once a mere fantasy, we tried and we came close. I hadn’t fulfilled my goal of reaching the summit, but I put a large dent in achieving that goal. There will be other attempts and the knowledge I gained just from trying, will help me in the future.

When we turned back, it was still early. We made our way to a safe zone and stopped to rest. We’d been awake since 1 am and all that was left to do at this point was enjoy the sunrise and wait for the snow to soften a bit.

Eventually, we got impatient and made our way back to Camp Muir on firm snow. The ride back wasn’t exactly pleasant. Hard snow and disappointment are not exactly ideal conditions.  After breaking camp, we threw our still-heavy packs on our backs and enjoyed some fabulous corn turns back to the car.

At the parking lot, we stripped our packs (an most of our clothes, did I mention it was hot?) and enjoyed the few cold beers that remained from our hidden stashes. (We presume one was found, I hope someone enjoyed those cold beers!) Driving off of the mountain I had mixed feelings. Sure I was disappointed that we didn’t reach the summit. But we gave it our best shot and it was factors outside of our control that ultimately led to us not making it. Could we have pushed it and made it to the top? Probably, but there was something satisfying about being able to make the tough decision to turn around. That was rewarding in itself.

Also, I now have some rad calf-burns. Pro-tip, if you roll up your pants, if only for a few minutes, apply sunscreen liberally. Snow-burns are quite pronounced and happen quicker than you think. Then again, who doesn’t enjoy funky tan lines?

Read More →

Sometimes Everyone Just Needs a Good Laugh

February 4, 2013 | Posted in Uncategorized | By

My crazy adventures tend to manifest themselves during busy weeks at work. I will start the week refreshed and ready to go. As the work builds, my mind starts to wander. By Tuesday, I often find myself looking at the forecast and perusing recent trip reports. Wednesday, as the forecast for the weekend becomes more clear, I start to narrow down possible trips and start to hash out a few of the details. Thursday, I find myself doing a lot more of the same. On Friday, I inevitably end up scrambling through work, trying to get as much done as humanly possible, so that I can sneak away for the weekend without getting behind.
Actually, that is a good week for me. Many times I have zero plans for the weekend and resort to hastily throwing something together Friday evening over beer. Planning ahead isn’t one of my strong suits. All that is certain, is that I will find someway to make the most of the weekend by getting outdoors.

This past week was particularly hectic at work. I had a couple of projects that – every turn I would take – was met with more unexpected challenges. I often have to stop and remind myself that these intellectually stimulating challenges are what I enjoy. In a sense, working through a difficult problem is much the same in the office as it is out in the backcountry.  The difference is in the reward – one being code compiling and running properly; the other an incredible view or deep untracked pow turns or, if I am really lucky, both.

The frustration began to set in early in the week. The challenges kept building and the reward was still a long ways off in the distance. I did what I do best; I procrastinated by planning for the weekend. Last week sucked, so the weekend adventure was going to be something big. Suddenly, a day trip just didn’t seem big enough. Thursday morning I’d figured it out. An overnight trip would surely help offset the frustrations of the long week.

The four of us, Wiktor, Enrique, Ben, and I met at the Nobel Fir to peruse maps and plan out our trip. I don’t know if it was the beer or everyone else having as rough of a week as me, but everyone was excited about our tentative plan. It was a bold plan nonetheless. We had to build an expedition sled, drag it in roughly 2.5 miles to where we would set up camp. Build a 4-person snow cave. Then, somehow find the time to tour an additional 16 miles in the surrounding mountains. 

Friday night, after surviving the week, we met at my house for sled construction. I should’ve known when Ben arrived with a pink sled that this weekend was heading down a very different path than any of us had anticipated. After laboring over the sled for an hour or two – running cord through our hand-drilled almost-evenly-spaced holes, installing wakeboard fins to keep the thing going straight (and to make it look more badass), and stickering the shit out of the thing – we had ourselves an expedition sled.

With our sights still set on a long weekend tour, we awoke at 4 am after a meager 2 hours of sleep. We were at Stevens Pass by the time I would normally wake up for a day of riding. The sun was just coming up as we loaded the sled and hit the trail.

We made great time with the sled. Well, great time considering we were carrying about 20 pounds of alcohol, a bundle of firewood, and a couple of tents just in case our snow caving endeavor were to fail. Oh and two dslrs to document the whole weekend. Everything was going smoothly until we tried to take a shortcut straight up one of the switchbacks. Erique decided to take a crash course in skiing down the bulletproof rain crust and the rest of us struggled to drag a sled full of beer and whiskey up a hill. We all eventually made it, but I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time. This was the first time over the weekend that I came dangerously close to pissing my pants.

By now, the sun was out and we were in t-shirts. The snow was terrible and though nobody said anything, we all knew our ambitious tour was turning into something else entirely. Soon thereafter we made it to a clearing where we began to set up basecamp. Step 1: dig cooler for beer. Step 2: Drink beer. The rest would sort itself out.

After nearly an hour of digging and drinking, we all took a break and voiced what we had all been thinking. The tour was off. It was a beautiful sunny day, we had a ton of alcohol, and frankly we all needed a little work on our suntans. The rest of the afternoon we took turns digging in the snow cave and digging out our fire pit, all while remaining appropriately hydrated.
Spirits were high and we spent a healthy amount of time messing around just laughing. I can’t really do justice to the fun we had, though the pictures hint at a small portion of the entertainment. 

We ended up digging an impressive snow cave with plenty of room for the four of us. It was a roaring success – so much so, we decided to mark off the rather than destroy it. We will be back. On that note, if you stumble across our cave (the tang staircase is a dead giveaway) and want to use it, you are more than welcome – just leave it better than you found it. I know I plan on leaving a case of beer inside in the future.

After a failed fire (yes, even with the firewood we dragged in we couldn’t keep a fire going), we retired to our cave along with our gallon flask of brandy and lemon iced tea. I don’t know what compelled us to bring a gallon of such an obscure concoction, but dammit it was delicious. We ended the evening with the game of “kill the flask”. Ambitious? Yes. Did we win? Of course.

With the snow still crummy and a fair bit of alcohol left, Sunday degraded quickly. We were all content hanging out at camp and enjoying the day. And enjoy the day we did. We all practiced our flipping techniques.

We invented a new sport that involves using an ice axe to fling snow blocks and slicing them out of the air with a parang.

We even tested the idea that a tree could be used as a catapult.

When that failed, we resulted to jumping from tree to tree, with mild success.

Once we shotgunned the last of our beer, we decided to break camp and retreat home.

The fun wasn’t over yet, as the ski out proved eventful. Not wanting to be defeated by the hill that had challenged us on the approach, we opted to not take the easy way around. Getting dragged downhill by a sled was entertaining for everyone.

With a mellow downhill road out, we opted to take off our skins and practice our skiing. It was definitely a good call. In spots the road was steeper than I had remembered and without edges or any lateral support, all we could do was keep our weight forward, stay in the track and pray for the best. We may have done zero snowboarding, but the ski out was a blast.

In the end, our bold plan inspired by a hectic and frustrating work week didn’t happen. It didn’t matter to any of us. Sometimes the best escape isn’t about going deeper into the mountains and setting ambitious goals – but being able to stop, relax, and laugh so hard you almost piss your pants.

It’s now Monday and I am ready to get back to work, though I suspect if you ask me tomorrow, I will already have some idea for next week’s adventure.

Read More →