May 29th, 2005
Fletcher Mountain is one of Colorado highest 100 peaks rising to 13,951 feet. Since it doesn’t break the magical elevation of 14,000 feet, you might have the mountain to yourself. Fletcher Mountain hides behind its much more famous and frequently visited neighbor Quandary Peak. Fletcher Mountain can be approached from a variety of routes from either the west or the east side. For our hike we chose the southeast ridge from the Blue Lakes Trailhead.
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Fletcher Mountain
5/29/05
Fletcher Mountain is one of Colorado highest 100 peaks rising to 13,951 feet. Since it doesn’t break the magical elevation of 14,000 feet, you might have the mountain to yourself. Fletcher Mountain hides behind its much more famous and frequently visited neighbor Quandary Peak. Fletcher Mountain can be approached from a variety of routes from either the west or the east side. For our hike we chose the southeast ridge from the Blue Lakes Trailhead.
Springtime has arrived in the Rockies. This is one of the best times to get up into the high country. The ice in the alpine lakes is breaking up, the babbling brooks in the morning become raging torrents in the afternoon as the sun melts the snowpack. The marmots have wakened from their winter slumber and their newborn offspring can be seen scampering about the rocks. The usually well-disguised ptarmigans are a mix of their white winter coat and their summer brown, now cruelly standing out like a sore thumb. The high country tundra is showing signs of color again and the alpine wildflowers are beginning to bloom. Hiking during this time of year is being witness to the awakening of the high country wonderland from a long, snowy sleep.
With the weather forecasts looking less than stellar, we decided on a short, quick hike to be out of harms way when the thunderstorms would likely be rolling through. Fletcher Mountain met the criteria and since it is relatively close to Boulder, we arrived at the Blue Lakes Trailhead just before 8 a.m. A few lingering snowdrifts prevented us from making it completely to the trailhead but only stopped us short by about a .25 mile. We started hiking up the road to the dam at upper Blue Lake just after 8 a.m. Just 10 minutes into the hike we were treated to watching a couple young mountain goats gracefully run up a ridge toward Quandary Peak.
We briefly traversed around the north end of upper Blue Lake before climbing some snowfields north to the valley west of Quandary Peak. So far it was turning out to be a beautiful day in the high country. We almost didn’t leave Boulder because of the forecasts. We found the old mining trail that led us the rest of the way to the valley.
Roach refers to this hanging valley as idyllic and it does have a certain charm to it. The views are astounding with Quandary Peak on our east and Fletcher Mountain’s summit pyramid just barely visible to the north. As we proceeded up the valley we could see marmots scampering about and hear the occasional cry of a pika, it is nice to have life in the high country again.
The trail leveled out for a very short time before disappearing for good under the lingering high country snowfields. We came to a steep snow slope that we decided to traverse around on the left side, taking advantage of some rocks breaking through the snow. We were almost to the top of the snow slope as I was trying to transition from a steep snow slope to rock. The snow around rocks can be problematic as the rock retains heat from the sun and then melts the underlying snow. I tested the last step on snow before the rocks and it held my weight. As I tried to step up onto the rocks my leg broke through the snow and spun me around. I begin sliding backwards down the steep snow slope towards some rock outcroppings about 40 feet below me. Hurry spin yourself around. Ok good, now slow down before you hit the rocks, hurry. I dug my heels into the snow, but it was already soft and not having much effect. I pushed up with my hands to raise my body off the snow to put more pressure on my heels and between my feet and hands dragging in the snow, I came to a stop. Wow, that got the adrenaline flowing!!
With a renewed vigor I re-ascended the snow slope and shortly thereafter we came to some tiny lakes around 13,000 feet. The lake ice was breaking up and a few curious birds hopped from ice chunk to ice chunk. The steep slopes to the west had some evidence of avalanches so we made sure to keep our distance.
From the lake we had one more snow slopes to climb before gaining the ridge at 13,240 feet below Fletcher Mountain. The clouds at this point were looking a little grey and didn’t give us much hope for trying to climb Drift Peak as well. We decided to hurry up to the ridge to get a better view of the weather and make a decision on Fletcher from there.
From the ridge we could see that the weather would hold for a while longer, so we decided a stash and dash was in order. We grabbed our raincoats, dropped our packs and made a dash for the summit. It is amazing what a difference dropping 30 lbs. makes and we were flying up the slopes.
There were some recent steps kicked into the snow that help us make tremendous time. We gained Fletcher’s southeast ridge and the views off the north side were impressive. We had to be careful on a steep snow slope just below the summit that dropped sharply to the south.
We topped out at 10:15 a.m. taking us just over 2 hours for the ascent. We dashed up the final 500 feet in about 10 minutes. Amy signed us into the summit register as I took some summit photos. We spent about 3 minutes on the summit since the weather seemed to be deteriorating and we wanted to get down quickly. Shortly down the summit ridge we passed the first person we saw since the trailhead, a lone gentlemen on skis. It was a quick glissade back to the saddle where we grabbed our packs and dashed to the next snow slope. Another quick glissade had us back to the lakes at 13,000 feet.
No storms had materialized yet so we continued down the valley at a little more casual pace. We had one more awesome glissade that dropped us down a couple hundred vertical feet in 30 seconds and just like that, we were back to the valley. Shortly down from the bottom of our last glissade I was trying to take some photos of our descent when the snow I was standing on broke away and I plunged into some icy water that was hidden under the snow. Wow, that’s a little cold on the feet. Even worse I got snow in my camera lens housing. I blew out all the snow but could see that the lens was all fogged up on the inside. I hoped that it would be fine once it dried out.
On the ascent from Blue Lake we noticed a snow-filled gully that ran almost completely down to the lake from the valley. We decided to use this gully on the descent and arrived back at the lake at 11 a.m. We dropped over 2,000 feet from the summit down to the lake in just 45 minutes. We even beat the guy on skis down to the lake, he arrived 5 minutes after us. From the lake it was a casual stroll along the northern side back to the dam and then down the road to the car where we arrived at 11:30 a.m.
Despite a few mishaps, it was a wonderful day in the high country. We were pleasantly surprised with the solitude and adventure we had on Fletcher Mountain. Spring is definitely in the air and the high country is showing signs of life again. Ahhh springtime in the Rockies, the high country as well as my spirit has been reborn.