April 22nd, 2006
Aside from a few backcountry snowboarding trips over the winter where we barely broke treeline, I hadn’t been above 13,000 feet since finishing the 14ers last August. It was time to remedy that situation so I accompanied Greg and Laura on an outing with Mt. Spalding and Gray Wolf Mountain as the goal. Amy disappointedly couldn’t join us on the hike since she is recovering from an ankle injury. These peaks lie just north of Mt. Evans and are accessed via Guanella Pass. On paper, the route looks relatively mild, an eight mile loop with just a tick over 3,000 feet of vertical gain. Anybody that has spent a reasonable amount of time in the high country knows, things always look easier on paper.
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Mt. Spalding, Gray Wolf Mountain
4/23/06
Aside from a few backcountry snowboarding trips over the winter where we barely broke treeline, I hadn’t been above 13,000 feet since finishing the 14ers last August. It was time to remedy that situation so I accompanied Greg and Laura on an outing with Mt. Spalding and Gray Wolf Mountain as the goal. Amy disappointedly couldn’t join us on the hike since she is recovering from an ankle injury. These peaks lie just north of Mt. Evans and are accessed via Guanella Pass. On paper, the route looks relatively mild, an eight mile loop with just a tick over 3,000 feet of vertical gain. Anybody that has spent a reasonable amount of time in the high country knows, things always look easier on paper.
We departed from Guanella Pass at 9:00 a.m., the trailhead easily accessible in Greg’s Jeep Cherokee. Laura had to work for a couple hours earlier in the morning that accounted for our later than usual start. Crossing the familiar flat expanse below Mt. Bierstadt went quickly and we soon came to the point where we would depart Bierstadt’s standard route and make our own trail towards Mt. Spalding. The snow was nice and firm, our snowshoes remained on our packs. We had decided to ascend via “Gomer’s Gully” to make the route a little more interesting.
As we entered the cirque created by Mt. Bierstadt and the Sawtooth Ridge we were treated to some spectacular views. Mt. Bierstadt looks quite imposing from this vantage point, not the pile of uninteresting rubble it does from the trailhead. From the trailhead we could tell we wouldn’t need our snowshoes higher up so we decided this was a good place to stash them. We thought we would be able pick them up upon our return down the drainage between Mt. Spalding and Gray Wolf Mountain easily enough.
The morning was warm and glorious and we all had to remove some layers before beginning the steep grunt up “Gomer’s Gully.” Our nice, gentle warm-up was over and we began working our way up the gully, mainly sticking to the snow since it was easier to ascend than the rocks.
So far everybody was feeling really well and we made pretty good time up the gully. We had to stop a few times to admire the views of the Sawtooth Ridge and Mt. Bierstadt’s impressive north face.
Continuing onward and upward we quickly passed through the choke of the gully and then popped out on Mt. Spalding’s west slopes. As we passed the 13,000 foot level we could begin to the feel the effects of the altitude, but stopping for a brief moment, our lungs quickly returned.
We passed over the minor false summits and topped out on top of Mt. Spalding just past noon for a three hour ascent.
The views of Mt. Evans north face are awesome, there is something for everybody. Snow climbs, rocks climbs, and some mixed climbs thrown in.
We peered down on Summit Lake which was still completely frozen over.
It was great to be in the high country again and we picked a wonderful day, the skies were cloudless and a beautiful blue. After a quick snack and some summit photos we dropped off the north side of Mt. Spalding towards our next destination, Gray Wolf Mountain. We took advantage of the lingering snowfields and quickly dropped down to the expanse between Mt. Spalding and Gray Wolf Mountain.
Along the way we watched a solitary mountain goat descend from Mt. Warren. It was a quick climb up Gray Wolf Mountain and we topped out at 13,602 feet about an hour after we left Mt. Spalding’s summit.
After another quick snack break and some summit photos we headed towards Gray Wolf Mountain’s east slopes for a nice glissade route we had spied from below. The snow was a little softer than optimal, but we still managed to get a descent glissade.
The descent was going quickly and before we knew it we were approaching the basin below the Sawtooth Ridge where we had cached our snowshoes. In the warm afternoon heat, the snow was getting really soft and as we dropped elevation we found ourselves post-holing, then waist-holing, and then on to chest-holing. We were within about ½ mile of our snowshoes but the fun was just about to begin. We tried to connect any rocks or dry ground we could, but the wallows between these islands of terra firm were getting worse and worse. In many spots we resorted to army crawling over the snow and it worked only marginally better. Frequently while crawling, our arms would punch through the snow and we would do a nice faceplant. At one point we had to cross Gomer Creek and I seemed to get stuck in a bottomless pit of snow-quicksand. I crawled, clawed, and tried to scratch my way up the steep banks of the creek to no avail. There was a rockband about 6 feet high to my right, and if I could get on top of this rockband, I could escape this cruel trap. Doing a sweet 5.5 willow-branch sidepull, I was able to pull myself on top of the rock band and get out of the clutches of Gomer Creek.
I hadn’t put on my gaitors yet and was paying dearly for my stupidity, my boots and socks were soaked as well as the wool gloves I had on due to all the crawling. We reached a large rock and we all sat down to rest our exhausted bodies. Realizing we were now in survival mode, I knew I had to stay dry. Luckily I brought a spare pair of wool socks so I put those on as well as my waterproof rain pants. I also put on my gaitors and busted out my gore-tex mittens, time to get serious. After a quick snack to give us a much needed energy boost, we began the misery again.
We finally dropped off the hillside and gained the basin floor below the Sawtooth Ridge. We were within a ¼ mile of our snowshoes but it felt like they might as well be 10 miles away. We alternated turns in the front of the pack, letting the leader wade, crawl and swim through the snow and willows. We had to calm ourselves, it was very easy to get frustrated and thrash ourselves into exhaustion. Gaining our tracks from the morning over the snow made no difference, we still sunk in waist deep with every step. Four letter words kept flying out of my mouth and things were getting downright absurd. I was getting worried that the snow was so soft that even our snowshoes wouldn’t be of much help and we would be thrashing all night. Trying to stay positive I joked with Laura and Greg that we might as well just build a fire on a large, flat rock and wait until 3 a.m. for the snow to firm up again. Finally the snowshoes were within sight, but still about 50 yards away.
Connecting willow patches and army crawling for our lives we finally reached our snowshoes, please Lord let them make all the difference. It had taken us almost 2 hours to go ½ mile, if our snowshoes didn’t help, we wouldn’t be reaching the car until Sunday morning. Our prayers were answered and the snowshoes gave us the added floatation we needed to stay on top of the snow, we were saved. We made a beeline towards the trailhead and we only punched through the snow on several occasions resulting in a couple more faceplants just to add insult to injury.
The last bit of uphill to the parking lot was painful but we managed to arrive back at the trailhead at 5 p.m. for a 8-hour roundtrip time, almost 3 hours accounted for battling with the soft snow conditions. We were off by ½ mile on where we should have dropped our snowshoes and that ½ mile is probably the worst ½ mile I have ever traveled. That relatively benign 8 mile loop on the topo map we had scouted earlier in the morning managed to humble us and remind us that when it comes to the high country, things always look better on paper. We also learned that sometimes the terrain traps aren’t always obvious on the topo map, sometimes they lay waiting underneath the surface to snare their unsuspecting victims.