Bugaboos I
~ It was truly a pleasure to be able to get to spend a week exploring the Bugaboos. Everything about this place blew me away and really its hard to put into words what this trip meant to me. It felt like the accumulation of every skill and experience I've gained over these past years climbing and spending time in the mountains, and even then it pushed me beyond what I realized I was capable of accomplishing. I found myself reflecting on the past year of my life and on where the mountains fit in to it. I thought about the climbing partners and friends I've gained through the sport, and the overall pursuit of alpine climbing and how it has shaped the person I have grown to be. For longer than I have known, being in the mountains has been an outlet, a place to escape, to run to for solitude. They've provided a canvas for which I could throw myself at, throw everything I have at. It has been a medium between me and myself, a proving ground to the other half. It's a place where I can channel my energy into something creative, something adventurous. Its where I find my mind can truly run free ~
In search of great adventure, we headed for the mountains. The big mountains.
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| The Bags |
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| The Bugaboo Glacier Ice Fall |
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Matthew enjoying a Sneaky Weasel while the storm rages
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We arrived to the Applebee camp after the storm settled. Feeling intimidated, inspired. The surrounding peaks were engulfed in cloud adding to the mystic of the environment we had entered. Once our camp was built we turned in, not sure of what the next day would hold.
I : The Pigeon Spire, West Ridge
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Matthew on the approach to the Pigeon spire, below the vast and inspiring east face of the Snowpatch Spire
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| Approaching the Pigeon Spire |
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Questing across the Bugaboo Glacier- south face of Snowpatch, proudly in the background
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Questing across the Bugaboo Glacier- south face of Snowpatch, proudly in the background
The approach was full of awes and oos, as we were blown away by what was around us. Ice fall and shrieks could be heard from the surrounding glaciers as well as rock fall from distant and near peaks. We slogged up the glacier and to the Pigeon Col where we took off the mountain boots and began up the classic west ridge of the Pigeon Spire- "The best 5.4 on planet Earth."
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| Myself (taking a photo of the Snowpatch spire) with the magnificent Howser Towers behind me |
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| Matthew approaching the next section of the route |
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| Inching up the West Rdige |
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| A crew on the summit |
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| Matthew Psyched about the Howsers |
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Pigeon Spire East face and the Howsers- as seen from the Snowpatch summit
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I told Matthew at some point during this trip that I think the Pigeon Spire East Face is one of the most beautiful formations Ive ever seen in nature. The clean, low angle slab provides structure for the steep and imposing headwall which acts like a doorway into something wild and curious. Gorgeous splitter cracks shoot across tis face, with fractured pieces of rock and large flakes resting precariously, patiently waiting their turn to fall to the glacier below. All the while this part of the mountain is guarded by a moat that is the first piece of the puzzle in understanding this face. In my mind, it is a perfect problem. One that waits to test the climber who feels ready to embrace it. We will be back for you Pigeon Spire.
II: The Snowpatch Spire, The Snowpatch Route
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| The Snowpatch Spire East Face, providing early morning inspiration in the tent |
When we got back from the Pigeon Spire, we discussed what the next objective would be. We were so captivated by the Snowpatch East face that stood proudly over our camp that we decided we needed to take a closer look and see what the mountain had to offer. Naturally, we opted to take the easiest route to the top, the Snowpatch route, 5.8. This is a route that holds a lot of history. It was finally climbed in 1940 after many years of efforts and being deemed "North Americas greatest climbing problem" in the 1930's. The route follows the west ridge up and past the great snow patch to the vast and complicated headwall. Its wandery, long, and along the way shows hints of the past and the daring minds of those that were true pioneers of these mountains. To climb this, we dug through our tool kit and utilized soloing, simul climbing, and efficient route finding by following our hearts. Thank you Snowpatch for providing us with a splendid adventure.
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Matthew high up the 5.4 dihedral that is used to gain the ridge crest
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Looking down the 5.4 dihedral
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| Simul Climbing the long slab pitches next to the great snow patch |
Once at the headwall we really had to use our brains. Looking for signs of passage we climbed steep hand and finger cracks past rusty old pitons with rings in them, a glorious look into the past. On top of the last hard pitch, I felt incredibly excited to have solved the puzzle. Easy scrambling would lead us to the summit and very obvious chain anchors provided our escape down the west face of the mountain.
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| Matthew on the Snowpatch Spire south summit |
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Us, very excited on the summit
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rapping down the Kraus McCarthy on the west face of the mountain
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Working down the Pigeon Ice Fall Rapells
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Shortly after that photo was taken, a botched moat crossing took hold of one of our rope ends and we were forced to cut it. I had always wondered if and when I would have to cut a rope.
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The Pigeon spire and the Pigeon Ice Fall- taken from the rap line
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| Running down in excitement after successfully retrieving our rope from the grasp of the glacier |
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| Very Pleased with our journey, and excited for the walk back to camp |
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| enjoying a sneaky weasel back at camp after a great day out |
III: Trials and Tribulations
Part of being in the mountains is using your problem solving skills to overcome obstacles that may be thrown your way. On this day, we threw our guidebook into the glacier and were faced with the task of saving it and the rest of our trip. Because we were certainly not going to meander around camp asking to take photos of routes in other peoples guidebooks, that would be cowardice, and we were determined to solve this problem that we were dealt on our own accord.
We had walked over to the McTech arete area, feeling tired from our outing on Snowpatch the day before. The guidebook was set on a rock that would cannon our book into the glacier below, very slowly. While standing around like a fool I watched in slow motion as the book slid off the top of this large rock, gently bounced off the edge of the cliff, and went flying into the void. Immeadetly, we knew we had to try and get it back. So we fixed our rope to the rap anchors and began the retrieval process.
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| The chasm |
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| The book- likley 10-12 feet deep |
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| The Solution- a retrieval device composed of a beyond fully extended trekking pole taped and cinched to a mountaineering axe |
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The operation- send Matthew into the chasm and help guide the axe into the book via the tagline while he tries to hook it
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| Triumph |
After we spent the better part of our day solving this issue we were finally able to climb! We were greeted with grey clouds and a cool wind 4 pitches up the McTech arete. While we were debating climbing another pitch, thunder, hail, rain and wind quickly made our decision and we retreated as the storm erupted around us. Although wet, we were glad that this happened to us so close camp.
IV: Crescent Towers ~ The Donkeys Ears
(also the Eastpost spire)
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| The Donkey's Ears |
We needed a chill day. And we needed to climb each spire in the Crescent Lake basin. So we found a great looking route in the book, and set out the next morning. Unfortunately, I did not take many photos from the Donkey's Ears which is a shame because this was one of the most fun rock climbs Ive ever done!
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the very fun chimney pitch~ pitch 8
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Looking back down the route from the top
On top of the east tower planning a way to summit the West tower |
We summited the West tower via a fun hand crack traverse on the south face of the upper tower. There was a chain rap station on the top of it too.
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| Looking back at the Crescent towers after descending towards Eastpost |
The Eastpost spire was lively with people. Although we were feeling tired from the day prior, we blasted up the west ridge of the crescent spire through 4th and low 5th class terrain. The end of the traverse was very exposed and made for one of the most enjoyable scrambles I have ever done.
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An example of the exciting terrain the ridge has to offer
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| the summit of the Eastpost spire |
After our great morning of running around on the smaller things close to camp, I was feeling tired. We hung around camp waiting for the storm to come. Finally, when the storm did come, we sat in the tent talking about what we should do next. While hail and wind assaulted the tent, we decided we needed to complete the applebee skyline peaks.
V: The Northeast Ridge- the Bugaboo Spire
"We have to climb that, right?"
"Certainly."
This was actual conversation between Matthew and I while we relaxed at camp, admiring the Bugaboo spire. Finally, when that hailstorm came, we decided it was time to give this thing a go. We would wake up at 3:20, pack our bags which were sitting out in the storm, eat food, drink coffee, filter our water, and go.
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| The Snowpatch and Bugaboo spires |
The following morning flowed to plan, and we left camp around 4:20 and headed for the approach pitches. When we got there we had a hard time finding where to go because it was very dark. Clouds blanketed the sky making the ridge lines hard to see, and the steep terrain plus the headlamp tunnel vision made it hard to know where exactly we were. We kept following out hearts and eventually found rap chains, so we figured we were on the right track. The ascent was not that easy however as he rock was wet and we were soloing low 5th class in the dark. I actually found this to be one of the more intense mornings I've had in the mountains and was quite glad when we made it to the ridge.
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| Matthew on the 4th class lower section of the route |
More scrambling lead us to where we would rope up. While we were racking up, the clouds swarmed the mountain in waves and we were often in a complete ping-pong ball. This added a very alpine feel to our situation. Luckily, the ridge was dry!
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| Matthew on the start of P1 |
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looking down P2
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Splitter
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| Selfie |
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| the scenery |
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| Foggy upper pitches |
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| Looking back down one of the last pitches, the fog made for very exciting climbing |
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More going up
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Attaining the summit of the Bugaboo spire was short and sweet, the technical climbing was over, but the somewhat complex descent down the Kain route still loomed.
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| Somewhere on top of the Bugaboo spire, Snowpatch in the background |
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| Meandering |
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going down
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going down
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| Still going down |
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| Going down |
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Taking it all in
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| On the glacier, the Kain route and everything else behind us |
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| Matthew on the glacier, approaching the pigeon icefall rappels |
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| A sneaky weasel, a J, a relaxing evening looking back up at the great Bugaboo spire |
VI: Reflections
We woke the next morning, feeling tired and sore. A Garmin weather forecast as well as one from Matthews girlfriend who agreed to give us weather updates, reported snow for a day and a half was on the way. With that, we knew it was time to wrap it up.
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| our lalapalooza |
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| packing up shop |
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| Thank you |
~ For six days, we raged, and painted the canvas that was presented to us. We felt that with the snow on the way and having climbed the routes on our list, it was appropriate to set sail back home and return to the mountains that we know and love. The walk out was hard, our bags seemed to lose no more weight than when we first walked in and on the way out I found myself wondering if we were leaving too soon. It felt like there was more we should have been doing, like we were leaving a project unfinished. We never ventured into East Creek and never got to know the Howser towers. But perhaps that was a good thing. Perhaps leaving that behind us is our incentive to return. These mountains tested me, put me in a mental headspace that iv'e only experienced in alpine settings. Here, our prolonged stay allowed me to explore that headspace more, I was pushed to really dive into it and over the course of those six days I found happiness in complete exhaustion, solitude in the chaos of the mountains that seemed to be falling apart around us and fear from not what was to come, not from the next climb, or even the next pitch, but instead fear rising from experiences Iv'e already had throughout the course of the past few years. Perhaps this was my brain reminding me about the line we cross when we walk into the mountains, or maybe it is a natural step in the evolution of becoming a more mature climber, a piece to the ever changing puzzle that is alpine climbing. ~
