Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Grandjean v6.0

For the 6th year running, we headed into the Grandjean area for our annual early season overnighter.

Date: April 28-29, 2018.

Partners: Deez and Harold B. Otter aka Harry Otter (silly story for another time).

Objective: Do it.

Stats: 1.7 miles one way from Grandjean trailhead to Baron Creek. 3.4 miles round trip with minimal gain. Strava - Hike in. Hike out.

Gear notes: Testing new pack - Black Diamond Speed 40.

Links: 2017.
Packed up.

Every spring we like to head out for an easy overnight hike. Two and a half hours from our driveway we were at the trailhead and headed into Baron Creek.


Otter in tow.

The otter is a silly story that I won't bore you with... We passed another couple that warned us of all the ticks. "I had like seventeen on me" was the statement, I believe. The trail was in pretty good shape, other than one short section that ran right though the middle of a large downed tree.

Deez on the trail.

We had a pretty good weather forecast, but we were expecting showers sometime overnight and into the next afternoon.

Trail Beer.

We had mild temps, scattered clouds an occasional breeze. Really quite pleasant.

View in camp.

It doesn't take long to get to our normal camp site, so we roll kinda lux. Beers, fresh sandwiches, camp chairs and what not.
Beer thirty!

We were hanging around camp, playing a few games of Uno when we noticed a really odd sound coming from the forest. It was really low-pitched and had the rhythm of a basketball being dropped. Or a tennis ball bouncing on a Bongo drum but on a much lower register. Its hard to explain, but trust me, it was weird!

I could't place it and I really don't think I've heard/noticed it before until recently. The mystery sound continued though the night and into the next morning. I was sure this wan't some kind of new phenomenon and that there had to be a perfectly logical explanation. Any guesses? Stay tuned for the answer. 

Harry otter not drink so much.

Fireside music, Uno, drinks and chit-chat until the sun went down. Maybe a half dozen mosquito's buzzed the tower. The rain came in sometime overnight and switched to a wet, sloppy rain-snow mix just before sunrise. Fortunately it had stopped around 9 and we were able to pack up in mostly dry conditions. There were just a few sprinkles on the hike out.

Hiking out.
We expected to encounter a tick or two, but in the end the tick count was not-a-one.
Back at home, I went to the Google machine to try to figure out what the heck that strange noise was. Turns out it was a Ruffed Grouse drumming. And now we know.

Happy trails!

Monday, February 12, 2018

Shares Snout

A long dirt road approach run finishes on a short but fun 3rd class scramble in the Owyhee Mountains.

Date: February 10, 2018.

Objective: Shares Snout 4,837ft.

Partners: N/A.

Stats: 12.2 miles and 3,000ft gain. Class 3 summit block. Strava track.

Gear notes: N/A.

This area of the Owyhee's keeps catching my eye. There are a few peaks and potential for some decent mileage. Keep in mind you can basically drive to within a half mile of this peak. I parked in the large pullout on Clark Road just south of Sommer Camp Road, strapped shoes on my feet and hit it. It was a rather windy day but at least the sun was out. The roads were in pretty good shape and were quite runnable (and driveable) but there were a few steep grades to deal with.

The off trail/road section to the base of the class 3 scramble was mostly grass and not super difficult. I had no idea what would be considered the standard route so I just picked a line and headed up. The birds of the area are quite fond of the rocks that comprise the summit. The otherwise dark colored rock was generously spackled white. There were a few fun and kinda airy moves to the top. Being very lightly dressed and exposed to the cold wind meant I wasn't going to linger. After snapping a few pictures and slurping down a gel, I made like a banana and split. The wind was strong out of the Northwest, which equaled a headwind most of the way back. I was within about 2 miles of the car before I could peel my jacket off.


Shares Snout is the rocky point in the center background.

Running along the road.


Shares Snout.

Class 3 lies ahead.

Summit block and crux moves.

Summit view.


Looking south.

Looking east.

Happy trails!

Friday, January 12, 2018

Invisible Mountain Attempt

Low snow and a touch of cabin fever motivated me to try something big in the Lost Rivers.

Date: January 5, 2018.

Objective: Invisible Moutain 11,330ft.

Partners: Took the dog, it was a bit much for him (sad face).

Stats: 6.5 miles and 4,500ft gain in 6:15 round trip. Strava track (note: the track accidentally ended before the hike was done).

Gear notes: Carried ice ax and crampons - probably wouldn't have needed them.

Links: Summit stoke via SplattskiSummitpost info.

With a solid weather window, low snow conditions and a long list of ideas, I wasn't sure what to try. Something chill and close to home? Maybe something a little more adventurous? The bottom line is that I could have chosen several other options that were more viable, but I settled on the bigger questions mark. Why? Just because I could.

Leaving Boise at 4:30am is never fun, especially when faced with a 4 hour drive. After that, my body and mind were 'less than ready to hike'. But its not like you're going to back out at that point. The show must go on. My point? This was my first Lost River one day round trip and likely my last.

The road approach was not difficult. It would have been much better if I could have driven to the end, but that's reserved for HCV 4WD. That will get you about a mile further and save you about 500 feet of gain.

Arial view of Invisible Mountain. Photo: Mike H - Facebook.  

Invisible Mountain from Hwy 93.

White Knob Mountains.

Mount McCaleb in the distance.
Invisible Mountain is relentlessly steep. The nature of the terrain is also no joke. The lower slopes were a mix of soft dirt, which was loose; loose rocks, which were also loose; and some solid ground here and there. There is sage brush to pick your way though, then there are the trees which are also a bit of a challenge to get though. Oh, and there is no trail.

Up higher the trees thin out a bit but the angle remains steep and the rocks are a bit more solid. I hit shallow snow patches around 8,800 feet, which turned to almost knee deep drifts at about 9,500. There was enough dry ground that I was able to weave my way around the drifts for the most part. What significant snow that was present was sugary and loose. Maybe not a good sign if traveling across any covered slopes up high.

Low on the mountain. This might give some idea of the steepness.

King Mountain.

At the snow line.
I wasn't trying to get up this thing in any acute hurry since that would have likely resulted in burnout low on the peak. The clock stuck 1. My go, no-go point. If I was within striking distance, I would go for the top. NO MATTER WHAT, I was going to be on my way down by 2.

By this time, the summit was still about a 2 mile round trip with about 800 feet of vertical, plus the short class 3 section was just ahead and I had no idea what that would be like with the snow drifts on it. Not to mention that the dog was obviously pretty worked at this point. If he was in better shape and I had two more hours of daylight, I would have went for it.

Upper ridge.

High point of the day at 10,500ft.

The true summit waits for another day.
This was not a mountain I wanted to try to descend in the dark. That was just asking for trouble. At least I could turn back now, take it easy on the way down and give the dog plenty of rest. His feet got pretty scraped up to the point that I considered bandaging them. As steep as the terrain was though, I figured it was better for him to have as much traction as he could.

Dog icing his paws.

Lemhi Range.

Looking north toward the Mackay reservoir. 

We got down and out of the wind for a nice long break. I poked around a bit, seeing what else the mountain had to offer. The area close to the ridge line proper was quite rocky with a few tall cliffs. That area is best avoided. I stuck to the trees below the ridge and tried to stay off the rocks as best as I could, which didn't make a difference.

Dog getting his nap on.

Smiley Mountain is visible.
The terrain was so steep that going down was just as though as going up. Gravity is not your friend when the slopes are so steep, loose and rocky. Care must be taken. Back at the car, I took in the irony of the day. Those 2 miles and 800 feet that I missed the summit by? Those were about the exact same stats from where I parked to the 'end of the road' and back! It was too funny to not laugh out loud.

Philosophical takeaway:

I was slightly bummed that I didn't get to the summit, but that is not a measure of success in my book. You have to climb the mountain on its terms. They are much more bigger and much more powerful than you are, and they do not care if you live or die. I feel that a non-summit with good style is better than any summit with poor style.

Don't get me wrong though, I had a fantastic day and still had plenty to smile about.

I believe it was Bob Marley who said "It's all good 'mon."

Happy trails!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

NYE on Cervidae

This years edition of Moonlight to Cervidae was on point.

Date: December 31, 2017.

Objective: Cervidae Peak 4,987ft.

Partners: Steve W, aka Delta Operator, aka In The Wild Chef, aka Wild Child (the curator of this non-organized event). Brett, John F, Dr. Michael and Lisa.

Stats: 5 miles and 1,900ft round trip. Class 2.

Gear notes: Snowshoes not required; not even carried!.

Links: Last years trip in super cold conditions.

Low sun, high spirits.

I decided to start out at 4pm, instead of the "normal" 6pm and was happy to see others show up for the "early" start. The conditions this year were warm and tame compared to the single digit-maybe colder temps and stiff wind of last year.

Gearing up.

After a few minutes we figured we had all the early peeps we were going to get, so we saddled up and hit the trail.

And they're off!

Start of the trail.

It was nice to have the conditions mild enough that we could stop and take in the amazing views without the risk of getting too cold too quick.

Last light on Lucky Peak.

We were treated to a beautiful sunset as well as a 97% full moon rise at the same time.

Steve crushing trail.

It didn't take long for Brett to overtake us all as he charged up to the summit. I hoped he was running ahead to get the fire going and heat up the chili.

Moon rise and shadow rise. Beautiful. 

Only a few more false summits to go!

It was calm, clear, getting chilly and mostly fun. Its always nice when you can carry on a conversation without the hindrance of puffy jacket hoods pulled up and zipped up collars covering faces, turning words into muffled tones that resemble the Peanut's parents.

Last sunset of 2017.

Steve nearing the top.

Brett was patiently waiting at the top, but there was no warming fire or pot of chili to be had...
We could see some occasional fireworks over the Wilderness Ranch area from the top.

Hey, how about a nip of Fireball!

Summit group selfie. Photo: Steve W.

Starting down.

After enjoying some air time and taking the appropriate amount of selfie's, we strapped on our headlamps and started down.

Wolf Moon rising.

The almost full super moon was bright enough that I never lit my torch on the way down. The moonlit landscape was out of this world. After all, that's why its called Moonlight to Cervidae.

Moon light stroll.

We met Zack on his way up at about six or so. He was a one man wolf pack but I think Steve may have headed back up with him. If so, hats off to you sir. We were all back at the parking lot (except Steve) and wished each other well as we headed off to put 2017 in the rear view mirror. May 2018 be the year of maximum stoke!

Happy trails!

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Copper Mountain

Date: December 2, 2017.

Objective: Copper Mountain 8,966.

Stats: 4.2 miles, 2,100ft gain in 3:30 round trip. Strava track.

Partners: N/A.

Gear notes: Snowshoes.

Links: Idaho: A Climbing Guide.

I was looking for a relativity mellow, dare I say easy peak that wasn't going to be a long drive.  I've been eyeing the peaks around the Banner Summit area since it's well known for its outstanding access during winter, hence Copper Mountain being well known as a back country ski destination. There are several peaks that caught my eye, but I figured I might as well just go for Copper since it was my first peak in the area.  The weather was forecast to have a winter storm roll in about 11am, so I was racing the clock just a tad. Copper seemed to be a pretty straight forward route which would make for easier route finding if the weather got real bad.

I parked at the turnout closer to Bull Trout Lake, on the west side of Hwy21, hopped to the east side, strapped on the slow(snow)shoes and and got to it. Down low in the trees there isn't much of a view, so there was no point in stopping for pictures.

Okay, maybe just one...


There are a few options to get to the top of this bad boy. My route was the West Ridge. Not the most interesting but it's always great to be in a new area.

Twisted tree.

There is a twisty tree on the ridge that is kinda cool.

After a bit of leg work, the trees start to thin and the views open up. I could see the jagged peaks of the interior of the Sawtooth Range, but the clouds were closing fast so that only lasted for about five minutes.

Peak 9220.

Mid mountain. Good snow for sliding.

Once out of the thick of the trees you're able to zero in on the top.

Upper slopes.

Looking south at Peak 8848.

True summit.

Only that's not the actual top. Keep traversing east to get the high point. But mind the cornice's!
And finally, that view. Or what was left of it anyway...

Looking northeast. I think its Cabin Creek Peak.

  I think this is Cabin Creek Peak, but I'm probably wrong so please correct me.

Peak 9220 sits on the east end of the ridge.

Looking southeast.

Looking west.

About the time I got to the top was about the time the wind picked up. The snow was coming in sideways and visibility was dropping. Time to head down.

On Top.

Cornice's on the summit.


The upper exposed sections of the mountain provided no protection from the wind. Once I was back in the trees, I was able to stop for a minute and take in a few calories. I retraced my route back to the car.