Stats: Approx 10 miles and 3,500ft gain in 8hrs round trip
Route: North ridge, class 2-3.
Gear notes: N/A.
DBW.
Pat and I headed up Trail Creek Road to camp the night before this adventure. After not quite as late of a night as I'm used to with Pat, we were up and rolling down the trail toward our peak. The mid-summer day warmed up quick and the air was humid. With thunderstorms forecast for later in the day, we jammed down the trail at a quick pace.
Pat on the trail.
We passed by some beaver ponds in the green fields near the trail.
In front of DBW.
Several peaks are in this region are enticing and reason enough to visit and/or return.
We finally got a clear view of DBW just before the real climb began.
We passed an area that had a lot of bear scat and tracks. We made plenty of noise as we ran through it.
On the trail.
Just past this area, the trail dips down and loses some elevation. Pat and I have been on several adventures together, but nothing quite like this. He didn't feel up for more of the up, then back down, so he turned back towards the car. I was now flying solo. I promised Pat I'd hurry.
Devil's Bedstead East.
The sky was clouding up and I knew I needed to hurry anyway.
While gaining elevation up to the ridge, the terrain becomes more interesting and the route gets more involved, eventually culminating in a thin class 3 scramble to the true summit.
Upper mountain.
Pillar.
The wind had picked up and dropped the air temperature just a bit, which was welcome relief to my hurried pace.
Looking down the north ridge.
View.
It took several miles and lots of effort just to gain the ridge grand finale, but I still had some gas in the tank
Highpoint.
.The final ridge was, interesting. I ditched my pack for the short but exposed crossing.
It looked like there were two routes. One on the ridge, one up the wall. I took the ridge. The rock was good and I felt it was the better call.
Highpoint.
DBE.
Borah.
There is a fine view of the Pioneer Mountains awaiting those who visit DBW, stretching all the way to the Lost River Range.
Top.
My time at the top was only long enough to take a few pictures and then I got back to my pack for a short break before I made a continuous push to rejoin Pat at the car.
Trail heading in.
Looking back toward Trail Creek Road.
Upon arrival back at the car, I found Pat relaxing near the creek and I had a large blister on my left heel to tend to. Then it was on to McClain's Pizza (now closed) in Hailey for a pitcher and a pie.
Stats: Idaho's highest peak is class 3 via the Southwest "Chicken Out Ridge" route with a 5,500ft gain to summit elevation 12,662 in 3.5 miles one way.
Gear notes: Didn't need an ice ax and should have worn my helmet.
Well, the day had finally come. I had a good weather window during time I could get away to make the trip. My attempt of Borah Peak was happening. I was anxious, but eager when I turned down Birch Springs Road headed for the camp ground. I had been training on the local peaks, but I hadn't done anything big yet this year. Clearly, I had my work cut out for me.
I had read all of the info I could find on the peak and I had the crucial landmarks memorized. I had trained hard and I felt ready. Now, all that was left to do was actually climb it.
Fault Scarp from the 1983 earthquake.
Since this was my first time to the camp ground, I didn't know what to expect, but I quickly took note of its heavy use. I got the camp site closest to the trailhead, which was a score, but it didn't (doesn't) have any shade. I also quickly took note that July on the west side of the Lost River Range sucks without shade. It's scorching hot until the sun goes down and after that it can get freezing cold.
Borah's shadow cast on the valley floor.
I was up and on the trail just before sunrise. It gets steep pretty much right away so it didn't take long until I needed to stop to shed a layer. I guess I held too quick of a pace because just about the time I was above the treeline I was struck with a massive headache and nausea likely attributed to dehydration and ascending too quickly. I dropped back down behind a tree, took some Ibuprofen, ate, drank and rested. I was okay with the view I had of Borah's shadow being cast on the valley floor. After 45 minutes I was felling better and back on the trail.
looking up from just above the tree line.
The lower route is steep but class 2 and the crux of the whole route is in the middle and considered to be Chicken Out Ridge. There had been some late season snowfall so I brought an ice ax for the narrow snow crossing.
Close up of Chicken Out Ridge.
I took short breaks often to make sure whatever I had going on earlier didn't come back and it seemed to be working. I was feeling fine as I approached the crux.
Approaching Chicken Out Ridge.
There were a few unoccupied bivy sites on the ridge, as well as fine views. This was my first trip into the Lost River Range and that necessitated a lot of pictures.
Looking down the southwest ridge.
Mount Idaho.
Mount Morrison.
V notch entrance to COR.
Approaching the base of COR, I aimed for the notch in the ridge.
Looking down the southwest ridge.
looking down the route from just below the crux assured one thing; perception is reality. It looks like a long ways down because it is.
Looking up COR.
The advise that I heard was stick to the spine of the ridge. My advise; stick to the spine of the ridge. The climbing was fun and the route was obvious. The rock was solid and the holds were good. There were actually two snow crossings on my climb and the first was a little less exposed. The down climb to the main snow crossing went without incident and was only about 15 feet.
Top of COR.
I got my ice ax out for the snow crossing because I had it. The crossing had a good path in the firm snow, but yes, a fall would suck.
Looking back at the top of COR.
Chicken Out Ridge had been passed, but I still had to climb up, then down it again to get down.
Upper route to the summit.
Once past the snow crossing the route went under point 11,898. From there the trail was braided to the summit. I started up the trail but chose to head towards the ridge. There were some loose blocks and I probably should have worn my helmet.
Nearing the summit.
The scramble up the ridge was fun and the rock got more stable near the summit.
Looking down the summit ridge.
There was quite a bit of exposure to climbers right heading up the ridge, but it was mitigated by staying just to the left.
I compiled a video from three shorter ones I took on the summit ridge.
The summit was a little chilly, but after the long way I had come to stand here, I was going to enjoy it.
2 down, 7 to go.
It was a fantastic introduction to the LRR.
Main crest of the LRR.
Seeing the main crest of the LRR for the first time was intimidating. (It still is)
Cornice on the summit.
Hyndman Peak.
From the top I was able to identify several peaks of the Lost River and Pioneer Mountains, including my old friend Hyndman Peak. I was humbled and elated at the same time.
Looking down at COR from the summit.
looking down the route snapped me back into reality. There was still a steep and arduous descent between me and my car. I followed the trail back to COR.
Looking down the SW ridge.
I had the summit to myself and was now passing a few others en route to the top. COR was a bit of a traffic jam so I sat tight and took some pictures while others got across.
Looking down COR about halfway across.
It might not have been the best idea, but I stopped in a few spots on COR to take a few pictures of it.
Once safely on the other side of COR, it was a steep, relentless and tiresome hike down. Tired legs meant a few slips here and there. Never the less, I made it down. It wasn't too late in the day and I headed to Challis for some fresh food. I drove back to the LRR to try to make it to the trail head and camp for Al West Peak the next day. That was when I learned that good maps and a high clearance vehicle are good things to have in this neck of the woods.
Borah Peak from Hwy 93.
Without a good plan B, I decided it was a better idea to just drive home. Borah Peak was finally crossed off my list. The other thing I learned on this trip was that it's hard to get out of the car when you can't stand up. I later discovered this had a name. Borah Legs.
I had first done Squaw Butte in May of 2009. It is a good local training hike, as well as a fun peak close to town. These are just a few pictures from the last time I hiked it in 2011 while training for Borah. I decided to add this peak in addition to Tom Lopez's Grand Slam Peaks.
SE Rib.
The first time I did Squaw, I did the southeast rib route to try and get a feel for what class 3 rock meant. I learned it's sort of an arbitrary term. The SE rib is steep with some loose rock and it does require hands. It's iffy and not a great route option, in my honest opinion. This time I took the slightly longer south ridge.
View back on the south ridge.
It was a cold day with a stiff wind.
Looking up the south ridge.
The south ridge is scenic and recommended.
View above the SE Rib.
Squaw Butte has some surprising views thanks to its prominence above the valley floor.
Summit view.
The true summit is up near the radio towers. A lot of people drive up the west side, but where's the fun in that. In addition to this peak, I did the other Grand Slam Peaks, as well as Cervidae several times and lots of running to train for Borah.
