27 September, 2011
My Ten Essentials
20 September, 2011
16 September, 2011
15 September, 2011
Worse-case Scenario
Worse Case Scenario:
I get a phone call: "What are you doing for the next couple of days?" "Well, I've got some plans … why?" "Miles has taken a fall near the summit of Mt Stuart and is hurt."
My good friend (and summer sub-letter), a strong climber, and an all-around great person was climbing the West Ridge of Mt Stuart. 500ft from the summit he pulls a rock free and falls 70ft over ledges, suffering a concussion, broken shoulder, lacerations, and broken ribs. His partner, Matt, ties him off but is unable to climb down to him, not having enough rope.
What would you do? You are three thousand feet up. The weather is stable; you have no cell phone. Your only rope is now damaged and securing your injured partner below. There is an easy descent route, but you have never traveled it and navigation on Stuart can be a bear. If you are Matt Hoffman, you downclimb the West Ridge. This, my friends, is incredible.
Once safely down and after scavenging a cell phone from a hiker, Matt initiated the rescue by calling 911. Chelan County was notified, then, after much cajoling, Matt was able to get the operator to connect him to Snohomish County—our county, Miles' county, and thereby initiate our response.
I hung up the phone with Oyvind. He told me to meet at Taylor's Landing (headquarters) for a possible helicopter insertion. Luckily, I was already packed as I was planning a trip to Forbidden Peak the next day. Anne made me the two biggest burritos in three minutes I've ever seen. She was concerned for Miles, sad to not be able to go herself, and nervous for me. At this point, there was no telling what would happen.
I drove the van to Taylor's and met with some familiar and concerned faces. Information was slowly trickling in from Matt and Chelan. An airforce helicopter was going to be launched. Sandeep, Miles' roommate was there as well.
As we started briefing, Sandeep made it known that he had just climbed Stuart in the last couple of weeks, and even a time or two before that in the last year. He knew the mountain well. The Cascadian Couloir is the easiest route up and down the mountain. (This was the same descent route Matt Hoffman had considered.) It was immediately evident that this was an extremely complicated (or challenging) mission. There was simply no good way to lower him via man-power and riggin all the way down the mountain. He was on the north side; first he'd have to be raised to the summit ridge and then lowered down "some" route. What route I still don't know.
It was apparent that it had to be a heli rescue. But counting on a helo is risky: there are so many things that can go wrong. But helo at dawn was Plan A.
This was Sandeep's proposal: Let's climb the Cascadian Couloir tonight, fast. So if there is any problem with the helo we are already there; we can assist. Our friend Kevin and myself were interested. What could we accomplish? I thought, first we can find Miles. His exact location was still quite vague. Second, we could give him 1st Aid and an examination. Currently he had nothing but a puffy jacket, gloves and a hat. It was strangely warm out, but there was no telling how much wind was at 88ooft, where he was currently crouching.
These were valuable tasks. We knew that Plan A needed to work, and the helo didn't need us to do their job. But … we could climb fast, we could find Miles and give him care until he arrived, and, if they didn't arrive, we were in position to do … something.
It was 10pm; it was me, Sandeep, and Kevin; and it was a plan. While the rest of Everett Mtn Rescue ralleyed for a 5:30am mustering at a nearby helipad, the three of us loaded up my van and drove to Cle Elum and the Ingalls trailhead. It was a two hour drive. We needed Red Bull and food. We packed and re-orged gear in the back as we drove. We discussed options and possible responses. We worried.
The airforce had made several passes and had been unable to find Miles until they picked up Matt Hoffman. When they finally located Miles, he seemed to be lying in the snow and was unresponsive. This was dreadful news. It is inconsistent with self-preservation to lie in the snow without a pad because you will become hypothermic. We didn't want to discuss the news. We knew that Miles had had a concussion. Matt had said that Miles would repeat, "where are we? … I have a broken shoulder" every twenty seconds. Matt was forced to leave Miles before Miles ever regained mental clarity. Perhaps he hadn't.
We reached the trailhead and hit the ground running at 1am. We were light. And it's not that we are fast, we just don't stop plodding along. Even in the dark Sandeep's navigation was sound. Kevin kept him to it on the map. We ate; we drank; and we kept heading up.
On any other day we may have grumbled about the shitty trail. It certainly wasn't something you'd climb for pleasure. Sand and scree and small rubble—we'd slide down as far as we'd step up. By the time there was light in the sky we were getting to better rock, at least scrambling and rock hopping now. The red light cam up behind Sherpa Peak and the Enchantments. The going was much easier now and the anticipation of the hours before us outweighted the exhaustion of the hours past. We made the summit without ropes, but didn't pause long for celebration. We knew the helo was short on our tails and we still needed to descent the West Ridge to locate Miles.
After several repels and some traversing we reached the West Ridge Notch and quickly saw Miles' blue rope made fast around a large boulder. Sandeep was ahead while Kevin and I managed our rope. "Miles … Miles" Sandeep yelled. "Hey buddy." Miles would later say that he was sure he was hallucinating. After all, how could he possibly hear his roommates voice from the top of the ridge! Our eyes were bright, smiles were broad, and our hearts were bounding. We set up another anchor and lowered Sandeep down.
It was just that moment that we heard the "pup-pup-pup-pup" of the distant helicopter. As it approached we saw SnoHawk 10—OUR helicopter (as opposed to the air force chopper of the night before). That meant that Richard and Andy were up there. And they were right over our head, hovering. The cable came down with a bag and it reached Miles and he detatched it. SnowHawk 10 then flew off.
On the radio we heard the traffic: "Miles, how you doing, buddy?" "I've been better,' said with a happy tone. Richard, the medic, checked Miles' consciousness to be sure he would be able to strap himself into the Screamer—a harness that can be tied directly into the hoist cable for evacuation. SnoHawk 10 circled back around, lowered the hoist, Sandeep checked Miles' connections, and they lifted him off of the north face of Mt Stuart.
After time to process what was a very successful completion to our mission, we ate, drank up, and contemplated our descent—which would be long. We reclimbed the West Ridge, which was fun as these things go, stood on the summit of Stuart—again—with slightly more joyousness, and then began our long plod down the long mountain.
It is worth mentioning that the route to the mountain from the trailhead is not a direct one. Once we made the bottom of Stuart, we had to cross Ingall's Creek and then reclimb Long's Pass, which was sort of a funny add-on to a long day. The river wasn't as refreshing as I thought it should have been. We skipped food on the ride home for fear of becoming to drowsy to drive. Traffic on the 405 and 522 was awful, but we said heartfelt goodbyes at the park-n-ride all headed home to big meals. Mine was a monstrous pile of pasta. I slept. End of story.
Miles is recovering well. He is out of the hospital with minor surgeries to his leg and bleeding in a lung. All else is beyond the scope of this story.
06 September, 2011
HOME AGAIN
We've decided NOT to have a traditional wedding. We will hopefully be married in the next week by Berg, our landlord, at home. Haha. I know. We'll still have a party this next summer and a letter will come out eventually explaining all this. But if you are reading this, then you are getting it first.
So it is back to a normal life for a time, happily. It is great to be home. We've had a handful of missions already, and sadly, there was a fatality on a route that we had climbed just the day before, the S.E. Ridge of Kaleetan Peak. It was a hike up, super mellow--I am still baffled that such an accident could have happened there.
I've had a sinus infection, so I'm currently taking it easy, but otherwise the body feels good. I've had some downtime in Michigan to heal any ailments. No particualar goals at the moment. Just hope to get some more climbs in before winter weather comes back 'round.
I hope to post a story of our climbing trip soon. it is written, but long. A link to the photos is on the right tool bar under GALLERY. Also now posted above. Enjoy.
26 July, 2011
to the bugs
Hello all,
Sittig in a café in Banff watching a light drizzle outside. We've had a great time thus far. Yesterday we climbed the Cardiac Arete (5.10d, 4p sport) on the Grand Sentinal Spire in Banff National Park. Probably the best sport route I've ever done. Hard to compare; it is an alpine climb on a spire not so different in aspect from Castleton Tower and the size of a walk-in closet at the summit. And not a soul around. We saw lynx (if not cougar) tracks on the approach. A fine, fine day.
Ironically, perhaps the best pitch of the day was on a neighboring trad route. We were rapping down in it and I couldn't find the 60meter rap anchors, so Anne was going to belay me back up to the 25m anchors. But the climbing was so superb that I climbed all the way back to the summit. It was stellar. The only reason we didn't go down and climb the entire route was lack of BIG gear to protect an easy off-width section and the possibility of weather on the horizon.
Otherwise the climbing at Lake louise was fantastic, if crowded. The quartzite is truly wonderful. Good mix of sport and trad. The van has been a joy. Weather has been better than expected. Some good runs and swims.
To look back, no climbing in Glacier, a rainy hike and a run. Helena was fun seeing Stu and family.
Missoula was fantastic: Gillian Welsh with B, Stu, Mariah, free ticket, and, of course, Shoshone Spire in Blodgett.
Good times thus far indeed.
Tomorrow we head into the Bugaboos with the hope of fair weather for at least a few days—best "looking" window of the summer, we've heard. Good news.
When we come out, we'll head up to Mt Sir Donald and look at conditions and wx.. Then south to Skaha and homeward bound.
Wish us luck.
21 July, 2011
shoshone spire
18 July, 2011
Missoula
Saw Gillian Welsh and David Rawlings last night in Missoula. Free ticket ... must be one of the best shows I can remember. Stu and Mariah and Pete in town. Climbed Liberty Bell a few days back (fantastic) but we are probably bailing on the Bugaboos ... too much snow! Avy danger in July .... really??? Hope to do a route in Bloggett tomorrow. Then southwards.
11 July, 2011
on the road
Mazama and the N. Cascades, Take 1
After the Asgaard rescue was called off, Anne and I decided to keep heading north. First we climbed a few routes on Cathedral Rock, including Canary, which we both thought was fantastic. Everything was going great, a good string of climbs and weather.
But great strings inevitably come short, and when we got to Mazama, my orienteering simply came unwound First, I juxtaposed two different sets of directions to the famous long bolt-route "Prime Rib" ... and thereby managed to make the opposite direction from where I knew the climb had to be. But we were following an obvious trail right? ... which did, in fact lead to a great route, Methow Inspiration Route 5-6 pitch 5.9+. Super fun beautiful day ... but had no idea what route we were on until later.
That evening we headed up to the pass were my notorious route finding would play yet a crueler joke. We planned to climb the Beckey Route on Liberty Bell (photo above) ... amazing eh. But Washington pass was still very much in winter conditions, and we were fortunate to have the foresight (or lunacy) to bring crampons and axes with us (in July!! ... to a rock route!!!) And we needed them.
But the conditions and the new area played havoc with our approach ... I never could be to sure of where we were in the range. I lacked a good photo of the entire range and could differentiate between the various spires. We were too close for a good prospective. When finally we got a good glimpse of the range we set up what we thought was the "obvious gully" leading up to Liberty Bell's south face and to the notch where Beckey's route starts. ... ...
The Van ... car camping has never been so good.
Our "other" climbing party ... a party of four goats!
Being observed as I belay Anne down a steep gully.
But the snow quickly became very firm and gradually steepened until I began to worry about Anne's comfort, and, instead of thinking about the route, started thinking about the best way down!
This perhaps was part of my downfall, because the farther up we went, the more certain I was that this was in fact the wrong gully. I saw nothing familiar (I'm not sure what I was looking for.)
There was no obvious route, and a family of goats was tumbling rocks down on us. I decided we needed to orient ourselves: lets head down to the southern end of the massif to where I knew we could find two classic routes up the South Early Winter Spire. .,.. ...
Which we found .. ...
Amazing E face of S Early Winter Spire
Climbing the South Arete. We came down from the top of the technical pitches to beat the weather. The hail came within 2 minutes of touching ground.
01 June, 2011
Memorial Day weekend
09 May, 2011
27 April, 2011
25 April, 2011
24 April, 2011
Engaged
Happy Days.
07 April, 2011
Alpental Avalanche Mission
http://www.komonews.com/news/local/119359894.html?tab=video
Good mission. Both EMR and SMR were there. Lots of good folks. Bad avy danger, but the mission ran smoothly. Somehow Bree was able to beat everyone down the hill with her litter! Subjects were in surprisingly good spirits and physical condition.
30 March, 2011
Guye Peak Mission
21 March, 2011
18 March, 2011
building boxes
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10 March, 2011
Everett Mtn Rescue
Also, we are raising money to buy a new truck, as the current truck has outlived its working life-span. If you can please donate to a great cause:
The donations link is on the bottom left. Email me if you have any questions.
Here is a link to a letter explaining the goals and situation in better detail:
07 February, 2011
06 February, 2011
Baker Backcountry
Backcountry weekend up at Mt. Baker. Very lucky the weather held. But the fog was rough. Not safe to ski in the open--no depth perception at all. Good education. Building snow caves was great fun. Anne and I built a Ranger's Trench with a tarp and skis. Turned out good.
Also real tough snow conditions on Saturday: breakable crust. I couldn't turn at all. Very humbling. Snow in the night gave pretty decent snow for Sunday--but still, the fog shut the skiing down.
Second-hand down booties are killer for winter camping!
01 February, 2011
Out of Alpental
We hope to retry Kaleetan on Thursday; this time with climbing boats and not skis ... which we may regret later.
26 January, 2011
Seattle Mountain Rescue
It is all down to JamieB Wood--she wrote me the most killer recommendation. Thanks Jamie.
http://www.seattlemountainrescue.org/