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. ... ...

After a good day on the Goat Wall and the Methow Inspiration Route

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.

Looking back from a better distance to realize, at last and to my dismay, that we had in fact climbed the proper gully to the Beckey Route. Unbelievable.
So, we are saving Beckey and another route of S Early Winter Spire for Part 2, ie--later this week!!!!