By this time the collective Front Range should be quite familiar with this view...
phot courtesy of www.cliffshade.com
For years I stared at this mountain, always my mind would take me there, up the ridge, down the bowl, then a gentle cruise back to the car with the wind at my back and the sun in my face. The dream was to do a winter ascent and ski descent. Finally, my mind had had enough, it was time for my legs to take me there. With the road closed and the gapers nestled in their down jackets, the time had come to climb and ski this peak in proper form.
The weather forecast could not have been more perfect <weather channel voice>Sunday, mostly sunny, winds northwest 10mph, diminishing to 5mph in the afternoon, high 28</weather channel voice>. My bro, climb2ski, the consumate partner, ever present, always punctual, picked me up at 4:30am.
Originally, I had wanted to climb the peak from Guanella Pass and ski the east side; however, with Guanella access limited this year I turned my eyes to the Chicago Creek route. We left Echo Lake at 6am and started the hike under the light of a full moon and a calm, crisp sky.
The trail was broken for the two miles to the cabin, but after that the footprints disappeared and we set the track to the Chicago Lakes. The rising sun revealed surroundings to our liking.
Skinning across Upper Chicago Lake with Mount Spalding in the background, looking fine for the spring time.
Four foot thick frozen pyschedelia, freaky.
After Chicago Lakes the route takes a rising traverse up to the Warren-Spalding saddle then down to summit lake, gaining about 1,300 feet in 0.6 miles. Not much snow to be found on this wind hammered western exposure. Here I am looking up at the sky wondering why a giant mouse is climbing up my leg.
At Summit Lake we took a nice break, we'd been going for awhile now and were beginning to feel somewhat worked. I had a turkey sandwich with mustard and hot peppers, climb2ski had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, pictures are available upon request. After the break we began the climb up to the summit, the face gains 1,500 feet in 0.75 miles. We were able to skin about 500 feet up the face, then switched over to bootpacking and rock hopping. So up and up we went, higher, higher into the sky, like chickens racing hamsters.
We made it to the summit around 1:30pm. I'm happy to be here.
climb2ski starting the descent from just below the summit.
The first turn looks good bro.
After the inital summit block, we headed onto the northeast face.
Here's a free lesson in schralping the gnar.
climb2ski found some good snow and he knows what to do it.
Vast abounding surroundings
climb2ski working the alpine zone
working it
feeling the flow
We skied the face right back to the road. Due to the lack of snow on Chicago Creek route we optimistically opted for a descent of the road. After Summit Lake we reached mile marker 9. The dream appeared in my my mind, I'm gliding down the Mount Evans road, effortlessly cruising a 9 mile groomer, soaking in the surroundings and reflecting on what I had just accomplished.
An hour later as I walked by mile marker 6, the asphalt under my feet reminded me that this was no dream. Mile marker 4 is ahead, what happened to mile marker 5, I don't know, but I know my feet are bleeding. At some point this road has to start descending, right? What's that I see, a snow covered road in the distance, down a hill, across a meadow. My eyes do not deceive me. Oh joy! The next 2 miles were just as I had dreamed, I guess I just had to be patient.
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