Saturday, October 9, 2010

Deseret Peak

From 2010-10-09

Deseret what?? I thought that I was well-versed in the Wasatch, but I had no clue where Deseret Peak was. Quickly, I Googled it: in the Stansbury range, about 11k, in a designated Wilderness area, less than 1 hr away from the city. Since it was clearly a win-win-win, I responded "yes" to the email. I'd get to meet and run with some new people, I'd get to run a new trail, and I'd get to do some ski recon.

I. The New People:

Jay, Darcie, and Brian descending Deseret Peak.

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George through the mist.

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Brian, Jay, and Greg on the Summit.

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II.  The New (to me) Trail

Not sure exactly what the name of the trail was, but we ran a counter-clockwise loop that ascended and descended Deseret Peak.  A cloud hung over the summit.  It had snowed earlier and there was a fall rime on the trees.

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III.  Ski Recon

Oh yeah . . . .

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The entrance:

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Sunday, October 3, 2010

Squawstruck

The word has been floating around that there's a new route (and only route) up the tiered ~2,000 ft south face of Squaw Peak. Making up the north side of Rock Canyon, and serving as an ornament above Provo, Squaw Peak has triggered the imaginations of many a climber. Once out of the lower reaches of the canyon, the rock type is predominately limestone, solid in areas, but typified by choss upon choss. Thus, trad attempts on the south face have been few and likely foolish, lucky not to end in tragedy.

So for years everyone has thought it, but in 2008, along comes some local kid with a drill and some big ideas to put a 2000 foot sport climb right up the limestone steps. After a couple partners, drills, and years, the product is complete. Named Squawstruck, the route is 1,900 ft, grade IV, 5.11-, and 22 pitches long. More information about the route and its history can be found here and here.



The route begins at the foot of the lowest buttress in the center of the photo and works its way up the tiered cliff bands, slowly working right before ending about 10 feet from the tippity top.

So Friday night I found myself without a plan or a partner for an adventure on Saturday. A text to little brother Sam solved that problem. The plan was to meet at 9:00 am after Sam got off his overnight call shift, blast the climb, and make it down so I could sleep a bit before my overnight shift. Interest grew, and soon our party of two became a party of 5 as Sam's little brother (my little little brother), his fiancee, and Lucas decided to join us.

As two roped parties of 2 and 3, time suddenly became a factor. To mitigate that, we climbed all over each other for the first 8 pitches, clipping each other's draws and leapfrogging up the climb. This was made easy by the huge belay ledges and relatively clean rock.



After the first 8, Lucas and Anne were ready to head out so they stole a rope and Sam's heart and bid us adieu.



From there it was 14 more to go.



About half way up there is a small cave that provides about the only shade on the whole route. I hid from the sun while Aaron belayed Sam.



Here's a look down from the crux of the whole route. It gets fairly steep here but the difficulties are over quickly and the pitch is short.



Sam firing the next pitch...still a bit steep.



A look up canyon at Provo Peak.



Y Mountain at golden hour.



Aaron, after topping out, is putting away the climbing shoes for something a little more comfortable.



Sam coiling the rope for the last time.



Cruising home, Autumn leaves under foot, surrounded by brilliant alpenglow.



Not wanting to carry a pack, I had a one liter Nalgene on my harness. Luckily, Lucas brought some Gatorade for the first 8, and Aaron was kind enough to share some sips from his hydration bladder. Almost turning into kimchi, I was PSYCHED to find a fountain along the descent trail.



Near the top there is a hidden "summit register" with only about 5 names in it, with one being the FA. The route was just finished near the end of this summer so ours has to be an early ascent. So since it's still new, here are a few thoughts. It's HOT. October 2nd...come on, felt like July 2nd in the sun all day.

The rock is still pretty chossy on the upper pitches. We had a couple falls as a result of holds breaking. Leading to the next thought - helmets are a must.

At first, the meandering nature was a detractor, but given all the loose rock, I think it actually adds some safety to the route as a party above us was knocking down bowling balls all day but they would harmlessly fall hundreds of feet to the side...until we pulled within a pitch or two at the end and were in their direct line of fire.

The climbing is mostly 5.9ish with distinct cruxes that make the pitches in the mid 10-11 range. There are a couple exceptions that seemed pretty continuous for the entire pitch (mostly in the middle/upper pitches).

It's long. Maybe the climbing felt a lot harder (yea, we shamelessly pulled on a couple draws) near the top simply because of the fatigue factor.

The anchors and bolting were very well done, but some of the pitches seem too short (although I rarely felt the urge to run them together). We did the 22 stated pitches in 20. Tristan's route description is dead on.

The FAs did a ton of work to put together a great local adventure. If it gets enough traffic to clean it up, I think it will be a huge classic (not necessarily for the climbing or the line or the rock, but the adventure). It was great to hike out that evening and then look back up and trace the line that I'd thought about for 10 years but never would have actually put together. Thanks again to Tristan and co.

Another adventure in the bank.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Lone Peak Cirque Crag Day

Another random mid week day off meant another day looking for some adventure. One of the best local places to look is at the toe of Salt Lake Valley (not sure why it's the toe, but in my mind the head would be the hills above the avenues). Follow the "Point of the Mountain" up the mountain and at the top you'll find an alpine wonderland.



A nice morning stroll deposited us at the nicest crag in the Wasatch.



On the agenda for the day was the classic, Triple Overhangs and a second route yet to be determined. We entertained thoughts of linking up routes on the main Summit Wall, the South Summit, and Question Mark Wall but date night was penciled in long before my calender opened up to go climbing.

Jumping on Triple O's, I magnanimously gave JD the plum pitches since I'd led them before with little brother Sam. Here's JD getting started.



JD sinking #2 cams and hand jams.



The best pitch in the Wasatch? JD posing. Poser.



Next up for the day:



The Lowe Route is a thing of beauty, that while visible from the valley floor, remains elusive to some (for those unaware of recent events, JD, Mike D, and Viking Lars tried to find the cirque to climb the Lowe Route, but ended up in Bell's Canyon and traversed over to Big Willow, and eventually found themselves dumbfounded in Sandy...Retards).

Goodbye to the cirque. Tons of climbing up there left for another day.



Looking back to Box Elder Peak, scene of one of my first and most terrifying ski descents.



Perfect weather, not another soul to be seen, and home by 7 to be a really lousy tired date. Not a bad day.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Lunar Ecstasy, Zion NP

Last week I had a random Thur and Fri off, so brother JD and I made a dash to Zion to get back on something steep and beautiful.

This is what we found


Our route, Lunar Ecstasy, ascends the dark varnish on the left of the large pillar (Moonlight Buttress). At grade V, 5.10 C2+, and a touch harder than the routine Zion trades, we thought it would be fun to commit and try to make it off before night fall.

We caught the first shuttle and were on route around 8:00 AM, just in time to catch the early morning light.


The Great White Throne and Angel's Landing

A look up canyon with classics Space Shot and Desert Shield visibile.



The first few pitches are a nice mix of free and aid. Here's JD freeing the 5.10 slot of pitch three.



A look up at pitch five and a couple sketchy moves over the belay ledge.



Ecstatic on ecstasy


Looking up pitch six. Steep.




Jugging up Pitch 7


JD topping out the route with a bit of daylight to spare. STEEP.


After getting down, JD and I went to the nearest faucet and downed two liters of water each. Waterlogged, we met Zack in town for some dinner, and then I had to drive through the night to make it to work the next day. I made it to a rest stop between Beaver and Nephi, slept in my car, and then zipped up I-15 to work, just in time.

The other guys? Those lucky bastards stayed and climbed the ultra classic Moonlight Buttress. It's alright, I'll be back for that one soon. Southern Utah is such a beautiful place, I always come home feeling alive and blessed by the wild travels.

Anyone up for a desert big wall?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A little bit of this and that

August sapped the life out of me. 80 hour work weeks and 90 degree weather disagree with my system. September has revived my soul as the temp has mellowed and the work demands are more reasonable. Little brother JD is in town for the month, but is here for school so the adventures have been tame and sporadic, but will hopefully pick up toward the end of the month. Here's a little of what's been going on.

I've been loving various MTN Bike rides along the shoreline, Bobsled, and the Crest trail...that is until the rear shock just popped off of the frame on my otherwise awesome bike.

That makes two bikes and my Dynafit boots that have all malfunctioned on me. Maybe I'm the problem. No finesse...?

Got out for a nice day in the mountains with lil JD (wifey) when we went for a run up the ever scenic Mt. Timpanogos. Jessie did great on all sections except the rocky switchbacks just before the final summit ridge. We had a "discussion" about the safety of hiking rocky terrain which resulted in her deciding to stay put while I tagged the summit.

Lil JD hunkering down

The other JD and I had a busy Saturday, running a trail marathon and then jumping out of an airplane for the first time in what will hopefully set us down the path to one day do this



I've also been out climbing a few times, which has been great since this summer has been a bit of a downer climbing wise. From the Black Peeler Buttress, I got a good look at Coalpit #4, which really didn't look any better than when we skied it back in March.

And, today I went up Olympus with brother JD and our pops. Our old man is really getting back into the climbing/mountaineering, and wanted to up the ante by getting comfortable placing gear, building anchors, and setting off to realize his own adventures. So we had him lead all six pitches up the West Slabs, cleaning some bomber pieces and finding some gear that looked like it had just come out of the shit factory.

Mike D trying to figure out how to place a cam on lead.
High on the West Slabs.
Alpenglow top out. Father and child.

September is most definitely one of the best months of the year. And while this one is quite a bit more low key than last year, the adventure inertia is building. Gonna have to fill up the tank before work destroys me again in November.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Kings Peak Marathon

Kings Peak Run from andy dorais on Vimeo.


Yesterday, my "son" Kyle Perry and I went out to the Uintas for a little run up Kings Peak. I had heard the trail is between 24 and 32 miles long, but once out there, we met a guy whole gave us directions for the best semi runnable trail and he claimed it is exactly 26.2 miles. Kyle is a former NCAA national champion in the steeple chase and currently runs for New Balance. I definitely had my hands full chasing him up hill for 13 miles.

Above video and pic taken with my new iphone 4

About a mile from the summit, we bumped into a couple guys on their way down that I recognized from a long time back. They were trying to run the "fastest known time" for Kings Peak. I guess there is some website that keeps track of the fastest reported times for many classic hikes/runs. Apparently, Kings is yet to be reported, so those guys figured they'd start with the record. Kyle and I were running steadily, but taking our time to stop and take pictures and chat with backpackers that were trying to figure out why we were underdressed and without big packs. But, on the way down, our conversation about the fastest time lurked in our minds and we ran a bit faster...until Kyle started to cramp up a bit and I was happy to join him in what became a walk/run/walk/run routine for the last couple miles.

Strolling back into the parking lot, we were surprised to find the other runners hanging out waiting for one of their lost buddies. They were eager to ask our car to car time (they had been holding the record for the "fastest known time" ...for that afternoon at least). That was until we informed them of our 5 hrs 29 min and 01 second new "record". They were good sports and it was fun to see other people out trying to cover some alpine ground quickly.

I'm sure there are tons of people who have run this trail faster. I can think of a few, just in SLC, that could probably knock off a good chunk of time. Sub 5 hrs wouldn't be too hard if we weren't goofing around so much, not that I'll be back for a while. And, I think the urge to ski in the Uintas is probably satisfied for the time being after seeing the long flat approaches and relatively gentle terrain.

Anyway, I have a few more summer plans in the works before the seasons change. But, like I mentioned at the end of the video...the count down has begun. 121 days until the winter solstice.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Speedgoat 50K

Last Saturday was the Speedgoat 50K, the brain child of Karl Meltzer


Karl runs ultras in the mountains and wins a lot of them. He touts the Speedgoat as the toughest 50K on the planet. Which, in the middle of the summer in Utah, and with nearly 12,000 vertical to gain and run down, he might be right. The Samurai wrote extensively about the day here, so I'm just going to publish a bunch of pictures - none of which I took. All pics from the event are from Pure Light Images (photographer Thomas Martens), race profiles by Jared Inouye and stolen from his blog. And the pic of the "Speedgoat" above is from the backcountry.com website. If anyone has a problem with me reposting, let me know and I'll take em down.

Race Profile:

It started with a huge 8 mile climb to the top of Hidden Peak and then over to Baldy.

Then we descended into American Fork amidst multitudes of rednecks out on their ATVs and dirt bikes. Don't they know they could have just run out there? It was at the turn around point that morale hit an all time low. I sat in a lounge chair eating a popsicle and just watched people come and go until I could heave myself out of the chair and up the 5000 ft(?) climb back to Little Cottonwood.

A cruel joke had us descending down Peruvian Gulch before heading back up the Cirque Trail to Hidden Peak. Some where along here my quads started cramping and each step got uglier and uglier. From Hidden Peak it was 6 miles of rocky down hill "running" to the finish. I cramped continuously from chest to legs and definitely walked some stretches. Surprisingly, my feet felt fine. I wore Nike Lunar Flys and got a bunch of snotty looks from other runners who wondered why I didn't have on dedicated trail shoes.

6:30 AM start



Early in the race - still pretty happy



Walking near the top of Baldy. I'd guess 10ish miles weren't "runnable" for me, which resulted in a bunch of hiking.



About 20 miles in I started to feel pretty good again (for about 4-5 miles before the real self destruction began). I made up ground on a few people and it was nice to be running after some steep sections out of AF.



And, I was feeling better than this guy.

Jared's blow up happened about 3-4 miles before mine so I was lucky to stay in front (but behind about 20 others) the rest of the way.

To recap, it was hard. Really hard. There's a lot more to it than just running. Nutrition is a big deal and I think I may have gotten a bit behind as evidenced by the cramping during the race and the fact that when I got home, both legs seized so badly in the driveway, that I fell down and called Jessie to come help me into the house. I think my overall feeling is that these distances are totally foreign, difficult to adjust to, and strangely alluring. I took a few days off, but am already scheming up plans for another...