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Avery
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NZ
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American Alpine Journal 2003
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Sierra Ledge Rat
Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
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Big walls in that area DA SH#T.
Testosterone is flowing now!
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nah000
climber
no/w/here
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thanks Avery!
thorough and inspiring as always!
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melski
Trad climber
bytheriver
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hey d2,,a good friend of mine would have info from that area if you may be going there,,,Samuel Johnson,Anchorage area,,later season,drier sometimes,,good luck,,
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, Avery... wow, wow and more wow...
this thread is growing like (as my mom would say) 'the oxalis all over the back yard' ...
wow, so many 'shades of great stuff here'...
the pics, the routes, the info, etc...
thank you so much!!!
covering everything,thought-wise, and keeping our attention, :)
very nice!
plant example of said oxalia, :))
https://images.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=A0LEVixqvNdUR7oAOQAnnIlQ;_ylu=X3oDMTB0N25ndmVnBHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2JmMQR2dGlkA1lIUzAwNF8x?_adv_prop=image&fr=yhs-mozilla-001&va=oxalis+plant&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-001
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Avery
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American Alpine Journal 2004
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Avery
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American Alpine Journal 2003
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Avery
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Kichatna Spires: Alaska Range trip report.
This is an account of an Alaskan trip to the Middle Triple Area by Kevin Thaw and Calder Stratford in 1996. They managed to do two new routes, naming them the Alaskan Rose and Dreams of Sea, both 5.10+ A4-ish.
Alaska's climbing scene revolves around a small strip of tarmac in Talkeetna. Denali aspirants and steep seekers alike share the row of Bush Plane laden hangers. Talkeetna is a minimal township, geared around adventure tourism and always with a bush plane in its skies. Most Alaskan endeavors begin here.
Our pilot J flew a couple of parties in to McKinley's base camp, yet firmly remained negative about our chances of seeing the Cathedral Spires anytime soon. The Cathedral Spires (often called Kichatna Spires) are located approximately 70 miles southwest of the McKinley massif amid the Kichatna Mountains. This precipitous granite region is famed for fickle weather and broken dreams. Many laughed at our optimism in expecting prompt travel to the region. It never hurt to hope.
Tensions eased with the arrival of some familiar faces. Noel Craine, Strappo, Jimmy Surette and Steve Quinlan now pulled onto the airstrip. Strappo and I am ex-patriot Brits, loving to call ourselves English but would not necessarily want to live there. Noel Craine, a braver soul, still resides on the pestered isle. We caught up on trash talk as they prepared for the Great Gorge of the Ruth. If our chosen region was visible while J flew this crew, travel would get the green light.
On returning J had not viewed the Spires, but was willing to give it a try. Packing our sizable racks, portaledges, food and fuel seemed to cause Mr. Hudson great amusement. The load amounted to four big haul bags and four smaller packs. Calder, his father Lynn Stratford and I crammed everything into the small red Cessna. Bush pilots usually allow 850lbs per aircraft, but luckily their method was less than scientific when evaluating the sum: J eyeballed and guesstimated the total.
Easing forward the throttle we quickly became part of the Alaskan sky. J switched into the mode of an enthused guide, pointing out the features and history of the tundra as it swept beneath, and always joking on his plane's capabilities.
The Tatina Glacier Valley was our intended locale. We now careened towards one of its more sizable alpine hunks and banked hard upping the G force on the air mobile. Wearing an ear to ear grin, our pilot conveyed true love for this work. During Alaska's dark months J heads to the Southwest deserts, combing for lost treasure, artifacts, and trinkets. He thinks strangely of our adventuring, but has his own at heart.
The Cessna's snow skis have to be hand pumped into position, eventually digging into glacial snow. Quickly unloading J departed with a final, "Yeah, we'll come get you if the weathers good", "see you in a month". At 9:30 p.m. daylight does not diminish, in fact the term "daylight" isn't very applicable during northern summer time. Using this late light we ferried loads up to the Tatina's widest point, avoiding encampment below one of the many sloughing gullies. Alone, climbing or eating is just about the only way to pass time. With camp established, choosing an objective is left until the following day; certainly no shortage of fresh pickings in this stark grey/white land. The Tatina's carved valley will remind some of Chamonix, French alpine towns whittling away many youthful years. The summits around us share many characteristics with the Aiguilles.
After a day of snow shoeing and scoping potential lines, both Calder and I felt a little spoiled by El Cap's right side. After arriving in the Kichatnas with ideals of finding a northern "Sea of Dreams", a touch of disappointment crossed us on not finding a huge protected, continuously overhanging wall. Still, no point in worry; steep surfaces to soak up our energy abound. We chose a Half Dome size spire & ridge as an initial objective: A camp side attraction and load ferrying ensued. Our route followed a weakness in a steep buttress leading into a long ridge; the initial section could be climbed via a long diagonal gash, but instead we opted for a path through a series of roofs, to attain the hanging headwall. A free pitch cleared us of the glacier and recently exposed choss. Under the main roof's centre and out of rope Calder plugged in the second anchor. Belays were drilled single bolts, enabling easy rapping without leaving precious rack. Steep, precarious hooking through two tiers of overhangs, finally relinquishing to easier terrain, with some slabby free climbing into the headwall's main crack-line. Ropes were left fixed at the headwall's base.
On returning to camp we found Lynn, our site engineer, had filled the day with construction projects. Walls and ditches now fortified the humble abode: Everything perfectly set up. Lynn was not accompanying us for the whole ride, choosing only a week of sparse living. He brought much relief to tent life, and was by far the best card dealer.
We awoke to snow beating upon the nylon canopy. Alarm clocks were left to sound, ignored; by mid-afternoon we were able to exit the tent as clouds parted relinquishing perfect conditions. Tomorrow would be THE day. Lounging and baking passed the remainder of a much needed lazy day.
Our climbing day brought a little more wind than ideal. Everything set and ready, procrastination was far outweighed by motivation. Speedy snow-shoeing and a jumar, deposit us atop the fixed lines. Calder took the lead while I engaged in belay aerobics. Shadow boxing and deep knee bends kept me warm as Calder nailed the rope to the next station. Cleaning the pitch warmed me considerably, but new found warmth did not help convince of the next pitch's free climb-able nature. Staying in the aiders for the entire pitch would be too easy, and time consuming. Free climbing shoes were decided upon; during the next debate, whether or not to tote aiders, Calder interjected "Take 'em & you'll use them", so true. Into the bag they went, along with hammer and pins.
Twenty feet later with only a badly tipped Camelot; I would have happily pounded pins and bounced in aiders. Upwards is all that really counts, I just continued laybacking the smooth flare. An unexpected 'sinker' hand jam offered respite and protection, keeping the pitch from getting too scary. The steep groove/crack eventually faded at a small ledge. The pitch's second half encompassed many loose and exfoliating flakes. It had my interest. Running out of rope with hands on a small shelf; only the cords elasticity allowed placement of a meager seven piece belay. I say meager because no single piece was very good, their combination seemed to work. A snowflake drifted by, absorbed by the prior lead I'd been oblivious to the sky. Engulfing clouds crept from behind our peak's ridge. Without enough rope to fix, and no desire to repeat lower pitches, we quickly free climbed onwards, forever eying changing clouds. Trading pitches successively eased moving us toward the summit ridge. Its extensive lichen crust guarded the rock against direct touch which make for very interesting climbing. The summit was finally gained, hollow glory was ours to behold. As we reveled in achievement the snow began falling in earnest. The endless abseil ensued; towards safety and the comforts of our pokey yellow home.
Upon return, without major epic: The following morning brought frenzy, Lynn's bush plane was due to arrive, and he wasn't eager to stay. We hoped to hitch a ride over to Middle Triples East Buttress, but were informed there's no landing site on that side of the peak, Rats! Dejected we gazed up to the col, glowering from a steep snowy four thousand feet above. Dividing loads between pack and sled bolstered dwindling psyches and tramped towards the obscured goal. Note: plans were for traveling light with a sub 24 hour ascent in mind. The col was guarded by yawning crevasses and very steep snow; gravity favored the sleds weight over any forward motion. Hours of toil passed, & with the main approach hazards gone we finally gazed beyond the col. Tell-tale streaks whisked the sky far to the South thus capping effort, & motivation. A storm was approaching. We turned tail and scuttled back to sanctuary. Night fell (only measured by chronology with no relation to light) the clouds drew around; leaving four feet of snow by the next day. Ten days in the hole ensued, our saving grace was the clouds reflective properties, pertaining to radio waves. On clear nights no signal, but in the thick of storms four channels loud & clear.
Day nine under nylon showed signs of a stutter in weather, short sunny spells late in the day & slow barometric rise. Day Ten was our first time outside in many days, straight to the next project we went. Short approach, but brutal, with many feet of fresh snow, snowshoes punching through deeply. With only a few days left before mandatory extraction, a sense of urgency was decidedly felt. The first clear day allowed us to complete two semi-dry, and quite run-out slabby pitches free pitches. The small gear bag hung high atop the fixed lines. Taunting us the next morning; at times barely visible through the many swirling clouds. Bad went to worse with rain being the new torment. Snow seemed preferable at this point because it takes longer to soak the rock and feed abundant black lichen. Everything was saturated. Hopefully enough days remained to send this route; we'd have to go even if it meant climbing in bad weather the day before our extraction.
One more rainy day thwarted us, dowsing everything including my free climbing psyche. Contemplating suiting up and aiding, no matter what the sky's state, but instead we waited. Resolve was rewarded with the best day I believe the Kichatnas can offer. In almost warm sunshine, fixed lines hung loosely and above concerns of skating on wet lichen were no longer a problem. At the line's high point moving off the belay to a thin, crispy flare had me jamming and laybacking, wishing for better pro. Leading using a long thin lost arrow to scrub clean the various foot holds and thin jams. This was the key. Our plan was to moan up the right most headwall crack. Instead the cliff steered us left, towards the prouder of the two fissures, but a perfect ledge stance below it could not be ignored. On this route we added single bolt belays with a nice deep rivet for back-up (1").
From the cliff's base the soaring golden headwall appeared to have a "Harding slot" type feature. Once upon it, this was hardly the case; instead, a shallow bottoming groove. Initially easily tamed by hand jams, then tapering and thinning to a mere trough. The slot allowed reasonably good pro, yet the rock was always crystalline, its teeth claimed much skin. Halfway out my next lead, with a string of junk pro behind, a similar trough got steeper and generally worse. I couldn't aid. Besides, the new trough was minus a thin crack in the back, where pro had been possible before. Placing two marginal pieces at the point of no return, I searched for options. A quick glimpse of some face holds appearing to the right with some tenuous traversing to what looked like a flake. Leaving my high pro, (it is hard to consider your follower in moments like these) the face traverse did indeed link to an easy layback. I ran it out avoiding an awkward follow, thus redeeming any previously unvoiced inconsideration for Calder. These flakes lead directly to a point above the belay then leftwards to an easy chimney. Calder stepped into the chimney and later deemed it "hardly climbing" after cruising an easy boulder hop pitch. A final 5.8 off-width pitch & we stood atop the spire. Built a cairn, to mark passing, trundled some good size chunks, then rapped back down the route. Elongated shadows stretched eastward across us, caused by the sun's shallow elliptical path. We dubbed the route "Alaskan Rose," named after the abundant, sharp lichen. It shares appearances akin to the garden bloom yet when slightly damp it's sturdy enough to grab for a move or two.
One thing we learned; Alaska seems to require a relaxed approach, at least 50% of our time was spent storm-bound. Just when cabin fever began building the weather almost always broke, sometimes it was only long enough to step outside. During o month days of glacial life the only human encounter was the occasional aircraft drifting far overhead. On exiting our brief glacial home, it's hard not to remain inspired by the plethora of steep looking walls in surrounding valleys. Alpine route potential remains just as vast...
Photo's and text by Kevin Thaw©
Special thanks to Kevin Thaw
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Avery
climber
NZ
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American Alpine Journal 1985
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Larry Nelson
Social climber
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Feb 10, 2015 - 09:49am PT
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Avery,
Thanks for all of your posts and efforts, as well as those of others.
What a fascinating and little known region of Alaska.
I've flown over the area South of there near Mt Hesperus, and while it looks equally wild and big, it doesn't have the steepness of the Kichatna's.
A worthy bump to the front.
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bringmedeath
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la la land
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Feb 10, 2015 - 10:38am PT
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Bauman several years ago.
The guy that took that photo (RIP), said Tom would write letters instead of emails sometimes. I know my friend loved getting those letters, I always meant to send a snail mail letter to him (my friend) but never got around to it, just cause that is so rare these days. I know getting to climb with Bauman meant a lot to my friend. He was so excited to meet Tom, he always brought it up.
I am pretty sure Jack Lewis was pretty hardcore also... well duh! I remember looking down on one of his climbs, in the same cragging area as the above photo, looked hard. I think at the time it had never been repeated. Of course I could be totally wrong. That day was great, we repeated a bunch of the "old" dudes routes. It was also the day one of the old dudes lost his life at Smith. His voice echoed though the hills that day... still maybe the weirdest experience of my life. I didn't know him, my friend knew him well.
I also remember searching for some crags Bauman had done some routes at. I stopped looking as I found this incredibly weird hole filled with odd colored water. It was a windy day and the area was filled with this odd noise/music. Well I found some tree with this odd "hole" the wind was funneling through. I'm sure my friend ended up going back to those crags after meeting Bauman, but I remember thinking... no wonder Tom named the place with some water themed name. The elk trail was impressive too.
Sure I will edit this as I'm in a hurry.
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Avery
climber
NZ
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Feb 10, 2015 - 04:25pm PT
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American Alpine Journal 1988
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Avery
climber
NZ
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Feb 12, 2015 - 12:06am PT
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American Alpine Journal 1978
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Larry Nelson
Social climber
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Feb 12, 2015 - 06:08pm PT
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Nothing to add, just want to bump this great forum topic to the top
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Avery
climber
NZ
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Feb 13, 2015 - 01:36am PT
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American alpine Journal 1977
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marty(r)
climber
beneath the valley of ultravegans
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Feb 13, 2015 - 09:17am PT
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Frosty bump for the writings of Twid Turner!
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Avery
climber
NZ
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Feb 14, 2015 - 04:55pm PT
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American Alpine Journal 1979
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hobo_dan
Social climber
Minnesota
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Feb 14, 2015 - 06:09pm PT
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Embicks trip into the Kichatnas has to go down as the most successful climbing trip ever!
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Avery
climber
NZ
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Feb 14, 2015 - 10:37pm PT
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I agree with you, hobo_dan.
I always thought Embick was a somewhat under appreciated climber. I think he made five separate trips to the Kichatnas. His tragic death was climbing's loss.
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