| Ad Astra Per Aspera--a snowy day in the Crestone group
Brad and I had made plans for the weekend to climb Wheeler Peak, New Mexico's highest, followed by Little Bear's SW ridge. However, for the second time this season, weather thwarted our plans. Neither of us were willing to attempt an arduous 4th class route in snow, so we looked for something easier. We finally settled on Challenger and Kit Carson, though I suspected even that pair would be a demanding climb in snowy conditions, and that Challenger would live up to its name. I was right...
We set off from Longmont at an unholy 2 AM on Saturday, making short work of the drive to Wheeler Peak. Unfortunately, the supposedly-good weather forecast proved wrong, and the peaks were engulfed in the clouds. We proceeded, getting a few views down toward Williams Lake before passing into the clouds. Wind, cold, some light snow cover, and a nearly-complete lack of views characterized most of the climb. Naturally, the weather began to clear as we reached the trailhead and drove out.
After a stop for lunch on the outskirts of Taos--it was Brad's first time in the state, and I of course had to introduce him to New Mexican cuisine!--we headed west, then north toward the Crestone group. The drive through Conejos County brought back unfortunate memories of rural Ohio. We made good time to the town of Crestone, and short work of the road to the trailhead. As we were packing, we chatted with a few guys who'd climbed both peaks that day, and reported it difficult, but doable.
Around 5 PM, Brad and I set off. I'd been on the route before, having climbed Mt. Adams with Brian over Memorial Day, which is a worthy summit in its own right. I remembered the trail well, and we were soon heading up the main drainage below Willow Lake. Brad, whose previous Crestone experience had been the Cottonwood Creek drainage, was awed by the admittedly impressive views on the approach.
The shoulder of Challenger from the approach...this view never gets old
The alpenglow on the rime-ice-encrusted shoulder of Challenger was sublime.
Alpenglow on Challenger
Darkness fell as we crested the headwall, and we soon decided to forgo camping at the lake and just grab the first campsite we found, which we did. We set up camp and, too exhausted to choke down anything more than a bit of snack food, soon retired for the night.
The next morning dawned cold and mostly clear. Brad and I dragged ourselves out of our warm sleeping bags around 4:30 AM and were soon on our way. Even in the dark, the way to Willow Lake felt familiar, and we'd soon reached the western shore; I stopped a few minutes to admire the falls and surrounding peaks bathed in moonlight. From here, route-finding was confusing, and we picked our way through the profusion of use trails trying to find the continuation of the main trail. After a few wrong turns, we finally got on the route and were soon passing over the rocky flats above the waterfall. We were ahead of schedule, and took a lengthy break here to mentally prepare for the climb ahead.
Getting onto the trail up Challenger proved a bit tricky--we just started cutting up the hill where my waypoint suggested the turn would be, in spite of an obvious trail--but quickly found the way. The trail was relentlessly steep, but otherwise pleasant enough in its frozen state. Within a few hundred feet, we started noticing tiny patches of snow. As the sky began to lighten, we were treated to an incredible vista of the surrounding peaks...Kit Carson was covered in what looked like a thin layer of frost and rime ice, with Mt. Adams poking above the clouds, snow-capped.
Kit Carson in the pre-dawn light
Mt. Adams from partway up Challenger
The sun peeked over the mountains shortly after, bathing the upper reaches of Challenger in orange.
Where we're headed...
As we reached roughly 13,000' up, the snow thickened to the several inches we were to encounter for the rest of the climb.
Sunlight hitting Kit Carson
The snow made things both more and less easy...yes, we were spared some of the loose scree, but the snow also made for a bit of excitement in some mildly exposed areas. Brad and I slowly and carefully found a workable route up the rocky bulges and gullies of Challenger's slopes through a combination of route-finding and luck.
Brad making his way up Challenger's snowy slopes
At long last, we drew near the notch on the ridge and the slope abated.
Nearing the notch
I popped over the ridge to see...nothing at first, just a sea of clouds. But then, the clouds gradually pulled away to reveal a far-reaching vista of the San Luis Valley. Brad topped out a few minutes later. We both crossed over and traversed along the west side of the ridge until that became too challenging and exposed, then scrambled up to the ridge crest.
The last quarter mile to the summit, following the ridge, was wonderful.
Approaching Challenger's summit
I felt like I was floating on air, the going was easy, and the slopes off to the left were not at all worrisome. The sun was high and the breezes, gentle.
Brad on the final few feet up Challenger...
In almost no time at all, we topped out on Challenger to incredible views in virtually every direction. Clouds played over the surrounding peaks, but everywhere else, blue skies prevailed. We could see distant snowcapped Pikes Peak and the Blanca massif, which reinforced our satisfaction at having canceled plans for Little Bear. Crestone Peak even made a brief, ice-coated appearance. But it was of course Kit Carson that dominated the views, waiting patiently for us to traverse her slopes. We were soon on our way.
The distant Blanca group
The summit plaque, the town of Crestone far below
Crestone Peak making an appearance. Sadly, the best view of it we'd have all day...
The descent from Challenger was straightforward, and we were soon at the saddle between the peaks. I took an unnecessarily hard route up a short couloir, then began making my way up the Avenue, Brad shortly behind.
Ascending the Avenue
Upon reaching the highest point of the Avenue, however, things drastically changed--within literally a few feet, we went from crystal-clear blue skies to a murky, unpleasantly warm cloud.
at the highpoint of the Avenue, where Kit Carson was doing its Jekyll and Hyde thing
The Avenue looked much sketchier from here, at least what we could see of it. I asked Brad to lead for a while, and we cautiously began making our way downward. The day had warmed enough that bits of snow were sloughing off the upper reaches of the mountain and collecting on the Avenue--and our heads! We were both glad to have helmets...
At last, we drew near the standard route's gully, which was predictably snowy, and steep but not impossibly so. The clouds very briefly cleared as we started up, providing a brief view of Columbia Point.
A brief view of Columbia Point
Our ascent route up Kit Carson
We first made an ascending traverse of the gully, then went up through some small boulders. Past here, the slope eased a bit, and I was more comfortable making a roughly direct assault up the gully, with some switchbacks thrown in on the snowier parts.
Looking back down...
Nearing the crest of the ridge, and clearer skies, on Kit Carson
I discovered that most of the rime ice coating the rocks was now coming loose at the slightest touch. Excellent--more handholds for us! We were ascending (I believe) a bit to the right of where we should've been, so I found a good opportunity to cross over a rock rib several dozen feet below the ridge crest. Finally, I topped out and could see most of the remaining ridge to the top. It was narrow and, on the right side, fairly exposed. But it wasn't that difficult.
The final bit of scrambling to the summit
A few minutes later, and the summit of Kit Carson was ours.
Willow Lake from the summit, far below
Looking back at Challenger
We didn't spend very long on top; the ascent from camp had claimed seven hours, and we were worried about potentially unstable snow on the descent. Not to mention, the cloud of presumably sublimating snow was still blocking any views to the south. After a few pictures and a quick snack, we began descending. Our footprints made for easy route-finding, and we almost entirely followed them except for where brief easier stretches existed. So focused was I on descending that I found myself taken by surprise by the cairn marking our exit from the gully. We'd just surmounted perhaps the part I'd worried about the most, and I hadn't been spooked at all! After half a minute, we found our way back onto the Avenue.
Me, on the returning ascent of the Avenue
Even going uphill, we made good time. I was amazed to see how much wet snow and ice had accumulated on the Avenue since we'd last traveled it; in many places, our footprints had vanished. We topped out at the Prow, descended back to the saddle (this time taking an easier route), and made short work of the last climb up to Challenger. At last, the day's uphill climbing was finished. We stuck around for a bit again, grabbing some food, then made our way back to the notch.
Kit Carson. We were up THERE!?
Obligatory summit shot
And now, Brad
This was the other part I'd really worried about, but the substantial snow melting that had occurred in just a few hours had made the route easier, if muddier. The descent was nowhere near as bad as I'd feared, excepting one or two places where a tricky traverse using rocky handholds was necessary. I breathed a mental sigh of relief as we reached the end of the snow; only mud remained now. Carefully at first, then more quickly, we descended. At one point, we spotted a pika wandering about the tundra. Brad yelled at it to spook it--and promptly slipped and fell on his ass! Frankly, I think he deserved that one.
A last view of Mt. Adams
Back at the lake, we spent a bit of time getting photos of Kit Carson and the picturesque waterfall at the lake's east end.
Looking back at Kit Carson from near the waterfall
I could see a few tents, and yet nobody seemed to be around. I realized that we hadn't seen a single soul since the previous afternoon, and reflected on how desolate the lake had been back in May. Now, the lake held a more cheery demeanor, but I still found the lack of any sign of life a bit unsettling. We continued on, making it back to camp perhaps 15 minutes later.
All we now had to do was pack up and pack out. When doing so, it hit me that I'd forgotten to eat my summit avocado--so I did that now. Delicious! We were soon on our way, hoping to make it down before sunset. As it turned out, we made excellent time, arriving back at the car in only a bit over an hour and a half. The trip was uneventful, save for spotting a few deer near the trailhead. We rolled through Crestone (spotting the first other humans we'd seen in over a full day) and caught a stunning view of Challenger bathed in alpenglow from the setting sun.
Challenger (hiding its true snow cover) and a bit of the Peak, from Crestone, at sunset
Off we drove toward home, leaving the Sangres for the most recent, but certainly not the last time. What an incredible weekend.
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