Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Pioneer Peak Hike

Several interesting things have happened lately: I no longer have giardia; my camera will be spending a quiet and lonely winter sitting by a river in the Arctic; I've discovered how awesome duck hunting is; and we hiked Pioneer Peak.

I clearly remember Pioneer from my first ski trip to Alaska. As you drive towards Anchorage from the North, Pioneer's 6,200 vertical foot face screams at you. Since then I've dreamed about skiing it. When Whit and Kelly mentioned hiking it, I figured it would be a good recon mission.

Pioneer's huge west face, topping on the cake on the drive back from a great day at Hatcher Pass.

We got off to the usual early start. Erin woke me up with a phone call 15 minutes after I was supposed to be at her house, then we drove back across town to pick up a pair of shoes. Not everyone hikes in their slippers.


Pioneer's two summits coming into view:

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Penguin Ridge Hike - 9.7.2014

When Roman Dial describes it as "the best day-hike in the Chugach", you know you should do it. You should also know that Dial's idea of world class "day-hiking" involves burning calves, bushwhacking, and treacherous down climbs. Now I know that.

Penguin Ridge is another one of those adventures that I've been hearing about since the day I got here. Because the hike is all about the views, you want a day with perfect weather. Last week we got that day, so Whit, Kelly, Rachel, Alex, and I set out on the much anticipated hike.

I've really been looking forward to this hike along the skyline of Turnagain Arm. With unobstructed views in all directions, I figured it be both a trip down memory lane, and a chance to plot more memory makers. It was all that, and memorable too.

Shortly after a car drop/bathroom break/blueberry fritter pit stop in Girdwood, we were on the trail from Bird towards Penguin Peak. The fall colors have really started to pop in the last week, here they are just beginning to show across the valley on Bird Ridge.


The first bit of the trail is a rough wake up call. Its steep, slippery, overgrown, and beary. No, not berry. Alex and I both hate mornings, that's probably why we get along, heads down and no talking for the first hour:


The minute we we reached the the ridge and the sun poured onto us, we knew the day was going to be fantastic. Alex with Falls Creek in the background:



Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Caines Head - Feb 2014

The last seven months have been absolutely great. 20 Mile, Carpathian, Kanuti: its impossible to pick a favorite. But, at the beginning of February things were bleak. Actually, they were dark and downright wet. December and January were filled with unstable snow and, as the Weather Service put it, a firehouse of tropical moisture (rain).

That Friday night brought the usual weekend warrior data collection and decision making: making phone calls, reading blogs, and checking weather stations. Conclusion: it had rained everywhere; skiing was not in the cards.

So, Toni, Alex, Rachel, and I did something different: we didn't go skiing. Instead we drove south toward Callisto Cabin (reservations here) along the beach outside of Seward.

Our dear friend Nick had been making the most of the rain by skating the smooth ice that it had left behind. Following his advice we stopped at Tern Lake on the way to Seward:


The hike to the Caines Head cabins is an awesome beach walk at low tide. With the short winter days, the low tide occured in the dark. Walking on the icy beach in the dark in February was a bit sketchy, which I was recently reminded of when my coworker broke his leg doing the same walk in the day this summer.

Walking in the dark, we felt the cold katabatic wind draining the valley behind the Callisto Cabin and knew it was time to leave the beach and look for the cabin. Found it!


All hut/cabin trips are accompanied with at least a few memorable games of Bananagrams. This time Toni learned a new word. Thanks Alex!


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Colorado Trail: Molas Pass -> Durango

I've been looking forward to my Colorado trip all summer; particularly riding the Colorado Trail from Molas Pass to Durango. The plan was for Jordan and I to meet Lindsay on the way through Gunnison. Then we would stash our camping gear in the middle of the ride at Hotel Draw before driving back to Molas Pass to start the two day ride. Each day would be a 65 km alpine ride with 1,500 meters of climbing.

The trip certainly didn't get off to the smoothest start. On Saturday Erik picked the Wattage Cottage (my bike) and I up at the airport in Denver, but the bike box would only fit in the bottom of his hatchback. So, we unpacked, then repacked all his camping and biking gear at the airport. I'm not sure that the can of white gas and various sharp camping tools were appreciated by TSA, but it is a loading zone after all.

Soon we were in the parking lot at Buff Creek assembling my bike. The bike did not escape the trip unscathed: missing brake pad, bent derailleur hanger, missing brake lever pin, and a bubble in the brake line. Also, my suspension was still spewing oil and air from the two unsuccessful services by the bike shop. Erik's rear hub was dying too.

Headed out from Molas Pass on Day 1.

After disassembling my multi-tool and reassembling it as part of my brake lever, Erik and I hobbled onto the trails.

Lindsay somewhere between Molas Pass and Hotel Draw.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Arctic Valley -> Glen Alps Traverse - 8.9.2014

Vitals:
Kilometers Hiked: 48
Vertical Meters Gained: 2,600
Departed Home: 6:30 AM
Returned Home: 12:00 AM

For a while Malcolm and Haley have been talking about an adventure in the Chugach Front Range. I'd been doing my best to steer clear of it. But in the end, a combination of factors conspired to suck me in.
Early morning in the Chugach; Korohusk on the left, a glaciated Chugach giant just barely visible center right.

It all started on my birthday, when, in an effort to feel young I decided to do a flip off the the slack line. A few minutes later Haley had a severely sprained ankle. If not for that sprained ankle they would have been blissfully bushwhacking while I blissfully spent the day in my office bouncing on my exercise ball.
Following the ridge East from Arctic Valley. Lots of vertical to be gained and lost there. Lots of blueberries too.

Then there was the next time the idea came up. Owen and I were sitting in the parking lot at Kincaid, my fork had just been "serviced", meaning the shop had successfully removed all the seals without replacing them.
Farther along the ridge, looking back at Hiland Road.