Wednesday, August 29, 2012

My First Summit, Gannett Peak, in the Wind River Range, WY.

My urge to climb a mountain started in July, 2012, not too long after I got back from our usual climbing trip in the Black Hills, South Dakota, with  several good friends of mine.

As I was contemplating of which mountain I should lay eyes on for this adventure, Gannett Peak came across my mind. She is the highest peak in Wyoming (sorry, Grand Boobies, you're not the one). So, not only is Gannett 13,809 feet above the sea level, which would be the highest elevation I've ever been on, but also the most remote of all the state high points in the lower 48. Thought process and excitement flooded my mind.

Am I ready for this? Why do I strive for something that's way over my capability? How do I know if there's a limit? Will I do it right? I immediately worked on my research, read trip reports, and talked to people about doing it solo on this beastly expedition. I found several topographic maps, acquired multiple climbing routes, and learned some useful techniques about glacier travel and self-rescue from friends and the internet.

The plan started.

On August 15th, 2012, I left for this epic expedition of my own and arrived in Dubois, WY, late evening on August 16 after driving for 17 hours from St. Paul, Minnesota.

That night, I decided to get a campsite at a local campground that was only several miles away from the trailhead in order to sort out my gear, and also, to get a good night sleep before hitting the trail.



Day 1, 2 & 3
Glacier Trail Approach: 
23 miles to basecamp; 
3,590 feet gain.

In to the Wind River Range, Glacier Trail welcomed me right away with a crap load of constant uphill and switchback suckfest. Immediately after was the high 5-mile Burro Pass that would take you to the end of the world where you might reconsider climbing Gannett.


I learned that these switchbacks did not take me to the top of the pass. Further on, there was still a very long slope to go up above the tree line. Several hours into the hike up on these hills, I could tell the air was getting thin as the trail got more rocky, and it was necessary to pick each step. The blazing sun blasted its best heat wave on my face, just enough for me to drain my sweat on this thirsty meadow.

Once I attained the Pass, it was, for me, a matter of grinding it out, one miserable step at a time. I was tired, I was hot, and I was beginning to wonder what on earth had prompted me to embark upon this insane adventure. After hating my life for 11 miles, I finally made it to Phillips Lake, the first water source, and rested there for the night. Rumor said that a lot of sleep and hydration would help these tired muscles and joints.





The next morning, breakfast was heavenly. I needed to eat and prepare for the suck. After demolishing the whole dehydrated meal and  several Cliff bars, I quickly chugged 2 full bottles of water, mixed with chia seeds and honey. An hour later, I continued on the good old trail and reached Double Lake, Star Lake, and the view of Honeymoon Lake. Beautiful morning. Beautiful sun. Beautiful lakes. Long series of switchbacks appeared. No problem. I went down some thousand vertical feet with more rocks and gravel to encounter the most beautiful creek I've ever seen. After approaching the Big Meadows, Dinwoody Creek and Klondike Creek lead me to Wilson Meadows in less than 2 hours. At this point, Gannett peaked her face around the corner for the very first time to say, "Hey, silly girl, you're only half way there!" The hike was a lot less strenuous, but I decided to pitch my tent early anyway to get plenty of rest for the final push tomorrow. Highlight of the day: I saw a herd of elk and a moose shortly after my first sight of Gannett Peak.

Double Lake
View of Gannett Peak for the very first time.
A herd of Elk
Say Hello to my little Moose.
 The third day of this solo expedition started out very, very wet. And by "mwett", I meant crossing Gannett Creek and the many rivulets that form the headwaters of Dinwoody Creek. There were three or four of these to cross in this area and each had a makeshift bridge formed by logs thrown across. I figured out the way through this confusing area and made it over safely with great help from the trekking poles.


Continuing up the trail, about an hour later, I passed the tree line and walked up the valley toward the mountain. With green meadows and colorful wild flowers in abundance, and thousands of feet of towering rock on both sides, this valley was, so far, one of the most pleasant sights yet. However, the ascent up the long, steep sections leading directly to the gentle swayback grew increasingly aggravating and seemingly never-ending. Finally, it brought me almost to the end of Glacier Trail and the beginning of nasty boulder fields. I found a convenient, flatter area and called it a day.

















Day 4
 - Pre-Summit Interlude.


There were a few potential factors to my concern on successfully climb the summit: dehydration, lack of oxygen, lack of time to acclimatize, out of shape, bad weather, basecamp too far, running out of time... So, I gave myself an extra day at the "basecamp" to acclimatize, load up on calories, hydrate my body with delicious glacial water, and try to learn the route while convincing myself that staring at the summit enough would take me there eventually.

Basecamp right under Gannett Peak

Behind me was the massive Warren Peak.

I also wanted to camp as close to the base of the actual peak as I possibly could. That being said, having a 45 lb. weight on my back while scrambling up a 1000' gain and crossing a 2 mile boulder field was another crap episode I had to put up. It wasn't as bad as Day 1. It was inconvenient...but not bad, really put my quad muscles to the test though. Finally, amid the north of the Dinwoody Glacier below and the gently rounded summit ridge of Gannett Peak above, I was able to find a flat area next to one of the high tarns to set my tent and dump my pack.



Forty minutes later, after hiding behind a rock wind break while enjoying the carb-filled dinner, my intention was now firmly in place to make the summit bid on the next day. Being honest with myself about my physical readiness: blisters,  fatigued muscles, and inflamed joints were no longer my issues; I felt great. By moving up to the top of the boulder fields, I gave myself a shorter (easier?) climb on summit day, eliminating not just 1,000 vertical feet but also an awkward boulder-hopping in the dark. Water, snacks, ice axe, crampons, rope, headlight, GoPro on my helmet,... I double-checked the backpack over and over again before "resting".



Day 5 - The Glorious Summit Endeavor.
3.5 miles round trip from base camp; 2,750 feet gain.


I managed to get up at 4:00 am (that later on proved to be wise), and pulled myself together to nail this mighty mountain. The meandering steep slope was a nasty mix of scree and precariously balanced boulders. I followed the creek, which was made by the melting glacier from Gannett. Listening to the sound of flowing water, eyeballing the shiny rocks beneath every footstep, slowly but surely, I arrived to the first glacier earlier than expected.

A 45-degree sheath of icy gravel welcomed me unexpectedly. First time traveling on glacier, it was a smart choice for me to stay here and wait until dawn arrived so I could see where I was going. Crampons were ready; ice-axe was secured. Thirty more minutes until the dawn rised.




The wind was pounding at me as I was beginning to feel the chill sinking in my bones. Time went by slowly. I finally saw the different colors of the glacial snow. It was firm for the most part. Marching toward the low point of the glacier took me over countless rivulets of swiftly running glacial melt and spots where the glacier was hard ice rather than snow. Switchbacks on this 70-feet snow wall was done with care. At what looked like the glacier's flat, a short break was necessary to re-hydrate myself.


The alpine glow shined my path while I was traveling toward Gooseneck Pinnacle.


Approaching the famous Gooseneck Pinnacle was strenuously interesting; stomping and carving the crampon teeth with every step in hope that I'd never have to self-arrest from shooting down this awful glacial field.



Things continued to go smoothly as I worked my way up towards the crux of the route - the base of Gooseneck Couloir. There was a snow patch at the bergschrund had mostly melted away. A 15 foot gap of empty space to the black hole below shamelessly presented itself between me and the 30 foot vertical wall that lead to the couloir. Luck has been a companion throughout the journey. Once across, the snow heading up the 50-degree couloir was very soft and provided solid footing. Just like that, I was at the top of the Gooseneck, feeling very good about my chance of summiting Gannett.
Looking down this steep SouthEast Couloir
Finishing up the remain glacial snow onto the top ridge to the Peak.


Except for the whipping and lashing wind, the weather was cooperating. Puffy cumulus clouds were racing from west to east and seemed to be growing thicker, but they didn’t have that certain look that associated with thunderstorms or precipitation. The weather stayed on my side as I flirted with several class-4 rock scrambles on the highly exposed summit ridge.

Climbing up a class-5.




During my last hour of ascent, I occasionally walked on top of the snow fields where there was a narrow but visible jagged crack in the snow, like a wobbly charcoal line a young child might have drawn on a sheet of newsprint, perpendicular to my path upward. Boulder hopping and class-3'ish scrambling is noticeably more tiring above 13,000’ than it is at lower elevations.







At last I reached what had to be the highest point along the rounded top of the peak: top of Wyoming. 12:30pm, I was 13,809 feet above the sea level. Tired and relieved, I signed the first summit register book, unwillingly stuffed a Cliff bar down my throat, and set off for the return trip after the extraordinary twenty-minute grand view on top of Gannett. How fearsome this prominent peak had to offer to earn its outstanding reputation.


Prior to signing the summit book, for awhile, I thought I was dreaming. Must be the altitude affect.
First time being 13,809 feet above the sea level, EVER.

The view from Gannett summit.

Gannett Peak.

The mission wasn't finished. Only half way done, the game of cautious decent had just began; going back down was mandatory. I caught a glimpse of a mild avalanche on the other side of Gannett while down-climbing the steep Gooseneck Pinnacle. Utilizing the rope that I carried with, I rappelled down Gannett's famous bergschrund and traversed passed the crux into the forever long glacier.


Gooseneck Pinnacle


Although the ferocious winds had ushered me down, extreme care was still necessary. A great deal of positive self talk and dreaming of an imaginary celebratory meal of a giant burger, accompanied by a glass of champagne waiting for me upon my return, got me through four hours of slogging across the soft, semi-melted glacial snowfields and boulders. Finally, my wrecked  body returned to the little nylon dome that I called home.






Day 6, 7, & 8 - Back to Civilization.

Not much to say here; an extremely long 3-day hike back to the trailhead with a very exhausted body was all I could recall at this point.


(See above for Day 1, 2, and 3 pleasantries.)

The morning when I had to leave the "basecamp".
A smile that hides the satisfaction of conquering Gannet Peak.


Good bye Gannett.


It was definitely a long but satisfying journey, and once again, I had been blessed with the cooperative weather. Water was essential, and so were the Ibuprofen and those trekking poles. Words could not describe how much I looked forward to eating real food, taking a hot shower for the first time after a week, complaining about the hell hike to an actual person while bragging about the spectacular views in Wyoming.





 I put together a video that I recorded while spending 8 days out there in the gorgeous Wind River Range. Enjoy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU8sqKcOT4E



19 comments:

  1. An incredible journey. Great Job. Sounds like you're hooked.

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    1. Thank you. I was hooked several years prior to this. Finally, I grew some balls and made it my goal. Mission accomplished. :)

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  2. Wow, what a trip! Thanks for the incredible trip report, and glad it was such a great experience for you. Congratulations!

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    1. Yay! Glad you enjoyed it, as I enjoyed sharing my climbing experience.

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  3. I got to tell you, this is one of the BEST trip reports I have read in a long time. Really awesomesauce all the way around, love the write-up, the pics and the humor. Great stuff!

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    1. Wow, thank you for the compliment. That's very encouraging and motivating.

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  4. Congratulations on a successful trip! This probably the first report I enjoyed reading, and your photos are great :)

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    1. Kate, I did not see your comment until now. My apology for the late reply. I'm glad you're entertained by my blog.

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  5. Excellent trip report! I am also from the Twin Cities and my crew and I had a failed attempt just 1 week after you (we took a bad route). We are returning to Gannett next week (August 1, 2013) to finish the job! Echoing what everyone else has been saying: This is one of the best reports I've read. Very thorough and entertaining. Thanks again for the great report and congratulations on making the summit! I'm looking forward to being there myself!

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    1. Thank you, sir. Which route did you take? Let me know if you have any questions for me to ensure your success to the summit!

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  6. I'm planning a solo trip the end of September this year and really enjoyed your trip report .... great photos and great adventure. Chip in NC

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  7. I've begun planning an adventure this summer that included climbing the high points of Idaho, Utah and Nevada (already have Washington, Oregon and California under my belt) when I decided to take a look at Gannet Peak. My initial reaction was it was too formidable for a solo climb but when looking at pictures, I stumbled upon your outstanding trip report. Let me say that as a fellow solo climber, I am very impressed by your resolve to climb this mountain on your own. No easy task as you obviously well know.

    You have given me additional inspiration to tackle this project. I may not be able to do it this summer on my grand trip (that would require an additional week off to my already 16 days) but I know now that it can be done.

    Thank you so much for sharing this experience! I hope that you have continued your climbing adventures since then!

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  8. I just heard you on the In Ice Axe We Trust podcast so I decided to swing by your blog page and say hello. I found it very fascinating that we both got into mountaineering practically the exact same way: I watched Touching The Void and thought to myself, "Holy shit, Mick, you HAVE to go do that!" So I looked around and quickly realized that I live in the perfect region for mountaineering: Salem, Oregon. I have so many snow-capped mountains right around me, it's as though I've been living in heaven for the past 9 years and never even realized it! My very first climb was up Mt Adams in Washington state. It was so amazing! Now I'm getting ready to go climb Mt Hood. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, feel free to shoot me an email. I will absolutely accompany you on a Mt Hood climb any weekend. Alright, happy hiking! I love your blog page.

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  9. I'm from the UK actually enjoyed your trip report- And you look hotter than Gannet peak owing to my incredible perversity or the fact that in your latter selfie 2nd for last I didnt even notice the peak in the picture...XXX #
    You can call me the JackHammer tm.

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  10. I thoroughly enjoyed your trip report. I am planning on climbing Gannett in September, 2015. Thank you so much for the report and pictures! Happy Trails! Ben

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  11. Just had to congratulate you on your courage going solo on such a demanding journey! Gannett has been my goal for at least a decade and snow kept me out twice. Been in the Winds many times and don't think I could go solo. Going to give it one last shot the later part of this September to celebrate my 60th birthday, it's tough to find anyone wanting or capable of doing this!

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  12. Having climbed Gannett with some friends, I don't think I'd have the guts to do it alone. You're braver than I am.

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  13. Exploring the Winds has always been one of my favorite passions. I return as often as possible. Your blog with amazing photos was truly one of the best accounts I’ve read. Your solo accomplishment must surely be one of your most memorable life experiences.
    Congratulations!

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