It seems like this is the year of weather. Also the year of whether. As in whether or not it can get done due to the weather. All winter and spring so far it seems like it’s been storming when I have a free day to go play. This was another such day. The alarms went off at 5:30 and we quickly realized that we were socked in. There was about 4 inches of new snow on the ground and the clouds were thick. We decided to sleep another hour and see what happened. When the alarm went off again I sat for a while looking at the clouds. Suddenly I saw a peak and some blue sky, then it was gone. I realized that we were in fog, not clouds. It was go time.
We cruised up the trail through the fog. When we got to where I thought the route was amazingly enough the fog parted and we could see our way up the mountain. We skinned to the base of our ascent line and then booted up mostly grassy slopes to the ridge. The last part was a bit of a pain on loose scree but for the most part it was painfree. At the ridge we were treated to a sight I have rarely seen in Colorado. A full blanket of fog extended across South Park all the way to Pikes Peak. It was stunning. After snapping a lot of pictures we headed over to the line.
Uh Oh!!!! The bottom of the line, where the cliffs are is shrouded in fog. Well lets drop in and see what happens. Amazingly after negotiating the tight entrance the fog parted and we could see the entire route. Time to ski. It was pretty decent corn though the skiers right under the cornice was a bit cooked. We leapfrogged down to the cliffs and Brian and Danny dropped it. I skied out the other way and was bummed to find that it was too narrow for my skis with a dogleg. I had to downclimb a short section. This got my heart pumping a bit since I had no axe or crampons.
It was nice to get a route done even though I thought for sure the day was lost from the start.