A trifecta you say? Well that means three peaks but not just any three, these peaks are among the biggest in Washington and actually form a huge triangle in the southern part of the state. Can you guess which ones they are? If you said rainier, Adams and Saint Helens you are correct. I did these peaks on different climbs over a three year period (power in threes!) and the growth I have sustained as a mountaineer is clearly seen in these three different trips. I went from a follower clueless as to what to do in the mountains to someone who can lead and organize a safe Rainier climb. Read on to see my progression and hear the stories on three of the five Washington volcanoes.
Mount Adams South Spur - July 19-20, 2009
It was the summer after my first year of college and I was back in Washington. Around mid-June that summer, a friend of mine (Tom) wanted to do something cool for his high school graduation before heading off to college for his first year and told me he wanted to climb Mount Adams and wanted me to come with him. Now this was back in 2009 where the only outdoors experience I had was a few backpacking trips on trails in the Cascades and a couple easy Colorado 14er hikes. The thought of climbing a mountain like Mount Adams was very daunting to me at the time. I had never climbed on snow before and all I knew was that that thing you use to arrest with...well I didn't have one or even knew how to use it so I agreed to Tom I'd think about it and see what I can come up with (I was great at organizing and planning even then...a skill he lacked). So I asked around looking for advice on whether or not this is something we should even do. Obviously my parents said it was a horrible idea but when I realized there was a route on Mount Adams without glacier travelling, I suddenly realized there may be a glimmer of hope we could do this...so I continued to plan.
I eventually found an adult (whose name escapes me) with a decent amount of climbing experience who agreed to go with us as an experienced mentor to make sure my three friends with this crazy idea (Tom, Spencer and Ben) and I didn't do something dumb. He also brought his son so we had a group of six and the idea was becoming more of a reality. We all agreed on a Friday-Saturday climb noted in the dates above. We had a few meetings and a couple training hikes beforehand as a group and I managed to borrow an ice axe and some mini crampons that fit on the boots I had at the time (which were far from ideal). We finally managed to finagle all the gear we would need for each one of us and since I had the only working car I offered to drive the four of us down while our mentor and his son drove down separately. Around 4am the morning of July 19th we all loaded up in my 1987 Camry (my first one!) and were off. Truly a bunch of beginners like the ones I see today and laugh at, headed for an advanced hike. Things always have to start out wrong and halfway down to Portland Tom realized he forgot his boots (you're kidding right?) Nope...not kidding he forgot his boots so we agreed to stop at the REi in Portland for him to rent a pair. Once in Portland, I spent at least an hour driving the streets stopping anywhere for someone to tell me how to get to an REI that we didn't know for sure even existed. We managed to find one on the south end of town only to realize they didn't have a rental department and they referred us BACK to downtown! So we drove another 20 minutes to where we just came from (wishing I had a Garmin about now!) and he managed to find a pair of mountaineering boots to rent for a couple days. Sweet....so off we continued to Hood River where we agreed to meet our Mentor at noon. Well it was noon and we were just leaving Portland! About 1:30 we met up and ate lunch. We crossed the Hood River bridge (sketchiest bridge ever) and finished the drive to Trout Lake and up the steep gravel road to the South Spur trailhead.
By now I was just about out of gas but I figured I can fill up in town after the climb. We packed up and started up the trail. One thing we really did luck out on was the weather. That whole week was one of the hottest heat waves in Seattle history and it was 85 degrees and sunny at the trailhead...downright hot! We slowly headed up in elevation along the well defined trail to treeline stopping to take photos quite a bit. Just above treeline there was a short but steeper snow section to gain a ridge and there was a section of the hike on the crest of a prominent ridge. We didn't get all the way to Lunch Counter but found some nice rock walls about 600 feet below right at the bottom of the permanent snowfield. We set up camp and watched the perfect sunset and looked up towards the summit to see the long snowfield we had to climb. I was nervous as hell and I kept asking if we would be able to make it up. I saw others with full crampons which i didn't have but our mentor just explained to me if the snow was hard from the night we would just start a little later. So we went to sleep...it only got down to about 50 degrees that night which is very warm for 8000+ feet.
The next morning we got up around 6am and the snow was kind of hard but we were all so excited to get going we skipped breakfast (why....just why did I do that?) and started up the snow which was very gentle at first. We actually made it up to lunch counter in great time shortly after the sun started hitting us. We took a nice break and here we decided to split up since we were clearly going to be going at three different speeds. There were so many other people on the mountain that day it wasn't a big deal. So Spencer and I went on ahead following the massive boot track up the steeper snowfield. It followed right next to the glissade track that looked awesome to slide down! Our mentor and his son were shortly behind and Tom and Ben who carried the beer were in the third group. I actually passed many people on my way up to Pikers Peak and was feeling quite good physically. I never got intimidated being on the snow but the huge flat sun cups made it nothing more than a large staircase. Around 10am I made the summit of Pikers Peak and Spencer and I traversed the flat section towards the final summit climb. That last 600 feet to the summit was very grueling since I didn't eat that morning and my blood sugar was ultra low. But we made it and I was very happy to have climbed my first Bulger (not that I even knew what a Bulger even was LOL) and I cooked my breakfast on the summit. We had some nice conversations with others and enjoyed the views of Rainier, St. Helens and Hood. We were so high above everything else it was hard to comprehend.
Our mentor summitted just as we were about to start down and he gave us the 1 minute crash course on how to glissade. As we headed down towards Pikers Peak we saw Tom and Ben heading up. They were probably going to drink on the summit so I asked them to make sure they remember the way down. For my first glissade, I just happened to be on one of the longest and best glissades in Washington. I think i did quite well as I never went out of control. Spencer and I made it down 2,500 feet of snow in about 15 minutes and waited for our mentor to finish the hike back down to camp with. We finished the hike down the soft mellow snow to our tents where I thought it would be an awesome idea to slip and fall...however scared I might stab myself with the axe I threw it fifty feet in the air causing a hazard to society. After that I quickly learned how to fall with the axe on flat terrain from about 10 people surrounding me. Once back at the tents we waited for Tom and Ben while we filtered some water and ate some food. It was about noon when we returned to camp and we waited....and waited...and waited some more. We began to worry and it wasn't until 3pm until they got down. Low and behold...they got lost and burned precious time. We needed to be back to Portland by 10pm to return Tom's rented boots. So we hurried up and threw everything in the packs and started down the trail. I managed to get on ahead and lost the trail (followed the ridge too long). Luckily I had my map and realized I would soon hit the trail circumnavigating the mountain which I could get to and follow it east to meet up with the south spur trail. I did that and met up with everyone else at the junction. We finished the hike out all together and once back at the cars we were relieved we all made it back in one piece! We even managed to get back to Portland just in time and after returning the boots it was off for some huge pizza at the first pizza place we could find. I made the rest of the drive back to Renton while they all slept on me...thanks guys :)