It’s *that* season, the season where you have to pack snowshoes, microspikes, gaiters, crampons and a pair of backcountry skis, because you have no friggin’ clue what the conditions are going to be like.
It’s the season between fall and winter, which I hereby dub “falter.” And it was in full evidence on the way to and beyond Cathedral Pass last weekend.
In this current weather pattern we’re locked in, the skies in the mountains are infinitely more welcoming than the ones in the city. Four miles outside of North Bend, someone waved a hand and snatched away the blanket of gloom I’d been laboring under for a week. The sun! I finally saw the sun! There would be not a cloud in the sky in any direction all day.
The road to the trailhead was mostly dry, until the last six dreadful miles. In between the numerous alignment-wrecking, progress-slowing potholes and the two creek fords (one dry, one half a foot deep) were a few cavernous mud ponds. No matter – we were at the trailhead and ready to head out, maybe a few minutes later than intended, but with plenty of daylight ahead of us.
For the first three miles or so, the trail was clear of snow. Within a half a mile of passing Squaw Lake, we were traipsing through ankle-deep, then knee-deep snow. The temperature was that perfect balance of “not hot enough to melt” and “not cold enough to freeze.” The last mile to Cathedral Pass was the beginning of what would prove to be a long wet slog.
We got a reprieve from Cathedral Pass to Peggy’s Pond – southwest-facing slopes in general seem to have melted out quickly, even up to 8,000 feet. From Peggy’s Pond, though, we were on east-facing slopes with soft, wet snow up to our thighs and sometimes hips. It was laborious hiking. Snowshoes might have helped, but we of course didn’t have those.
We occasionally found firmer snow and kicked steps, but for the most part, it was a posthole parade. We were granted some nice stretches of bare rock along the south side of the ridge on our way towards the east summit of Mount Daniels. Thereafter, it was back into the deep snow as we made our way high above the Hyas Creek Glacier. Our intended destination was the west summit, but the snow had slowed us down so much, we had to content ourselves with the east summit. Still, on a day like Sunday, what a view.
(A contributing reason we stopped on the east summit was because my GPS labeled it “Mount Daniel” and had no markers for the other two summits. Guide book descriptions - of which we had two with us - left a lot to the imagination. I’ve now corrected this sorry state of affairs with clear waypoints and unambiguous pictures of the route all the way to the middle and west summits here: http://zerotosummit.com/view/66.)
And in a sure sign of the half season, it's two days later and my boots are still drying out.