We were able to park about a mile below the lake at an elevation of 9800 feet.
I'd like to give a shout out to Kevin Baker for his May 2008 TR on this loop. Our ascent gully is visible here in the skyline.
Kimo recommended we John Wayne it and ditch the snowshoes early. A great call because the snow was short and painless.
We punched through to the rafters of the gully and chilled next to a slanting talus field.
The gully was solid but cool and it felt good to have the sun's rays on us again. Very rejuvenating.
Mount Guyot looking pretty slick.
The Old Guard standing tall. Winds were nominal at this stage but would increase over time.
Just another day at the office, eh?
The task at hand.
We put Jefferson Lake in our rearview...
... and languidly rolled up UN 12567.
Winds kicked so we didn't linger.
Kimo in his element.
A couple of ups and downs and Whale Peak was in pissing distance (well, not literally).
Looking back at our route.
Winds were now an F.U. 35 mph on the summit so we cleared out quickly.
And found ourselves on unranked Glacier Peak. We hit both summits but the western one is higher.
Things got soft and grassy and soothing when we realized the vertical gains were done for the day.
"And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes riding shotgun in the sky. Turning into butterflies above our nation." (Mitchell)
A couloir that might interest d_baker this spring...
Cold Hard Reality: We have to get to the snowshoes before we can get to the IPAs.
Rumor has it that Jimmy Hoffa is buried in this sh--. No regrets on leaving the snowshoes behind, however.
Poach me if you can...
Things got frisky as we approached the lake. I'll be damned if I tear this jacket here.
But we finally made it. And actually considered crossing it for about thirty seconds or so before common sense prevailed.
The shoreline was a mixed bag of rock and frictionless ice flows that were looking to break necks and give concussions.
Don't worry, I'd never take your picture doing the alpine crawl and put it in a TR. After all, internet image is everything these days...
Dusky strolls are very peaceful. We pass the final quiet minutes exchanging bear attack stories. Thanks for coming along. Papi out...