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 Peak(s):  Gannett Peak - 13,804 feet
 Post Date:  07/21/2008 Modified: 07/22/2008
 Date Climbed:   07/09/2008
 Posted By:  DHatfield

 Gannett Peak – The Trilogy: Episode II: The Coloradans Climb Back!   

Gannett Peak – The Trilogy
Episode II: The Coloradans Climb Back!

dhatfield and susanjoypaul

Destination: Gannett Peak (13,804')
Trailhead: Trail Lakes Ranch (9,160')
Route: Glacier Trail to Gooseneck Ridge
Vertical Gain: 10,750'
Distance (roundtrip): 50 miles

Episode II – The Coloradans Climb Back

Day 3: The pounding of hooves on the ground outside the tent woke us at the crack of dawn. The horses were back. It was even too early for the mosquitoes, so Doug took advantage of this rare window of opportunity and disappeared from the tent to use "the facilities." He was back in minutes, practically somersaulting into the tent, zipping the mesh door closed behind him. "It's a war out there!" he declared, and sure enough, the bugs were back, clinging to the mesh like blood-thirsty vampires. A half dozen had caught a ride into the tent on his back and we quickly set about clapping them to death in our hands. At some point in this trip I had gotten so filthy that crushing bugs with my bare hands didn't even gross me out anymore, it had become a matter of survival.

I moved slowly. I have never actually been beaten with a tire iron, but I imagine that if I had, I would feel like I did that morning. I typically backpack with a heavy pack at least once a month, year-round, and I tend to recover quickly overnight. For some reason – I don't know if it was the extreme heat, or the constant mental stress caused by my battle with the bugs, or something else – but this hike was destroying me. Wyoming was kicking my ass - and I couldn't even see the peak yet! Over breakfast – peaches, oatmeal, fig newtons and tea – I announced that I was going to cache my bear vault with enough food to get out on our return trip, plus half of my fuel, and all the trash I had collected so far, to lighten up my pack. Doug could do the same – stash half his stuff in my vault, and then we'd just carry in what we needed for the next few days. At night, I'd store my stuff in his vault. We hung my vault high up in a tree, and I noticed a difference in my pack weight immediately. (I've discovered since that caching food in this area may not be legal, so I'm not recommending or condoning what I did here at all).

We set off on the trail, bound for our high camp. The lighter pack was just the beginning of a fresh start on this trip: as we gained altitude, the temperature dropped into the 70s, the mosquitoes began to disappear, and a slight, cool breeze – sent from heaven, if I believed in such a place – brushed our faces. We had no trouble negotiating the many stream crossings, and the cold water that filled my boots was sweeter than a cold beer on a hot porch in July. Eventually, it came into view: Gannett Peak. Our mountain stood there, white and welcoming, majestic and still against the azure skies, silently beckoning us to come on up and meet it; stood there like it had been waiting for us all this time. There's that moment when you see your peak. I don't know how to describe it.

We got as close as we could without camping in snow, just off the trail on a nice grassy spot alongside the roaring, glacial waters of Dinwoody Creek. We dropped our packs, sat down on some wonderfully flat rocks and took off our boots. This was home – at least for the next couple of days. And it was beautiful.

Gannett Peak from our camp
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Day 4: This was our rest day. Doug and I scouted out a route through the boulders to the moraine, spoke to a NOLS group that had summited the day before, and picked out our own route along the glacier for the next day's climb. In the late afternoon we crossed the icy waters of the Dinwoody to call on our neighbors, Bob and Chuck, across the creek. The guys had welcomed us to camp the day before, and we knew they would also be climbing Gannett the next day, and that we may all end up together on the peak at some point, so it made sense to get to know them a little better. We found out that this would be Bob's 5th time on Gannett, and that he had made two winter ascents and even skied off it. Chuck had 4 failed attempts under his belt, and was determined to make it up this time. We sat in the grass there for an hour or so, trading lies of mountaineering derring-do – Bob won, hands-down, with his tale of being caught in an avalanche on Denali in 1992, swept into a crevasse, falling through it and onto a ledge, jumaring out, and eventually being carried out in the first short-haul rescue on Denali! I actually found his story on the web, when I got home:http://www.nps.gov/dena/planyourvisit/upload/1992_Mtnrg_Summary.pdf

We swapped business cards, as the boys were from South Dakota and had an interesting route they promised to take us up Harney Peak some day, that state's highpoint and a destination that was on both Doug's and my "short lists." Then we rested.

Enjoying the much needed rest day
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Trekking through the boulder field between our camp and Tarns Camp
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Crossing the icy waters of Dinwoody Creek
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Day 5: Up at 3, out of the tent at 4:11 AM. Across the boulders, snow, rocks, moraine. Crampon up and climb the first steep, hard snow slope. The next one was easier, the next even easier. We crossed rocks in our crampons and at some point Bob and Chuck caught up to us. Doug and Chuck traded off breaking trail, with Doug doing 90% of the work overall. Doug is the best lead ever on steep snow – he kicked his way up each slope like a machine, and I followed easily behind. Kick, kick, thwock (plant the axe), kick, kick, thwock, kick, kick, thwock. Traverse to the ridge – extra vigilant here, the exposure is unforgiving – but still an easy walk through deep, abundant snow. Summit. We stayed up there for an hour and fifteen minutes, doing all those things you do on a summit: taking pictures, eating, drinking – urinating off the edge, of course. The enormous register was half-covered in snow, frozen solid in ice beneath a huge boulder. Doug went to town on it with his axe, liberated it – and we all signed it, except for Bob, who was eager to get down a ways and get in some good glissades. He and Chuck did just that – while Doug and I watched from above. We had made a pact that we would not glissade off this peak, no matter how tempting. Twenty five miles from the trailhead, with no cell coverage, we knew that even a twisted ankle could be disastrous. Something worse could be deadly. So we took our time coming down, stopping every now and then to admire the views – knowing in our hearts just how damned lucky we were to be here, and that we might never, ever see all this again. I thought about where that word "breath-taking" must have come from, standing up there – the beauty of those peaks snatched the breath right out of my lungs more than once, and I had to remember to grab it back, suck it in. That was the day. That was the perfect summit day.

Alpenglow on Gannett Peak
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Climbing up the first steep snow section
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Breaking trail on lower Gooneneck Glacier
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Some deep snow encountered along the way
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Climbing up Gooneneck Couloir
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Traversing over to summit ridge
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Starting across the traverse
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Along the traverse to summit ridge
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Looking up the summit ridge (true summit is the last stand of rocks on right)
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Relaxing on summit block.
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Views to the south/southwest of Gannett
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Looking north from the summit
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This has got to be the world's largest summit register
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Looking down at most of our route from the summit
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Descent from the summit
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Back at base of Gooseneck Couloir, another awesome day in the mountains!
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Next: the final installment, Episode III – Return of the Hikers!



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  • Comments or Questions
Kevin Baker


75 pounds?     2011-02-04 17:22:14
Excellent report, Susan. Kudos on a fine climb. It sounds like you guys should have gone up Titcomb Basin like us as it sounds like your stream crossings were tougher and the mosquitoes were worse! Didn‘t you learn how to buy light gear in BMS, Doug? 75 pounds is ridiculous! You better buy some Go Lite stuff if you want to get up Denali!


DHatfield

Yep     2010-11-30 10:28:45
Kevin my pack was 75 pounds! I am still happy the way we did since our summit day was shorter. Okay maybe I packed a few extra items. Wouldn't carrying a 75 lbs pack be training for Denali ?


uwe


WOW     2008-07-21 23:23:48
What a great trip, story and photos.
Congratulations to both of you.


covfrrider


amazing     2008-07-22 08:26:16
I‘ve never been that far north in Wyoming, but have always admired the Wind Rivers... Is it possible that they rival the Sangres?

Nice Trip!


Presto


Excellent!     2008-07-22 08:59:33
Hey, Susan, I have that exact same picture/view of my husband on my wall at work (the one titled ”views to the south/southwest”). Too cool! Beautiful pictures. Loving the trip report. Hey, at least you didn‘t have to deal with the bergschrund. When we did it, we crawled down into the bergschrund and back up the other side. We didn‘t rope up the entire climb either. Shared the summit with a group of about 12 boy scouts. Thanks for posting! Looking forward to part three.


dsunwall


register message     2008-07-22 09:19:55
we got a good laugh reading your comment in the register.

congrats Doug and Susan, Gannett is worth all the pain getting there.

BTW, there is cell coverage on the summits, there must be a good cell tower in Pinedale. That surprised me, I wasn‘t expecting it in such a remote area.


susanjoypaul


Thanks     2010-11-30 10:28:45
Doug - for posting this!
Kevin - yeah, that's what he gets for hiking with a girl half his size, and having to carry the tent, the rope, the pro, not to mention her birthday present!
Uwe - we still have your pickets - thanks for the loaner dude!
Brian - every place has its own beauty. You just have to look at it the right way :-) I love the Sangres, and the San Juans, and Nebraska for that matter - this place was right up there with the best of them!
Presto - Thank you for the pre-trip words of advice on the Forum. Sometimes just hearing from people who've already done something gives me the confidence to believe I can do it myself!
Dwight - thank goodness for that! I wrote the first thing that popped into my head, then on the way down I realized how arrogant it was, and hoped that you guys all had a good sense of humor ('cause I sure as hell wasn't going to climb all the way back up there to erase it :-) Congrats to you as well... what a trip!

OK - I guess I gotta write the ending... I hope it's good!


alison

Happy Belated Birthday Sis!     2008-07-23 15:06:42
Susan - Having only climbed one 14er, Mt Sherman, I‘m in awe (and a wee bit jealous) when I see these photos and read your reports! Here in Maryland the highest peak is Backbone Mountain at 3360‘, not much challenge there. I‘m pretty sure I can scare the crap out of mum w/some of these photos!
Luv Ya,
Alison - your sea lovin sis



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