Reading all of the fine trip reports inspired me to climb a mountain so I cheated. A month ago, I drove to almost-the-top of Mt. Antero and hiked the final 1/2 mile to the summit. It was my first 14er summit. The view was unreal and I wanted more, but I knew the next one would be earned. I poked around the net and found Mount Eva. The peak is close to home, has a mild approach, and nearby Chinns Lake offers some pretty good camping. The comm station near the summit sounded neat. I had to get some photos before it was gone. Mount Eva, my first 13er.
Mount Eva is the peak just below the street lamp. On the right are taller Parry Peak and Mount Bancroft. To the left is shorter Witter Peak.
Mount Eva's gnarly eastern ridgeline as seen from Fall River Reservoir.
Fun at Chinns Lake.
I chose the approach up the south cirque. Mount Eva peeks through the top of the trees on the right. A trail slices through the trees. I emerged on the upper flats and tried to follow the stream bed until I was swallowed by willows. Crap.
Some kind of beautiful wildflower at altitude.
Like a bonehead, I hiked through the willows in the middle of the valley. I got smarter on the way back and hiked along the rockier base of Mount Witter at the left of photo.
Mount Eva towers above two hikers in the cirque.
I gain the saddle and look back to Chinns Lake. I could see the wrecked comm station on top of Mount Eva rather clearly now.
I tried my best to rock hop. I really did.
Wreckage of a tower near the top of Mount Eva.
The winds are strong enough to do that.
Parry Peak and Mount Bancroft seen from the summit of Mount Eva. I really wanted to stand on top of them. The weather was fine, the birds were chirping, and two more 13ers stood so close. Next time.
The view to the south was sublime. 13er Mount Flora stands nearest. To its left is Grays, Torreys, and Mt. McClellan.
I savor the summit for an hour, then start my trip back down. Witter Peak rises in the foreground. Mount Evans stands tall in the back.
I descend the cirque using the stream bed. I cut over to the rocks on the right of the valley once I reached the wetlands.
The last 1/4 mile was the most exciting, as I scrambled down a steep section that I avoided on the way up.
The hike was fantastic and unforgettable. I saw a million little tundra plants turning color. I stood on a broad wide saddle that felt like a foot-wide ledge in the strong and relentless wind. I walked through slippery snowfields at 13K feet. I thanked the mountain. I'm hooked