| Uncompaghre - West Face, Moderate Snow Class II
Uncompaghre is the 6th highest peak in Colorado. It is the highest point of the San Juan Mountains. Uncompahgre is a combination of three Native American words: unca (hot), pah (water), and gre (spring), as per "The Origin of Certain Place Names in the United States", by Henry Gannett. While I may have wished for a hot spring after this climb, I certainly did not see any while on this mini-adventure.
I got a phone call from Jamie about a month ago, asking if I was interested in the West Face of Uncompaghre. Considering this option was not a standard slog route, but instead a spicy alternative to the norm via a snow covered face and climbs directly up the peak, the obvious answer was an enthusiastic YES!
Halfway point up the West Face
We left Denver after work on Thursday, pulled into Subway for a quick bite and a pre-made lunch for the climb, and who walks in but Steve Vets! He was scheduled to meet with us for a climb on Friday night at our camp to join forces for the East Face of Wetterhorn on Saturday. I half-jokingly asked Steve to bring us some Pizza Hut for dinner on Friday night, and he said agreed! SCORE! No dehydrated food on this trip, big bonus!
Camp at Capitol City
After an uneventful drive in to camp near the Capitol City ruins, we set up our tent under a blackened sky spitting snow and tried to fall quickly asleep. Our goal was to awaken early for a speedy assault on the West Face, but due to a somewhat quiet watch alarm and our exhausted states, we did not wake up until roughly 6 am. We rushed about trying to get ready, stumbling around half-asleep and then drove up to the 2wd trailhead.
It was snowing quite steadily and was somewhat cold as we were strapping axes, snowshoes, shovels, etc to our packs. There was a very low ceiling and visibility was very poor. I had doubts on whether we would actually be successful in these conditions, however, it provided a somewhat eerie yet inviting atmosphere, and we were determined.
We started up the 4wd road and soon encountered a downed tree blocking the road along with numerous snow drifts that would quickly block all but the most monstrous of trucks! I imagine someone will take a chainsaw up and take care of the demised conifer, and mother nature will take care of the rest soon enough. I was starting to get a little agitated at the snow because once we were moving, I was very warm, but yet had to keep a shell on to keep from getting soaked. Hiking up in a sauna bubble is not part of my 'favorite things to do list', but nonetheless, perserverence was key so I kept the internal grumbling to a minimal while trying unsuccessfully to keep pace with Jamie, chilling to some of Leonard Cohen's early, acoustic bluesy-goodness.
As we broke treeline, hope sprung in the form of a breaking sky as Matterhorn Peak was poking through the misty veil of the early morning storm.
Matterhorn makes an appearance
A few more minutes and Wetterhorn was also dominating the landscape in fleeting glimpses of mountain majesty.
Wetterhorn shrugs off it's veil
I was quite humbled and enthralled, as this was my first time in this area. This greatly lifted my spirits and I switched over to some more upbeat, Wolfsheim for this section to the 12,458 foot pass, which is also the Continental Divide.
Now our goal was in view and I stood in silence and respect for this San Juan giant. As usual, Jamie was forging ahead with his typical quickness, so I could not sit there and drool for too long, as there was a climb to get on!
The way forward
We chose the southernmost of the three gullies to ascend (climbers right), fueled up with some disgusting, soggy, and utterly unappetizing sandwich (which happened to be wrapped in Subway garb), geared up with crampons and ice axe, stashed our snowshoes, and began our ascent.
Start up the face
View south near the beginning
It was straightforward climbing on some solid, consolidated snow. Initially it was perhaps (according to my internal inclinometer ) 35 degrees, angling to roughly 40 degrees (with some slightly steeper parts) after the first chokepoint and remaining steady after that.
Face begins to steepen
Another view of the majestic San Juans
I was not feeling my best and was bonking pretty hard. I had barely been able to get any of my sodden food down and my stomach thought it was a good time for some deathmetal auditions, complete with a mosh pit cacaphony. Needless to say, not my strongest day climbing. Jamie was strong and forged ahead, making quick work of this long face.
Jamie making tracks!
Soon we were through the upper rock pinnacles that guard the broad shoulder, upon which the standard route lay.
Steepest part before pinnacles
After the pinnacles, there was some minor scrambling to be had on loose rock and snow, but nothing too intense.
Scramble through pinnacles
Once through this, the views of the San Juans were magnificent as usual! A stunning reminder of why the suffering is all worth it.
San Juan views
However, the quasi-triumph over this eruption of earth was short lived as fresh storm squalls were angrily making their way accross the valley to our lofty perch.
I watched as one engulfed Wetterhorn and Matterhorn, targeting us as it's next victims.
Wetterhorn getting engulfed
Me with the summit behind
The summit views were, unfortunately, nothing but views of grey sky and moss rock playing to the soundtrack of the wind. Regardless, it was a sweet victory, as the halfway point of our journey had been reached. I was to be denied any visual pleasures from this ascent until later in the day.
We snapped a few pictures, more for ritual than for any other reason, and then scurried down to get out of this maelstrom.
Sure enough, upon reaching the shoulder, the storm abated and we had views again. I thought about going back up to the summit, but seeing as there were numerous other storms swirling about, I felt it most prudent to continue the descent with my partner down the west face. Our glissade tracks looked like a giant you-know-what stain behind us due to the desert dust coating.
Clearing squall (of course)
We took turns glissading for safety's sake. Sliding down to each choke point and waiting for the other, and then continuing on.
About to glissade
At the base of the climb, we congratulated each other, and Jamie took off to climb another 13er on the way back to the trailhead. Ah to have 6 years of youth back and a cross country runner's physique!!! I elected to just follow our track, meandering back to the trailhead where we would meet up.
I was treated to some magnificent views, including a coyote, magic ferns and other wonderous things that forced me to take way too many pictures! When I got the trailhead, Steve pulled up with the pizza...talk about good timing! Thanks Steve!
Some other pictures taken from the area
Majestic Wetterhorn sheds the remnants of the last storm
Wetterhorn looking sexy
Tendrils of a frozen wonderland
Medicinal Fuzzijuana Fern20
Remnants of a time past
Is there anybody out there?
Just knock if you can hear me...
Thanks for reading, see you on the trail!
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