Little Bear Peak Trip Report 02/01/2018

Report Type	Full
Peak(s)	Little Bear Peak - 14,041 feet "South Little Bear" - 14,028 feet
Date Posted	02/01/2018
Modified	09/14/2020
Date Climbed	01/27/2018
Author	Eli Boardman

The Spirit Bear
Little Bear Peak...even the name sounds like something best viewed from a distance. Often listed as one of the hardest 14ers, we all know that the Bear really isn't very Little. Bears are almost always brown or black, like the rocky slopes of the Peak in summer. A very small percentage of black bears have a rare gene making them white; these are often called "spirit bears" due to their rarity and importance in indigenous cultures. In the winter, snow transforms Little Bear Peak into a white spirit bear. Like sighting the rare white bruin of the northern forests, a snowy winter ascent of Little Bear Peak is a special occurrence, entailing extra hardship and perhaps a little luck. In the early days of January, I climbed Blanca and Ellingwood in a solo winter day trip. Views on that day made the "spirit bear" ascent of Little Bear look daunting. Little Bear above Lake Como I've been talking about climbing Little Bear Peak in winter since December of 2016, but the opportunity never presented itself. Either the weather was bad, I didn't have the right partner, or I was just plain intimidated by climbing that peak in winter. Flash forward to January 2018, I'm driving down La Veta Pass, thinking about everything that could go wrong, with Little Bear illuminated by the moon and looking like a ghost to the north. Looking like a ghost. Ghosts are white, at least that's how they draw them. White. White means snow. Maybe too much snow. There's probably no way I'll make it, especially solo. In winter. What am I even thinking? Well, there's a great forecast, and I've been talking about Little Bear for over a year, so I might as well try it. In the wise words of the late, great Jim DiNapoli (Dancesatmoonrise), "the night before a solo winter climb is always the toughest." The darkness makes everything more ominous, I'm already tired from a hard week of high school, and my confidence about making the summit is at an all-time low. But, I guess I might as well try. "Well, you cannot win if you do not play. No, you cannot win if you do not play." ~ Steve Forbert We park the RV at about 7.9k on the Lake Como Road. The alarm goes off at 3:30 a.m. and I leave the warmth of the RV soon after, immediately hopping a barbed-wire fence and heading southeast across BLM land towards Little Bear's southwest ridge. The Tobin Creek trailhead is on private property, so the only access to this side of Little Bear is with a long bushwhack. I hate walking solo in the dark below treeline. It's not so much that I'm worried about animals or even scared at all; it's just a feeling of mind-numbing boredom and a suffocating sense of wanting to be anywhere else. I want to be either in the RV, warm and secure, or well above treeline, triumphantly approaching a summit. The complete lack of any path makes it worse. Low, nasty scrub pine trees gradually condense into a forest that catches my snowshoes and ice axe and offers no opportunity for marking my progress except by comparing the tracks on the GPS. I become my own absurd little universe, confined to the headlamp beam and the GPS. As far as I can tell, I might be the only human alive, maybe even the only animal. I have to remind myself that solo mountaineering is not a good time for existential crises--just keep bushwhacking. Maybe the sun will come up someday. Bushwhacking in the dark Eventually I make it to Tobin Creek, where I cross and begin ascending steeply through the desert scrub towards treeline. The wind begins to pick up as I reach the crest of the southwest ridge around 10.5k, and I begin to fight snow-covered talus as well as the trees. As the sky becomes gradually lighter, I turn off my headlamp, navigating in the soft pink glow of a winter dawn. Now it is a desperate struggle to get to treeline before sunrise. Somehow my days always seem better when they start with sunrise in the alpine. First light on the southwest ridge I push through several short but deep drifts without donning snowshoes to avoid wasting time by stopping. I end up stashing the snowshoes at treeline, grateful not to have needed them. Sunrise reveals that I have already climbed high above the beautiful but barren expanse of the San Luis Valley. It's starting to get windy, and it's an icy wind. Mountain Forecast is calling for a wind chill in the negatives; the traverse will probably be too dangerous in these conditions. I am proud of myself for at least getting out and trying. Sunrise on the ridge Of course I don't turn around yet. The ridge is still broad and composed of talus and snow--any wind gusts are not yet dangerous. I crest a bump around 12.8k and begin to feel better about the endeavor as I see that Little Bear's west face looks fairly dry. From Point 13,133 the ridge becomes narrower with some exposure to the left and a steep slope to the right. I trade my trekking poles for an ice axe for increased security on the steep slopes. Southwest ridge around 13.2k It's a long way down to the valley As I gain elevation above 13k, the ridge steepens dramatically, culminating in a rather exposed 4th-class knife edge and a short vertical face. The wind has dropped considerably, it's perfectly clear, I'm warm and feeling strong, and the rock is fairly dry. I inch my way cautiously into the beginning of the technical section. If there's one terrifying yet exhilarating aspect of solo mountaineering, it's the necessity of self-reliance. No partner to help keep an eye on the weather, no one to remind you to stop for water, no one to point out a better route. Climbing solo demands pure focus on each move while still necessitating a high level of broader situational awareness. In this sense, perhaps going solo in alpine style is the purest way to climb. It's just the rock, the snow, the wind, the sun, and me, almost 6,000 feet above the valley floor. The bear rears its head The knife edge (taken on descent) After a few minutes of concentrating on scrambling, the ridge broadens and flattens, and I reach the summit of South Little Bear, an unofficial 14er, just before 10 a.m. The relatively large summit provides a welcome break, where I drink a few cups of tea and study the final part of the route. The Mama Bear Traverse, as it is popularly called, threads ledges and ridge sections to gain only 17 vertical feet to the true summit of Little Bear Peak. It looks quite doable and even drier than I had hoped. For the first time, I feel that I have a good chance of making the summit. Of course, there's also the descent. What if the wind picks up? Would reversing the knife edge be doable in a big wind? What if it was gusty at just the wrong time? What if... Sometimes, I decide, it is best not to consider too many possibilities. The traverse viewed from South Little Bear The views from up here are simply surreal, with all 4 ranked 14ers of the Sierra Blanca clearly in sight. (from left to right: Little Bear (close), Ellingwood, Blanca, Lindsey) Summit pano from South Little Bear I carefully descend the 3rd-class northwest face of South Little Bear a few dozen feet to bypass the first obstacle on the ridge, a huge overhanging gendarme. The target is a ledge that cuts an improbably line around the gendarme to regain the ridge a little later. The wind calms down further, and I carefully walk along the ledge. I have crampons in my pack but decide not to use them because the rock is fairly dry for winter and there are plenty of solid hand holds. It's important to be absolutely sure about every move, as there are no second chances up here. "Do or do not; there is no try." ~ Yoda Gendarme blocks passage Scrambling below the crest The ledge is about 2 feet wide and flat. To my right, a wall of rock rises to the impassable ridge crest. To my left, Little Bear's west face drops precipitously almost 2,000 feet into the headwaters of Tobin Creek. I feel a little like I am playing a game of pool against a man with no teeth, betting money I don't have. That is to say, focused. Exposure on the ledge The ledge broadens and turns into a slope leading back to the sharp crest. In places, it's most secure to scoot along sitting down. The exposure to the left is still significant, but the drop to the right into Blanca Basin is jaw-dropping. Snow kicked off here might not hit the ground for 800 to 1,000 feet. Climbing the narrow ridge Exposure into Blanca Basin In some places, the ridge is perfectly flat and capped by a snow ridge; I must be careful to not touch any cornices and to maintain several points of contact, even when no rock is sticking out. In other places, sharp rock fins jut up, and I pass these only after testing that the rock is solid. On the Mama Bear Traverse Before long, I am looking down into the technical crux, a 20-foot, 4th-class downclimb into the notch at the top of the infamous Hourglass Couoir. The snow complicates things, and I use the ice axe for dry-tooling in snowy cracks to help lower myself on the face. The exposure is actually not too bad for the short crux. After the downclimb, I ascend a relatively snowy and loose face. Final pitch to the top And what's this? The ridge ends! The summit of the Spirit Bear, aka Little Bear in winter! YES! The traverse took around 35 minutes, putting me on top before 11 a.m. The elation I feel ranks up there with my summits of Orizaba, Gannett, and the Grand Teton. Today my joy is compounded by the isolation, the self-reliance, the dim memory of perseverance while bushwhacking, and the sobering knowledge of the exacting scrambling needing for the imminent descent. Summit of Little Bear Peak in January! The snow-clad flanks of the Sierra Blanca soar all around, giving verity to the sub-range's name. The San Luis valley stretches out, perfectly flat, to the Culebra Range and the western San Juans; to the north, the Crestones form a jagged profile against the azure sky. I sip some tea. This is why I climb. I climb to experience the senses, the joy and triumph, the pain and boredom, the fear and hope. To rebel against the numbing syndrome of a consumer society that knows neither defeat nor triumph. To escape the "norm" of being neither quite dead nor quite alive. To be alive. "I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." ~ Jack London The snow-clad Twin Peaks Summit pano from Little Bear I relax on the summit probably longer than I should, but I need some time to come to terms with having summited Little Bear solo in winter under perfect weather. The whole thing seems implausible, but here I am on the top. I wonder if I am the youngest person (17) to have done this solo in winter; it doesn't matter, but would be an interesting claim. The traverse back to South Little Bear goes fairly smoothly since I am now intimately familiar with the terrain. Climbing up the notch above the hourglass is probably the hardest part in this direction as well, but certainly not the most exposed. South Little Bear from the traverse To the west, the steepness of the west face allows for eagle's eye views of Little Bear Lake / Tobin Creek (left) and Como Lake / Holbrook Creek (right) in beautiful symmetric valleys. These valleys offer an interesting contrast, given that they are almost identical geographically, with Como having a road and trail and thus getting practically all of the human usage with Tobin remaining virtually unvisited. Tobin (left) and Como (right) drainages Shortly, I regain the top of South Little Bear and proceed to descend the last few sections of scrambling. Fortuitously, the wind remains practically calm as I retrace my route down the short face and across the knife edge. The scrambling below South Little Bear From here, the full lower route is in view, undulating down to treeline and cutting across the terrible scrub forest to the Lake Como Road. I am grateful for safe passage back to the safety of the talus on the lower ridge, and I try to maintain a decent pace so that I hopefully don't have to do too much bushwhacking after sunset. As if aware that I am practically out of danger, the wind resumes its gusty force. The lower southwest ridge The early afternoon light illuminates the awesome west face of Little Bear. I climbed the right-hand ridge and traversed across the top of the face to the summit, which is on the left. Little Bear's west face Below 13k, I begin to slow down, struggling to fight the wind and loose talus. There is a certain relief that accompanies returning towards treeline, as it seems to alleviate the need to move quickly. Still, I try to push myself to make it out by sunset. As I descend, the last of the nearby snowy peaks disappear behind the lower ridges, but the Culebra Range still stands out on the horizon. The 13er Twin Peaks Bushwhacking with a view of the Culebra Range I end up finding a very heavily used deer trail that provides an easier path through much of the bushwhacking. Still, the deer are lower than me, so I continually have to duck under branches to avoid catching the snowshoes and ice axe. As the trees thin, the sun sinks behind the San Juans, lighting up the desert in amber waves of natural grain. I reach the RV shortly after sunset, making for a round-trip time of just over 14 hours. Desert sunset I am thankful to be able to experience this creation, to be fully alive, even if for only a moment. I hope you enjoyed the story of my dance with the "spirit bear." "Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world." ~ Grateful Dead Goodnight, Little Bear My GPS Tracks on Google Maps (made from a .GPX file upload): Login required to view this map... Thumbnails for uploaded photos (click to open slideshow):

The Spirit Bear

Little Bear Peak...even the name sounds like something best viewed from a distance. Often listed as one of the hardest 14ers, we all know that the Bear really isn't very Little.

Bears are almost always brown or black, like the rocky slopes of the Peak in summer. A very small percentage of black bears have a rare gene making them white; these are often called "spirit bears" due to their rarity and importance in indigenous cultures. In the winter, snow transforms Little Bear Peak into a white spirit bear. Like sighting the rare white bruin of the northern forests, a snowy winter ascent of Little Bear Peak is a special occurrence, entailing extra hardship and perhaps a little luck.

In the early days of January, I climbed Blanca and Ellingwood in a solo winter day trip. Views on that day made the "spirit bear" ascent of Little Bear look daunting.

I've been talking about climbing Little Bear Peak in winter since December of 2016, but the opportunity never presented itself. Either the weather was bad, I didn't have the right partner, or I was just plain intimidated by climbing that peak in winter.

Flash forward to January 2018, I'm driving down La Veta Pass, thinking about everything that could go wrong, with Little Bear illuminated by the moon and looking like a ghost to the north. Looking like a ghost. Ghosts are white, at least that's how they draw them. White. White means snow. Maybe too much snow. There's probably no way I'll make it, especially solo. In winter. What am I even thinking? Well, there's a great forecast, and I've been talking about Little Bear for over a year, so I might as well try it.

In the wise words of the late, great Jim DiNapoli (Dancesatmoonrise), "the night before a solo winter climb is always the toughest." The darkness makes everything more ominous, I'm already tired from a hard week of high school, and my confidence about making the summit is at an all-time low. But, I guess I might as well try.

"Well, you cannot win if you do not play. No, you cannot win if you do not play." ~ Steve Forbert

We park the RV at about 7.9k on the Lake Como Road. The alarm goes off at 3:30 a.m. and I leave the warmth of the RV soon after, immediately hopping a barbed-wire fence and heading southeast across BLM land towards Little Bear's southwest ridge. The Tobin Creek trailhead is on private property, so the only access to this side of Little Bear is with a long bushwhack.

I hate walking solo in the dark below treeline. It's not so much that I'm worried about animals or even scared at all; it's just a feeling of mind-numbing boredom and a suffocating sense of wanting to be anywhere else. I want to be either in the RV, warm and secure, or well above treeline, triumphantly approaching a summit. The complete lack of any path makes it worse. Low, nasty scrub pine trees gradually condense into a forest that catches my snowshoes and ice axe and offers no opportunity for marking my progress except by comparing the tracks on the GPS. I become my own absurd little universe, confined to the headlamp beam and the GPS. As far as I can tell, I might be the only human alive, maybe even the only animal. I have to remind myself that solo mountaineering is not a good time for existential crises--just keep bushwhacking. Maybe the sun will come up someday.

Eventually I make it to Tobin Creek, where I cross and begin ascending steeply through the desert scrub towards treeline. The wind begins to pick up as I reach the crest of the southwest ridge around 10.5k, and I begin to fight snow-covered talus as well as the trees. As the sky becomes gradually lighter, I turn off my headlamp, navigating in the soft pink glow of a winter dawn. Now it is a desperate struggle to get to treeline before sunrise. Somehow my days always seem better when they start with sunrise in the alpine.

I push through several short but deep drifts without donning snowshoes to avoid wasting time by stopping. I end up stashing the snowshoes at treeline, grateful not to have needed them. Sunrise reveals that I have already climbed high above the beautiful but barren expanse of the San Luis Valley. It's starting to get windy, and it's an icy wind. Mountain Forecast is calling for a wind chill in the negatives; the traverse will probably be too dangerous in these conditions. I am proud of myself for at least getting out and trying.

Of course I don't turn around yet. The ridge is still broad and composed of talus and snow--any wind gusts are not yet dangerous. I crest a bump around 12.8k and begin to feel better about the endeavor as I see that Little Bear's west face looks fairly dry. From Point 13,133 the ridge becomes narrower with some exposure to the left and a steep slope to the right. I trade my trekking poles for an ice axe for increased security on the steep slopes.

As I gain elevation above 13k, the ridge steepens dramatically, culminating in a rather exposed 4th-class knife edge and a short vertical face. The wind has dropped considerably, it's perfectly clear, I'm warm and feeling strong, and the rock is fairly dry. I inch my way cautiously into the beginning of the technical section. If there's one terrifying yet exhilarating aspect of solo mountaineering, it's the necessity of self-reliance. No partner to help keep an eye on the weather, no one to remind you to stop for water, no one to point out a better route. Climbing solo demands pure focus on each move while still necessitating a high level of broader situational awareness. In this sense, perhaps going solo in alpine style is the purest way to climb.

It's just the rock, the snow, the wind, the sun, and me, almost 6,000 feet above the valley floor.

After a few minutes of concentrating on scrambling, the ridge broadens and flattens, and I reach the summit of South Little Bear, an unofficial 14er, just before 10 a.m. The relatively large summit provides a welcome break, where I drink a few cups of tea and study the final part of the route. The Mama Bear Traverse, as it is popularly called, threads ledges and ridge sections to gain only 17 vertical feet to the true summit of Little Bear Peak. It looks quite doable and even drier than I had hoped. For the first time, I feel that I have a good chance of making the summit. Of course, there's also the descent. What if the wind picks up? Would reversing the knife edge be doable in a big wind? What if it was gusty at just the wrong time? What if... Sometimes, I decide, it is best not to consider too many possibilities.

The traverse viewed from South Little Bear

The views from up here are simply surreal, with all 4 ranked 14ers of the Sierra Blanca clearly in sight. (from left to right: Little Bear (close), Ellingwood, Blanca, Lindsey)

I carefully descend the 3rd-class northwest face of South Little Bear a few dozen feet to bypass the first obstacle on the ridge, a huge overhanging gendarme. The target is a ledge that cuts an improbably line around the gendarme to regain the ridge a little later. The wind calms down further, and I carefully walk along the ledge. I have crampons in my pack but decide not to use them because the rock is fairly dry for winter and there are plenty of solid hand holds. It's important to be absolutely sure about every move, as there are no second chances up here.

"Do or do not; there is no try." ~ Yoda

The ledge is about 2 feet wide and flat. To my right, a wall of rock rises to the impassable ridge crest. To my left, Little Bear's west face drops precipitously almost 2,000 feet into the headwaters of Tobin Creek. I feel a little like I am playing a game of pool against a man with no teeth, betting money I don't have. That is to say, focused.

The ledge broadens and turns into a slope leading back to the sharp crest. In places, it's most secure to scoot along sitting down. The exposure to the left is still significant, but the drop to the right into Blanca Basin is jaw-dropping. Snow kicked off here might not hit the ground for 800 to 1,000 feet.

In some places, the ridge is perfectly flat and capped by a snow ridge; I must be careful to not touch any cornices and to maintain several points of contact, even when no rock is sticking out. In other places, sharp rock fins jut up, and I pass these only after testing that the rock is solid.

Before long, I am looking down into the technical crux, a 20-foot, 4th-class downclimb into the notch at the top of the infamous Hourglass Couoir. The snow complicates things, and I use the ice axe for dry-tooling in snowy cracks to help lower myself on the face. The exposure is actually not too bad for the short crux. After the downclimb, I ascend a relatively snowy and loose face.

And what's this? The ridge ends! The summit of the Spirit Bear, aka Little Bear in winter! YES! The traverse took around 35 minutes, putting me on top before 11 a.m. The elation I feel ranks up there with my summits of Orizaba, Gannett, and the Grand Teton. Today my joy is compounded by the isolation, the self-reliance, the dim memory of perseverance while bushwhacking, and the sobering knowledge of the exacting scrambling needing for the imminent descent.

The snow-clad flanks of the Sierra Blanca soar all around, giving verity to the sub-range's name. The San Luis valley stretches out, perfectly flat, to the Culebra Range and the western San Juans; to the north, the Crestones form a jagged profile against the azure sky. I sip some tea.

This is why I climb. I climb to experience the senses, the joy and triumph, the pain and boredom, the fear and hope. To rebel against the numbing syndrome of a consumer society that knows neither defeat nor triumph. To escape the "norm" of being neither quite dead nor quite alive. To be alive.

"I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time." ~ Jack London

I relax on the summit probably longer than I should, but I need some time to come to terms with having summited Little Bear solo in winter under perfect weather. The whole thing seems implausible, but here I am on the top. I wonder if I am the youngest person (17) to have done this solo in winter; it doesn't matter, but would be an interesting claim.

The traverse back to South Little Bear goes fairly smoothly since I am now intimately familiar with the terrain. Climbing up the notch above the hourglass is probably the hardest part in this direction as well, but certainly not the most exposed.

To the west, the steepness of the west face allows for eagle's eye views of Little Bear Lake / Tobin Creek (left) and Como Lake / Holbrook Creek (right) in beautiful symmetric valleys. These valleys offer an interesting contrast, given that they are almost identical geographically, with Como having a road and trail and thus getting practically all of the human usage with Tobin remaining virtually unvisited.

Shortly, I regain the top of South Little Bear and proceed to descend the last few sections of scrambling. Fortuitously, the wind remains practically calm as I retrace my route down the short face and across the knife edge.

From here, the full lower route is in view, undulating down to treeline and cutting across the terrible scrub forest to the Lake Como Road. I am grateful for safe passage back to the safety of the talus on the lower ridge, and I try to maintain a decent pace so that I hopefully don't have to do too much bushwhacking after sunset. As if aware that I am practically out of danger, the wind resumes its gusty force.

The early afternoon light illuminates the awesome west face of Little Bear. I climbed the right-hand ridge and traversed across the top of the face to the summit, which is on the left.

Below 13k, I begin to slow down, struggling to fight the wind and loose talus. There is a certain relief that accompanies returning towards treeline, as it seems to alleviate the need to move quickly. Still, I try to push myself to make it out by sunset.

As I descend, the last of the nearby snowy peaks disappear behind the lower ridges, but the Culebra Range still stands out on the horizon.

Bushwhacking with a view of the Culebra Range

I end up finding a very heavily used deer trail that provides an easier path through much of the bushwhacking. Still, the deer are lower than me, so I continually have to duck under branches to avoid catching the snowshoes and ice axe. As the trees thin, the sun sinks behind the San Juans, lighting up the desert in amber waves of natural grain. I reach the RV shortly after sunset, making for a round-trip time of just over 14 hours.

I am thankful to be able to experience this creation, to be fully alive, even if for only a moment. I hope you enjoyed the story of my dance with the "spirit bear."

"Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world." ~ Grateful Dead

My GPS Tracks on Google Maps (made from a .GPX file upload):

Thumbnails for uploaded photos (click to open slideshow):

Comments or Questions

mountainute	awesome 2/1/2018 11:39pm Great route, and very good reading of your report. best wishes, mountainute You probably are the youngest person wiht a winter solo of LB.
Tornadoman	Fantastic 2/2/2018 8:27am I have been thinking about SW ridge on LB for a long time.. congrats on doing it instead of just thinking about it! When you mentioned a week at high school I was assuming you worked at a high school until you mentioned you are only 17.... :lol:
two lunches	wow 2/2/2018 8:36am you have an amazing way with words- i wasn't ready for this to end!
John Prater	Nice! 2/2/2018 2:28pm Impressive outing (and writing), Eli. Good stuff!
TakeMeToYourSummit	Nicely done! 2/2/2018 6:15pm A great trip down memory lane! Looks extra spicy with snow on it (we climbed it dry)! Keep up the good work (climbing & writing reports)!
Eli Boardman	Thanks 2/2/2018 10:03pm Thanks for the comments guys, it was almost as fun to write as it was to climb!
greenonion	Wow 2/3/2018 9:40am Wow. Incredible achievement and experience. One of the best TRs I've ever read. Great writing and accomplishment. you're only 17??!!
Stratosfearsome	6000ft Above the Valley Floor. 2/3/2018 1:59pm Good job, Eli! I climbed this route last March and it was magical. It is a long way but I think it is the essence of non-technical Colorado mountaineering (though I am pretty inexperienced.) You capture it like a painting that lives inside your mind. I commend you for both the climb and the writing. It was a pleasure to read, I felt like I was there again, and I wish you countless more spirit adventures. Rob
PaulVee	Awesome! 2/4/2018 12:43pm Great trip report and great climb! Congrats!
Jay521	Fantastic job, Eil! 2/5/2018 10:39am I do so enjoy your reports - and as others have said, you do have a way with words. Thanks for posting this one.
14erFred	Awesome Alpine Adventure 2/5/2018 7:54pm Congratulations on this marvelous winter solo ascent! What a well-executed climb, and what a captivating narrative. Keep the faith, and keep up the great climbing.
mrgooseskin	Spectacular! 2/7/2018 1:20am Great job on the climb, and thanks for the breath taking photos. There is something about those loooong, steep desert-y ridge ascents that are so appealing, especially that time of year. San Luis Valley rocks! Congrats dude! :D
Trotter	Nice 2/8/2018 2:45am Good report
DeTour	Beautiful dance 2/10/2018 8:48am ... and fitting that you quote Dancesatmoonrise. Your account captures some of the same magic that he so often shared with us. I think you know what a high compliment that is.
douglehr	Great Report Eli 2/13/2018 10:05pm That's a great report and an epic solo adventure!
Gueza	Nice work Eli! 2/19/2018 10:43am A solid solo effort for sure - teen years are the best years for climbing 14ers. Climb on!
Dave Mason	Fantastic 3/10/2018 11:06am Great report and a tremendous accomplishment. Your photography and writing are on par with Jim's. I was executor of his estate and had the opportunity to read through all of his past reports (including his winter ascent of LB via the SW Ridge) when I was getting his affairs in order. We scattered his ashes off the summit of Capitol Peak after he passed. I'll be putting a rope up on Rainbow Bridge in the Garden on March 29 (4 year anniversary of his passing) and having a Modus in his honor. Climb On!

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