Considering I have the Colfax Half-Marathon coming up on Sunday, tackling a fourteener - especially one with a trail as lengthy as Antero's in its current state - was perhaps a questionable decision.
But I couldn't resist; the weather was perfect (seriously, there wasn't even any wind on the summit ridge!), I'd read that conditions looked more like late June than mid-May, and I figured that after 16 miles and 4000 feet of elevation gain over a rocky road with some steep scrambling at the end, 13.1 miles on flat pavement that doesn't fluctuate much around that mere mile above sea level wouldn't be so bad. Or possibly I simply hate myself. A case could be made for both.
I started at 5:10 a.m., summited at 11:26, and returned to the trailhead at 4:48. I felt pretty good about my sub-12-hours time, considering this was my first of the season...and of course I had a few misadventures along the way.
My major source of consternation was the ridgeline between the end of the Jeep road and the final summit pitch. The trail along it is far more obvious from above than below it; my advice to anyone attempting it in its current state would be to choose the highest option when faced with two or more potential paths, lest you wind up traversing the top of the snow still clinging to the slope. I mean, if you *want* to know what sinking hip-deep into spring snow and then feeling like you're scrambling up the pitch with slightly melted Slurpee remnants in your boots is like, by all means, go the same way I did! Otherwise, stay high and stay dry.
That wasn't my only opportunity to give my lower extremities a bath, however, as I also ran into trouble at the Baldwin Creek crossing. There is one rock that is smaller and slightly more rounded than its neighbors. It is coated in ice before the sun has a chance to hit it and slick with water after that. Suffice to say that it's fortunate the temps were as warm as they were, because I needed to spend some time wringing out my socks after it foiled me coming and going.
Overall, however, this was a great introductory fourteener for Summer 2018, and now is the time if you're feeling masochistic...er, adventurous enough for the full sixteen miles; I only saw one other person the whole day, and there's still a little too much snow that is too deep and goes on for too long for all but the most intrepid of four-wheelers with some serious enhancements to take on after the creek crossing, so it's currently a hiker's haven.
Because I like to make occasional lists of things, here are items that I am glad I did not have weighing down my pack, as they would have been unnecessary: snowshoes, goggles, helmet.
Some things I did have but did not need: microspikes, an extra shirt.
Some things I wished I'd had: spare socks, gaiters, a jumbo pack of Wet Wipes instead of the mere travel pack I had. Without getting into overly TMI territory, let's just say that going off a medication that wreaks havoc on the ol' GI tract right before climbing above 10,000 feet can sometimes have some...explosive results. X(