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I like being outside if it's nice out. This includes mountain biking, trail running, sailing, climbing, skiing and much more. If you're going on a fun adventure, let me know!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Coastal Fall

The fall can be a difficult time for outdoor recreation in our wet and rainy climate, especially the months  of October and November. Every year, after the first rainy weekend, I'd be asking myself why I'm not adventuring something warm and sunny. With the start of winter only a week away, I thought I should share some of my mini-adventures.

Isolation Traverse

September was spectacular. It was one of the best ones I could remember, sunny nearly every day - only 5mm of precipitation was recorded. It started off with a three-day trip on the Isolation Traverse, a rugged off-trail hiking and mountaineering trip in the North Cascades. Together with Alex, Maddy, Chris and Krystil, we weaved our way across late-season glaciers, up and down heather slopes that never ended and consulted my maps a few too many times to remember. This was my first trip to this part of the Cascades, and I'd like to return there for some of the rugged beauty it offers. I was amazed that in the three days spent here, we did not see another person.

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North Twin Sister

Feeling tired, yet still yearning for some good times in the mountains, Tim Chris and I headed south across the border yet again. We had great time scrambling up the west ridge of the North Twin Sister. The rock is dunite, with large rough crystals destined for climbing on. The approach involves some logging road and mountain bike is recommended. Or you could run up and down the road if you're a fitness maniac like my friends did.

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Outrigger Creek

Two of the best days in the mountains I can recall were spent rambling along the scenic granite ridges above the Sims Valley. On yet another beautiful September weekend, Pete and I made the horseshoe traverse around Outrigger Creek, going from Outrigger Peak to Mount John Clarke. Perhaps pushing our luck in September, we went light and left the tents behind - it turned out to be a perfect night to sleep under the stars. I can understand now why those who have travelled here rank it amongst their favourite spots accesible in a weekend from Vancouver. We drove up the Squamish and then the Elaho Valley, and bushwacked for two hours from the end of a cutblock into the alpine. After that, it was two full days of jaw-dropping views - I was grinning from end to end the entire time.

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Sailing in Howe Sound

Back in the spring, I purchased a quarter share of a Catalina 27 sailboat. I figured it would be a good distraction during the times when I needed a rest from human-powered activities. Most of the time spent on the boat this summer were on evening cruises out in English Bay - enjoying a barbeque and a few beverages while watching the sunset. On a cloudy weekend in September, we sailed off to Keat's Island, a small island in Howe Sound, tucked behind Bowen Island. Sailing might have been an exaggeration on the first day - we were drifting along with the tide when our sails were raised in the calm conditions. We had betterwinds on the return voyage, enjoying sunshine and Palmosa's (equal parts Palm Bay's and orange juice) on deck.

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Welch and Foley Peak

With yet another beautiful September weekend, I headed off into the eastern end of the Cheam Range to scramble up Welch and Foley Peak. This area is located in the Chilliwack Valley and well-described in Matt Gunn's scrambles book. This was my first trip into this area, it's perfect for any peak-bagger, with numerous summits, all within day tripping range. We scrambled up the south ridge of Welch Peak, which is described by Matt as "a fantastic scramble with over 425m of alpine scrambling and a long, airy summit ridge." The following day, we climbed up Foley Peak, getting a good view of rest of the Cheam range, Mount Baker, Slesse, Rexford, Robie Reid, Judge Howay and many more.

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Cortes Island

Robyn's family has an amazing spot on the east side of Cortes Island, with a waterfront view of Desolation Sound. A few of us were lucky enough to enjoy some rare November sunshine, which lead to other unseasonable activities like swimming in the ocean and kayaking on a calm ocean surface. November is usually a time when I test my patience, and tolerance for warm wet weather that doesn't quite lead to favourable ski conditions. Luckily, time goes by quickly when you're surrounded by good friends and food.

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Tiber Bay Row

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Early Season Skiing

I find it tough to motivate myself for the first few days of skiing. The uncertain snow conditions and terrain hazards coupled with a lack of fitness and boot discomforts usually keeps me at home for the first few storms that roll through the Coast. Paul, Kristen and I made our first turns of the year around the Marriott Basin, off the Duffey Lake road. The light warm rain and the closed coffee shop in Pemberton (it was still under fall hours) made us second-guess our decision to drive three hours in search of snow. Luckily, we were not disappointed. The next weekend, I visited two popular ski destinations  if only for their proximity to Vancouver. We spent a valuable day on Seymour in above freezing temperatures, practicing beacon searches and confirming that skiing in the rain is unpleasant and best enjoyed in small doses. This was followed by a day on Red Heather with Mark and Jen, where we wallowed through the 150cm's of snow from the past week. On the gentle slopes, skiing downhill was a challenge. And most recently, Greg and I visited the Cayoosh basin, where we found  plenty of powder, sunshine, clouds and pillow drops.

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And that summarizes the last couple months of living in the big city. I'm looking forward to a great season of skiing!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Getting Judged


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Click on the image to see our route. So close to home!
With the fine autumn weather, I was keen to get outside again. I've been spending most of my weekends of August and September in the mountains instead of climbing (updates to come, now that it's raining again). I think this might stem from a major withdrawal last winter, when poor weather kept most of my trips at treeline or below. But with a stream of sunny weekends, I was starting to run out of ideas. Just as I was beginning to worry about spending a long weekend cragging in the sun, Lena suggested a visit to the Judge. The Judge? Seriously?!? What about the canoe, or the river crossing, or the notorious bushwack from sea level? These were the thoughts going through my head as I replied, "I like this Judge idea..." "Let's go get Judged!" she responded. And just like that, I searched the internet for any information I could find. This wasn't hard, stories of trips to the Judge are easy to come by.

The Judge. A coastal classic, so close to home. A multi-day multi-modal journey. Mount Judge Howay is a prominent double-peaked summit in the Fraser Valley, easily recognized from surrounding peaks near and far. It's one of those peaks that you can stare at for a while, thinking about how great the view from the top would be, but then as you recount the complicated approach, you quickly change your mind to something with easier access.

Lena picked me up on Friday afternoon, and we headed off to a Karl's place in Deep Cove to pick up the canoe. This wasn't just any ordinary canoe though, this was the legendary canoe used by Karl and Damien on their week-long self-propelled trip to the Judge. We drove east for an hour and a half on Highway 1 and then Dewdney Trunk Road to get to Stave Lake. In the past, visitors to the Judge have launched their canoes off Cypress Point on the east side of Stave Lake, but a pulled bridge has made that access unfeasible, unless you like walking with your canoe and gear down old logging roads. Our plan was to launch from Sayers Point. We turned off onto the Florence Lake road on the west side. It was dark by this point, and we headed off into the heart of redneck country.

I didn't have a good idea of where we would park. To the south of Sayers Point, there are extensive mud flats which dry out in the summer. The flats are popular with partiers and their ATVs and dune buggys. It didn't seem like a safe spot to leave the car. Reluctantly, we left the car on the edge of the mudflats, after some advice from a group who said they would look after our car and that it was less likely to get torched on the beach versus on the road. We would joke about this over the next couple days, wondering whether we would come back to a skeleton of a car.

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Our Nova Craft canoe, loaded and ready for the journey.
We emptied the car and loaded the canoe on the beach. This included our overnight gear, two bicycles and one rubbermaid container. We paddled off into the darkness, the nighttime silence broken by the cracking noise of fireworks and roar of two-stroke engines in the near distant. Two hours later, partially guided by the reflected glow of the moon on the ripply waters, we pulled ashore at the Stave Lake Powerhouse. It was already midnight by the time we had the tent up on the access road. For those wondering, the access road is likely gated the top where it joins the Florence Lake road, 200m above the lake.

To make the most of the short fall days, we woke up before sunrise each day. By day break, we were paddling north again towards the end of Stave Lake. We paddled against a northerly outflow, with gusts which seemed to stall our forward progress with every stroke. A motorized canoe would be perfect here. I don't have a good track record with canoe-approached mountaineering. Four years ago, Tim and I tried to paddle down Chilko Lake, but we where turned around by strong winds. I haven't tried canoeing since. Slowly, we worked our way up the western shoreline. We beached the canoe at Glacier Bay at the northwest corner of Stave Lake to thaw our cold fingers in the sunshine.

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A frosty morning at Glacier Bay. 
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At Glacier Bay, the 1700m north face of Mount Robie Reid dominates the skyline.  Pacemaker  climbs up through  the white rockfall scar in the centre.
The north end of Stave Lake is a strange sight to the eye. Prior to the damming of the lake in the early 1920's, massive cedars grew in the valley. These trees were left behind in the river, and later logged in the 80's during periods of prolonged lowering of the reservoir. We paddled through the shallow waters, barely floating over top of giant stumps. There might have been one or two soft landings. We worked our way eastward through shallow sand flat, eventually reaching the road at the 4 Km marker. While the paddling through the forest was scenic, the faster option is to go ashore at the southern terminus of the road, where the logging barge docks and then continue on bikes from there.

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Lena paddling along Stave Lake.
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A surreal experience paddling through the submerged forest in shallow waters at the head of Stave Lake. The river outlet is to the left, but the road is to the far right. 
The next stage of our multi-modal journey took us on our bikes north along the Stave FSR. We biked north for ten kilometres along a nearly flat gravel road, only stopping to stare at the steep rugged terrain in our new world. We left our bikes at the 14 Km marker, and prepared ourselves for the fording of the Stave River. If you search online, there are some great stories of successful and unsuccessful crossings, stories of broken paddles and sinking rafts, and bike trailer contraptions to haul the canoe along the road. Luckily for us, the water levels in the fall are low, and it was an uneventful knee deep wade across. Check the water levels beforehand on this handy website before committing to a ford.
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Reflection of the banks of the Stave River
Most of the notoriety behind the climb of the Judge lies in the next six hundred vertical metres, but thanks to a collective effort of coastal bushwackers, a flagged route weaves it way through devil's club, slide alder, steep forest and cliff bands. Don't try to pick your own route through here, this isn't the place for that, just follow the flagging. We lost the flagging at first, stumbled through unnecessary alder, but soon trended left and regain the flagging and made slow progress up through the trees, grabbing on cedar branches where necessary to pull up and over rock steps. We climbed up through this patch of steep trees until it was possible to traverse left across the infamous water platform, a break in the gully allowing passage through an otherwise impassable gully.

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Lena and the Stave River. Our canoe is somewhere in that sunny patch on the right.
From here, we worked our way towards the hanging valley which drains into another larger gully to the south. Getting out of the water platform proved to be some of the most tedious bushwacking of the trip. The south side of the gully was blockaded by trees fallen over from an avalanche during the winter. We crawled through the trees, while pine needles accumulated inside my shirt. We contoured through some old growth after, and then we were finally looking down into the hanging valley. However, a swath of slide alder stood in our path. It wasn't clear on the best way to get around this, so we continued hiking uphill between the alder and the cliff band to our right, working our way through the top of the path until reaching another slabby gully. At this point, we dropped down to our left through some trees and slide alder, losing 50-100m of elevation along the way. It was difficult to lose that elevation after working so hard to gain it. By this point, we had been bushwacking for four hours, tired and ready for a break. We pitched the tent on some granite slabs at ~660m, and settled in for a dinner of mashed potatoes.

At daybreak, we left camp and looked for a route through the granite slabs which surround the hanging valley. Hindsight is always 20/20, we did not take the best route here. We worked our way across firm snow, then off into the moat behind the snowfield towards the main gully at the end of the valley.  Eventually the small moat transformed into a dark cavernous abyss, and we moved onto the slabs. The plan was to climb the slabs, reach some trees above, and then hope for a route through the head of the main gully. A few committing moves on the slab were required, and I hoped that our route would go, as retreat here seemed difficult. Our gamble worked, and we found a spot at the top where the vertical sides of the gully flattened. Once across the main gully (which would be completely snow filled in the spring and early summer and easy bootpacking), we hiked south across boulders and slabs and heather slopes, feeling relieved to finally be moving in easier terrain.

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The route goes up the boulder field to the gully to the left of the dark buttress on the left
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The Chehalis peaks to the east
The rest of the climb up to the summit plateau was straightforward talus or scree hiking mixed with sections of firm snow where we used crampons. I brought steel crampons, while Lena took instep crampons. The standard route goes up a broad east-facing gully, with a bottleneck near the top where the gully steepens and narrows. Would it go? Or would be we blocked by steep unclimbable snow or loose rock? My worries turned out to be unnecessarily, and it was easy scrambling on ledges (albiet covered with loose rock) on the sides.

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Upper snowfield above the hourglass
Looking back at the photo above, it seems quite clear that the left summit is the higher north peak, whereas the right summit is just a subsidiary summit. Perhaps I was tired, but when I climbed to the col between the two peaks, it seemed like the right peak was higher, so we started scrambling up that one. The rock was solid, featured but steep. Lena continued climbing higher, so I followed. The exposure was nauseating. At the top, we stared across at the true summit, wondering whether the dark blank wall in front of us was climbable. We retreated off the summit with the aid of a 15m rappel (we took a 30m rope) and climbed back up to the col and over to the main summit. What looked like an improbable face now appeared climbable. I pulled out the climbing gear just in case. Ironically, the climbing was much easier. There was one short step above the snow bridge spanning the moat, and after that it was easy 4th class on very featured slabs. In early summer conditions, the summit pyramid is covered in snow. Depending on the amount of snow, transitioning onto the rock could be trickier or easier. At 2pm, we were standing on the summit. I've been wondering what the view from the top would be like for a long time. There was no disappointment today on a clear gorgeous October afternoon. From the top, I could see the North Shore mountains, the Golden Ears, Robie Reid, the Misty Icefields, the Chehalis, Mount Baker, Shuksan, Sleese, Old Settler, Urquhart, Tantalus, Garibadi, Mamquam, Matier, and the list goes on!
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On the summit of the Judge!

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Exposed scrambling on the false summit

We reversed our route down the slab, then the snowfield and gully back to the head of the hanging valley. This time though, we were going to pick a route through the south side of the valley instead. We descended slabs, working our way east until we found the side gully as described in one of the route descriptions I had. Hindsight is 20/20. I wasn't sure what the author meant by a side gully, but this was clearly an indistinct gully on the looker's left side of the gully forming the valley. This side gully leads into a ramp system that first goes left then back right to exit the valley. This route was much better than what we used in the morning. The last challenge was crossing the snow bridges between us and camp. With the hot weather this summer, massive gaps had formed below the snow where torrents of water eroded away at the winter snowpack. Again, I was scared, and whimpered my way back to camp.  Dinner was mashed potatoes again, it was Thanksgiving after all.

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We descended these slabs. I don't recommend coming up here in wet conditions.

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Luckily we found an easier way to get back onto the snowfield in the hanging valley lower down.
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The Northern Lights above our campsite in the hanging valley.
The trip home felt much easier the next day. The bushwacking felt easier and the river crossing was trivial. We were back at the canoe before noon. At this point, I got a little extra motivation for the canoe home. "There's a chance that we could make it back on time for this Thanksgiving dinner that my friend's are having," said Lena. "Really? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I replied. I knew why though, I'm sure we would have been bushwacking at 4am if I had known. I paddled as hard as I could for the next four hours. We found our car intact at Sayer's Point, dropped off the canoe in Deep Cove, and proceeded to feast on a dinner of turkey, stuffing, salads, roast vegetables, spicy beans, and of course, more mashed potatoes.

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Who needs coffee when there's BW4 bushwhacking in the morning. Dale (2000) describes a BW4 difficulty as "Severe brush. Pace less than one mile per hour. Leather gloves and heavy clothing required to avoid loss of blood. Much profanity and mental anguish. Thick stands of brush requiring circumnavigation are required."


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Bushwhacking in the deadfall. This was closer to BW4+. 
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Success! 
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Robie Reid, Judge Howay, and Lena.
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Padding hard on Stave Lake. Sayer's Point is directly in front of the bow, in the far distant.