Mt Washington

 

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BIG Sunny, Warm 'n Fuzzy

Mt. Washington

Story and Photos By Mark Renson

A night of revelry in Bean City on Thursday made an early bedtime on Friday night pretty easy. I woke up early on Saturday and was able to catch a sweet moon set and a killer sunrise on the Kancamagus Highway.I was also early enough to get a parking spot at Pinkham Notch. If I had to get a spot at Hermit Lake, I would NOT have been early enough, as a long line had formed for tickets to reserve a spot there.

I assembled myself and chose my AT gear for tools - 190cm Tua AT boards mounted with Silvretta EZ-Go bindings fitted for Scarpa Denali boots. I trudged up the Gulf of Slides trail, excited for some new adventure in a place I had never been to. Over the New Years week, I trudged up the Boot Spur Link trail in a minus 70 wind chill and was barely able to peer over the edge to get a glimpse of this place before scrambling back down to Hermit Lake and letting hypothermia set in. This folly was not victimless, however- my trusty Olympus pocket click 'n shoot camera went into a coma for several days thereafter from the cold.

I encountered a large patch of snow at roughly 2,800 feet (I think) and put on my boards to skin up. Bad move. I rounded a corner and descended into a small gully and stream and thereafter found too many bare spots. Since my AT boots are made for hiking, I went into that mode until I hit some more consistent, linked snow patches where I retooled for skinning. With its more southerly aspect, snow coverage on this trail wasn't anywhere nearly as full as the Tuckermans/Sherburne combo on the other side of the ridge. Snow coverage was much more positive at 3,500 feet.

 At the end of the cut trail, I was sobered when I encountered the Wald/Crumbaker memorial avalanche rescue cache, established in memory of the 2 victims of a March 1996 avalanche in this bowl. A few strides later, I discovered snapped trees and forest debris. It seemed too fresh to be from the aforementioned accident and was very haunting.

It was a sight that I had never seen before in the East. I was informed afterwards that the large slide was the result of a February wind event of the vicious kind that the Rockpile frequently delivers.

But on the bright side, I was enlightened by what else lied in front of me - the countless chutes and acres of snowfields there! I can't believe that a place like this gets "this" overlooked. There appears to be more routes here than in Tuckerman. What this place doesn't have is:
1. Crowds
2. Dawgs
3. Huge VW Microbus sized blocks of ice ready to crash on you
4. Crevasses
5. Yahoos who are clueless as to what to do and fall on you from above
6. Lines of people that impede your ascent

 

Don't get me wrong, I love Tuckerman. But this place was a refreshing change. OK, the descents aren't as “extreme” and won’t be showcased in a Mountain Dew commercial, but there's still plenty of 40 degree skiing. In front of me were the standard chutes that appeared to be a bit tracked with a few small bumps here and there. But, what really caught the corner of my eye was an open bowl to the south which appeared to be untracked. Goodman's guide quietly refers to this as the "Snowfields" and requires a small entertaining bushwack to access. Trust me, it's worth it!

Three people were in these snowfields. About a dozen more (at the very most) were to join us for the rest of the day. I skinned up and then climbed in my boots, dropping some unneeded gear on the way. I climbed in earnest for run #1 and postholed occasionally - no well packed preformed steps, here. Halfway up, I grabbed my ice axe in lieu of ski poles. Some might look at this as some corny overkill, but found that it made the climbing much easier/enjoyable. I took a slope measurement with my inclinometer and recorded a reading in the low 30's before it steepened. I estimated the steep portion to be in excess of 40 degrees - geez, who sez' there isn't steep skiing in Gulf of Slides!

First run was sweet - real corn! Not wet snow, or rain softened snow, but a surface that had frozen the night before and now had a luxurious coating of wet snow with a firm base underneath. I descended just to the skiers left of my ascent down the headwall. Oh, and 1 more thing, it was untracked corn where I was making tracks. I had no idea of what the name of this run was ... the sun was bright .. the sky blue .... no yahoos to dodge. I bagged somewhere between 5-750 feet of vertical (as I did on all of my other runs) - as if I really cared about actual stats.

 At the bottom, I reassembled. Climbing was actually fun, especially when the slope got steeper - it woulda' been a great day if all that I did was climb. The Scarpa Denalis worked well, especially when I remembered to click the boots onto hiking mode.

My 2nd run was to the right and at the "corner" of the "rectangular" shaped Gulf of Slides bowl. I danced through some widely spaced krumholz and let out a whoop as I bagged some more untracked. When I occasionally did run into someone, we all spoke smugly about how great this place is and how we were glad to be there rather than that "other" bowl!

 Run #3 was one where I traversed left and dropped in, making some turns as
aggressively as I wanted to. Even in the mid afternoon sun, the snow held up well, never turning into mush. Granted, it got a little heavier, but it still retained much of the classic textbook "corn" qualities.

Run #4 was even further to the left, which had some tracks in it ... but not enough to make it so I couldn't find some untracked corn on the side and not pause at the bottom and look at my faint tracks!

At about 3:30PM, I wanted more. But I was by myself, and I wanted to err on the safe side. I packed my stuff, and skied down the fun narrow gully through the krumholz and into the woods, stumbling onto a campsite. I negotiated the narrow, super gnarly Gulf of Slides ski trail 'til it ran outta' reliable sun and hiked down. The hiking descent was muddy and rough, but I never noticed it as I was smiling from my best spring skiing day, ever!

David Goodman's guide claims that the bottom of the bowl is 2.5 miles from Pinkham Notch. Hmmm, I think that stat is based on how the crow flies. The trails twists and turns seems - though maybe I'm wrong - to make it longer. I hope I'm right and this will discourage many from trudging up to this gem!

OK, after 2 weeks which including some heavy rains, it’s time to pack the gear for one more weekend adventure …..

Stay Tuned For Part 3 Next Week

 

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