Lee Vining Canyon Ice Climbing: Even More Lessons Learned and Fun Had

My second ice climbing outing of 2013 was a marathon day trip to Lee Vining with a friend of mine from Pipeworks Climbing Gym. Larry has been ice climbing for the better part of 35 years. I knew he was an ice climber and had talked to him about the long trips he makes to New England, Canada, and Colorado several times every winter. He and my friend Lewis climbed Yellow Brick Road WI3+ on Drug Dome when Hwy 120 was open in December 2011, a rare opportunity. In January  I overheard Larry talking at the gym about not being able to find local ice climbing partners. I totally stuck my nose in the conversation and told him I would go anytime. Last week he invited me for a day trip to Lee Vining. He started the conversation with: “We would have to leave from Sacramento at 3am but a day trip to Lee Vining is doable. We’ll climb the 2 pitch center line on the Main Wall.” I was definitely game. That meant only the cost of gas and not being gone from my family for more than a day. Yes, I would get up at 2am, no problem. Alpine start – from my house.

I carefully pack my backpack, employing all those clothing and food lessons I learned at Coldstream Canyon. Once again, I put all my climbing and belay clothes in waterproof sacks – that would turn out to be a very important choice. I took equipment inventory three times the night before and placed everything except my backpack in my car. I was to be in bed at 9pm. I ran marathons for 12 years and found that I rarely slept well the night before the 4:00am alarm. This night was very similar. Luckily, I had also employed the “get a good night sleep the night before the night before the marathon.” When the alarm when off at 2:00am I was out of bed with no trouble. Tea and hot water made, I was on the road to Larry’s house by 2:30.

We took little time to transfer my gear. Time was ticking and there were chain controls in the mountains so the drive would take longer than the usual 4 hours. Unfortunately, my hiking poles were deep in the back of my trunk and in my haste I didn’t notice I left them. That was a mistake I would pay for later. Although it was a little slow going where chain controls were in effect, the drive was uneventful and we were at the PGE power station and ready to hike by 8am. It was 22 degrees. There was only one car in the parking lot, a good sign. Larry loaned me one of his hiking poles since I managed to leave mine back in Sacramento. I felt pretty stupid about it but was not too proud to take a pole!

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The PGE Powerhouse at the trailhead.

We elected not to wear snowshoes and also not to put our crampons on even though there were clear crampon tracks from the party ahead of us. The snow was very firm and frozen, the footing was treacherous. I should have stopped to put my crampons on but I figured it would get better – it didn’t. We had to cross a stream and both the snow and the rocks were icy and slippery. Larry deftly crossed, much more experienced in ice climb approaches than me. Not only should I have had my crampons on, I needed two hiking pole and I only had one. I lost my balance and my heavy backpack caused me to fall backwards into the stream. My right leg and arm were immersed. I felt a little bit of water go down my pants under my backpack, the bottom of which was clearly under water. Worst yet, I couldn’t get up. I was like a turtle on its back. Larry rushed back and helped me up. Time to assess the damage… Interestingly, I didn’t seem to be that wet. Of course, my jacket and glove instantly froze but my hands and feet weren’t numb. So, we decided to hike on. I can be a trooper and Larry got to see that part in action. We could turn around if I needed to.  I didn’t feel so stupid after Larry told me about all the ice climbing stream spills he and his partners have taken over the years.

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Early in the hike. Beautiful scenery!

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Highway 120 covered with new snowfall as viewed from Lee Vining Canyon.

We pressed on to the climbing area. As we gained elevation the snow field got steeper and the snow even more firm. I had trouble with the footing and endeavored not to look back at how far I would slide if I slipped. In fact, slipping was not an option. I kicked little stairs into the snow. It was taking way to long. Larry went ahead, dropped his pack off and came back for mine. Traveling without the backpack was easier but the footing was no more secure. I had taken my frozen glove off for a moment and then couldn’t get it back on. That was great. I slipped my hand into it as far as I could and hiked on. I was very happy to be at the base of the climb and decided that my crampons would be on for the hike out.

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Lee Vining Canyon finally in view. The snow field is much steeper than it appears here.

I quickly changed my clothes. It was very fortunate that I had used the waterproof bags because the inside of my pack was very wet. On my harness my PAS was frozen into a bizarre sculpture and my crampon bag had a solid block of ice frozen over the top. I had to blow warm air on the zipper to get my crampons out. And, yes, my butt was wet… but I still seemed to be warm enough so time to climb. I looked up at the Main Wall, and took a big gulp. Don’t panic, don’t panic. It was huge. Just about a full 70m to the top. Larry would lead it in one 70 m pitch. I would follow. He would lower me, I’d tie the second 70m rope to the first and he would haul it up. Then he would rappel off. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this…

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Larry testing out the ice at the base of the Main Wall. Looking up was daunting for me…

Larry climbed with precision. He took his time. He only place 7 ice screws in 70m. It was very impressive. I didn’t take any photos while he led, better to focus on the belay. Although later he remarked it would have been fun to have a few photos. Next time! He called that I was on belay. Ok, here we go. I started to climb. I felt solid. The climb is WI4 but there were good rest spots. The climb required some route finding but that made it interesting. I had little trouble finding tool or foot placements. I realized that I was having a great time and doing a pretty good job! I remembered all the techniques I had learned. I forced myself to rest and shake out, 70 m later I was at the top. That was the longest continuous ice climb I have ever done! Larry said he was impressed at how fast he had to take the rope in. It turned out that the guide I took my ice climbing class from, Ian, was in the canyon with clients. They were in a position to watch us climb. When I finished the climb one of the clients remarked that I rocked it. That definitely made my day. I told him that I had learned from the best and he should pay attention to what Ian told him!

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The bridge of my nose took home a souvenir of the day.

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Larry rappelling. Two other parties on the Main Wall.

Larry rappelled down as a light snowfall began. It was beautiful. We thought about doing a lap on top rope but it was getting late. Between the hike out and drive home it would be 10pm before I was home. So, I pulled the ropes, we packed up and headed to the car. I left my crampons on and used both poles to cross the creek.

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Gorgeous view on the way out too. I love the Eastside.

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Aspens asleep for the winter.

A great end to another landmark day for me. Sometimes I can’t believe I have the opportunity to do these amazing things. I would have never guessed even a few years ago any of this would happen. I am so grateful to have the company of all my wonderful climbing partners. More lessons learned and fun had!

Ice Climbing at Coldstream Canyon: Lessons Learned and Fun Had

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I had the pleasure of attending the 2013 American Alpine Club (AAC) Sierra Nevada Section (SNS) outing to Coldstream Canyon for ice climbing the weekend of January 25. This has been an annual AAC trip for some time but this was the first time for me to attend. I was apprehensive about attending without a partner for several reasons: I’m relatively new to ice climbing, I had only snow-shoed once and that was in a 5k race, I hadn’t met many of the attendees and didn’t know anyone well except for Karen, who is the current Section Chair. But my friend, Lewis (past Section Chair!), said I should give it a go and I’m really glad I took his advice. Karen is fond of pointing out that “it takes a village” to get things done and this outing was a perfect example of that adage. Like other AAC outings I have attended, it was a remarkable group of people.

The climbing area in Coldstream Canyon is 6+ miles from the parking area. The adventure to the climbs begins with the snowshoe hike (or skiing) to the Lost Trail Lodge, 4 miles from the parking area. Lost Trail Lodge is off the grid and snowbound during the winter. A beautiful place to forget the stuff that isn’t really important. At the lodge about 32 people eventually assembled for the weekend. But first many of us met at 1 pm on Friday at the parking area to help with the task of loading the group supplies for the weekend onto the snowmobile sled. This was followed a few miles down the trail later with helping transport the loads across the double railroad tracks to the snowcat that would take the supplies to the lodge.

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My fellow climbers ahead on the hike to Lost Trail Lodge, several hauling sleds of equipment.

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Listening for trains and moving supplies

It was fun to help with the process of supporting our outing. We were responsible for transporting all of our own personal and climbing gear on foot but, thankfully, the food and drink were on the snowcat.

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Lost Trail Lodge

That night we had a pizza and salad dinner prepared by Karen and others from the group. Karen kept us all well fed that night and the next two mornings. I woke at 5:30 Saturday morning to the smell of coffee, pancakes and bacon. I tried to do my part by doing dishes. Feeding that many of us looked to be a daunting task and I am grateful and amazed at how seamlessly Karen pulled it off.

I planned to leave with the early Saturday morning to help with the group climbing equipment transport. I brought my 70m rope which was needed for the longer climbs and I didn’t want anyone else burdened with the task of carrying it along with the other group climbing equipment. We headed out at 7am for the 2.5 mi hike to the climbs, and I was barely able to keep up with Ridell who was on snowshoes hauling a heavy sled full of climbing gear! My job was to keep the sled from falling into the stream at crossings.

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My first view of the Coldstream Canyon Cliffs and climbs. Notice the grey weather.

I found out when we reached the climbing area that I knew next to nothing about how to manage clothing when the hike to the ice climbs is strenuous. The places I had been last year were nothing like this place. The approaches to those places were either downhill or easy. The hike to the Coldstream Canyon climbs includes a 1000ft elevation gain. When I took off my goretex shell I found my synthetic nano puff jacket was soaking wet. I could have wrung sweat out of it! Not a good start to the day that was overcast, damp, and breezy. I dug out of my pack my remaining layers, dressed up and hoped for the best. I would spend the rest of the day working to stay warm with my feet and hands alternating who was more frozen. Luckily, I took notes from Kristen about dressing very light for the hike and having a full set of dry clothing in my pack for a waist up change upon arrival. The ideal being literally to strip to the athletic bra, towel off and get dry clothes on. I would implement that plan the next day. That would do me no good on Saturday however…

In addition to my clothing fail, I discovered I forgot my thermal cup at the lodge and I couldn’t find my tea. So, I resorted, for the first time in my life, to drinking hot water. In graduate school, fellow students from China frequently drank hot water. I always thought I wouldn’t like it but it was satisfying in the cold. The next mistake I discovered was not bringing enough food. Geesh, how many mistakes could I make in one day? I carefully rationed what I had brought with me, and I’m sure that contributed to the argument between my hands and feet over who was the most frozen. One thing that did help everyone was the tent that Ellen brought to shelter us from the wind. First you dig a pit with a “table” in the middle, then set up the tent. It was somewhat warm in the tent, thankfully!

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Our tent kindly provided by Ellen

But, now, back to ice climbing. Upon arrival the group of climbers who planned to set up top ropes sprang into action. The temperatures were warm for ice climbing so the ice was not in the best condition. We ended up with only two top ropes and probably 20 or so climbers. I was so appreciative of the guys that set up the top ropes. It was not an easy task and none of us could have climbed without their dedication to the group. It was a hazardous job. One climb at the anchors had a lot of running water underneath the ice that got several of guys setting up the climb pretty wet. Fred was assisting the setup at the bottom of the same climb. Suddenly, he fell into a hole and all we could see was the top of his helmet. Then just as suddenly, he had his legs out of the hole and was belly flopping right back onto the snow. Although I know it was not easy to get out of the hole, Fred’s experience in snow really showed at that moment. Lesson learned: snow at the base of climbs can be unstable, know how to get yourself out!

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First climb. Pretty soft ice in warm and damp conditions.

I have to admit, on Saturday I pondered why I wanted to ice climb. The conditions are harsh and unforgiving, the physical demands are very high, and mistakes can be paid for dearly. But with my brand new BD Cobras in hand, I finally got on a climb at about 2:30pm. But by then the ice was soft and slushy. I had climbed soft ice before but this ice sunk downward under my crampons. And big pieces of ice were detaching under my tools. I had a very solid belay from Rand but it wasn’t enough to make up for my fear of just how much ice might come off as I climbed. After 30 ft I called for a take and came down. Other people climbed after me and made it past where I was but I just didn’t have the skill and experience to deal with the ice conditions. However, I love my tools, as I knew I would!

The hike back to the lodge was a bit of a slog, even though it was downhill. I think the quick pace on the way out that morning set up my day to be difficult. I spent the entire 2.5 miles back thinking about clothing management, how I wanted a pair of down pants, and whether I would be able to handle the next day hiking out to the climb, climbing and then hiking to the car to go home. That would be a total of 9 miles of hiking and several ice climbing routes. I considered staying at the lodge while Fred (my carpool buddy) climbed.

That night we had a dinner catered by a Nepalese couple from Reno. The food was out of this world. I started to feel recharged after a good meal and great conversation. We talked about climbing as a metaphor for life, and great classes and trips we had taken, After dinner I decided to pack my bag for the next day. I used everything I learned from my missteps the day before. I had my stove again but this time I also had my thermal cup and tea! And plenty of food I would force myself to eat. As Kristen advised me, everything I planned to wear from the waist up to climb in, including an extra hat, was put in a waterproof bag. I decided my pants would just have to be a little damp, they had dried pretty fast the day before and I didn’t want to deal with taking off my gaiters and boots. I would endeavor to start my snowshoe hike just a little cold. So I laid out my light weight long sleeve shirt for the hike. I was in bed by 9pm. I missed most of the bluegrass band performance held in the grand room downstairs but I was just too tired to stay up!

My alarm went off at 5:40am and by 6:00 I was down in the kitchen where, once again, Karen had hot coffee and breakfast going. A smaller group of climbers was heading out early to set up top ropes. And they were taking my 70 m rope with them so I didn’t have to carry it this time! I planned to go out with the next group just a little later. After hearty breakfast of French toast & sausage I was ready to head out. Karen, bless her heart, encouraged me to go when I was ready rather than waiting for the next party. It had snowed the night before so following the tracks from the first party would be pretty straightforward. And the trail was marked with flags. So, I took my first solo winter hike! Thank you Karen! It was beautiful and inspiring. The temperature was colder than the previous day but there was no wind. I traveled at my own pace, which turned out to be still a pretty good clip. I took photos along the way and arrived ready to climb.

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New snow on the hike

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Same place, next day. What a difference a day makes!

The first task when I arrived was to get all those dry clothes on. I was amazed at the difference it made compared to the day before. I was instantly comfortable and my hands and feet didn’t go numb at all Sunday even though it was quite a bit colder than Saturday. My first climb was on the same line I attempted Saturday. This time the ice conditions were much better and I climbed it with very little trouble. I remembered why I love to ice climb! Ridell and crew were setting up an awesome but intimidating climb off to the left of the main area.

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Ridell ready to rappel down from the top of the cliff.

I then watched Ridell float up this climb, traveling to the right on the top third of the route. I watched several other climbers on the route too.

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Ridell on the climb

I made a cup of tea, had a snack and decided that I would give that climb a go. I mean, I’d be on top rope so I needed to at least try it! It was very steep, depending on the season it is rated WI4+/WI5. The consensus this season was that it was on the more difficult side. But before I talk about the climb I will digress into a side story about Ridell pointed out  to me that the buckles of the crampons and gaiters should be on the outside to avoid kicking the buckles while climbing. Then I check and saw I had both the gaiters and the crampons the wrong sides! Yes, I climbed the first route of the day with my crampons on the wrong feet. I can still be quite the newbie sometimes… So, finally, with gaiters and crampons properly place, I tied in and looked up at the 150ft+ practically dead vertical climb thinking, “Well, this is it!” Somehow I got into a rhythm as I climbed. I also responded to the “stem your feet!” reminder yelled from below. The ice was better than I expected and there were sections of chandelier ice to hang the tools securely rather than swing into the ice so I was able to rest on the go. I confess I love chandelier ice. Suddenly I was at my potential stopping point about two thirds of the way up. The anchor placement was set in a way that traveling to the right was off anchor. I weighed my options. I was too apprehensive of a pendulum single with sharp things in my hands and on my feet to continue. The ice on the left, straight under the anchor, looked really difficult. I probably should have tried to left but that will have to wait for next year! I am so happy with the climbing on this route that I did do that “what-if’s” don’t matter.

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Me getting started on the steep stuff.

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That’s me! About 10 ft below where I stopped.

Climbing for the day was done, time to hike to the lodge then out to the car. Fred and I set a good pace to the Lodge.

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Me still smiling on the hike to the lodge. The Coldstream Canyon climbs are visible behind me.

There we had a cup of hot coffee made by Joachim and a quick snack. Backpacks packed we headed out around 2:30 pm. The railroad tracks are the one real hazard on the hike to and from the lodge. We listened carefully as we prepared to cross. But it was more feeling than hearing a downhill freight train coming. Sure enough, suddenly, there it was. Once it was past we listened for an uphill train, didn’t hear one and crossed. But not 2 minutes later, after we crossed, there was an uphill freight train! Fred said he had never seen two trains so close.

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Here comes the freight train. Glad we waited!

We made it to the car just before 6 pm and never needed our headlamps. I was home by 8:30 pm. Ending a great weekend full of new skills learned and with a wonderful group.

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