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Bad Premonitions on Black Kaweah

Page Type: Trip Report

Location: California, United States, North America

Object Title: Bad Premonitions on Black Kaweah

Date Climbed/Hiked: Aug 19, 2006

Activities: Hiking, Mountaineering, Scrambling

Season: Summer

 

Page By: mpbro

Created/Edited: Aug 24, 2006 / Aug 28, 2006

Object ID: 218596

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Page Score: 86.85%  - 23 Votes 

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Lead up

Kaweah Range zoom from Little Five Lakes
The ever-imposing Kaweahs from Little Five Lakes.
I always wanted to climb Black Kaweah. I'd heard how after all these years, with all those Sierra hikers and climbers, that this peak, a "major" Sierra Peak, still had its original 1924 summit register. I like peaks where the easiest route is technical (i.e., 5th class). Black Kaweah's easiest route is 3rd class, but its remoteness (15 miles from the nearest trailhead) has the same outcome of making one earn its summit. But to be honest, the darn thing scared me. For one, the rock is supposed to be legendarily loose. For another, let's just say that "3rd class" routes with this little traffic in California tend to be a bit sandbagged. But most of all, the thing just looks like death! Some of the rangers at Lodgepole call it "Mordor".

But of course, when Robert proposed we climb Black Kaweah, I enthusiastically accepted. Still, I carried some angst with me to Bakersfield. For one, I hadn't climbed anything of note for a few years, so the thought of downclimbing 1500 feet of "California 3rd class" worried me. Of course, I might not even be able to make it to the base of the climb, since Houston is...well, topographically challenged. For the first time in my life, I actually trained for a climb on a stairmaster machine. It felt pathetic, and I was skeptical!

Getting Ugly Already

I took a late flight from Houston to Bakersfield, sleeping with the aid of 2 Benadryl tablets. I made it to Robert's place in Lodgepole by 3 am, though I was roused from my slumber at 7 so that we could drive to Mineral King to meet the other two climbers, whom I didn't know. The large number of climbers, coupled with my previous fears, gave me premonitions of bad things to come. I guess premonition is the wrong word--march a large group over a long distance and up a steep, loose climb and you're statistically fairly likely to have something go wrong.

Tim, Jacob, Robert, and I left the Mineral King trailhead at around noon on August 18, 2006. I quickly realized that in terms of conditioning, I was the weak link. We blazed up the 3300 feet climb to Glacier Pass in little more than an hour. From there, we descended to Spring Lake, at lunch, and marched up "Hands-and-Knees Pass", which drops into Big Five Lakes Basin. Both this pass's name and Secor's pessimistic description, made me a little uneasy. But we put our heads down and had reached the pass in less than an hour, with no "hands-and-knees" scrambling. In fact, having done all three crossings of the Great Western Divide in this area (Black Rock Pass and Sawtooth Pass are the other two), I believe that, "hands-down", "Hands-and-Knees Pass" is the best option.

At this point I was lagging the others and felt like crap! Little did I know, Jacob also felt like crap. By the time we started dropping into Little Five Lakes Basin, Jacob was behind me. By the time we reached the trail, he was way behind me. Little did we know, AMS had struck. By the time he reached us, he was barely moving and had started to puke. He stumbled down the trail to the Little Five Lakes ranger station and really began puking. Meanwhile, Robert ran to the ranger station to notify the ranger. Both Robert (NPS ranger with EMS training) and Tim (Emergency room physician) felt that Jacob's condition looked serious for AMS and might be morphing into HACE or HAPE. At that point, Robert called Lodgepole and requested a helicopter. However, by this time in the day it was too late for a chopper, so Tim and Robert decided that the best thing for Jacob was to make a beeline for the Big Arroyo Patrol Cabin, which stands at 9600 feet. So Jacob stoically marched 3 more miles, puking the whole way. Somehow he made it to our campsite without falling once, and collapsed into his sleeping bag. Within a couple hours, he felt much better. AMS is an odd thing. I wondered if the next day's climb would hold more suprises...

The Climb

Kaweah Range and Sierra Crest from Black Kaweah
Summit Panorama--views of the Sierra Crest and Kaweah Range
Jacob decided not to climb Black Kaweah the following morning, so three of us started up the High Sierra Trail at 7:30 am. The climb out of Big Arroyo was more strenuous than we had bargained for, but we nontheless made pretty fast progress and were filling our water at the small tarns at 11800' at around 9:30. I was moving more slowly than the other two, and working up a real sweat. Being out of shape sucks! By 10, we reached the top of the "right-hand chute", where climbers traverse a couple hundred feet to join the deep gully of the Southwest Face route. I found myself immediately making technical moves up exposed, loose surfaces. 3rd class my ass! But this was a harbinger of things to come...

Robert marked our crossover point into the main gully with toilet paper. The gully was surprisingly smooth and weathered, presumably by water and ice erosion. The rock matrix was unexpectedly solid, inclined at 30-50 degrees, and more scalloped than your average Sierra granite. This made for much enjoyable 3rd class scrambling, though with death fall potential. Rockfall from above created the biggest hazard--talus on the route. Because the route is not a smooth incline, talus collects on benches.

By this time, I had not yet forgotten my "premonition". So as I ascended the aforementioned slabs, maybe this is why I backed down from an exposed spot as Tim climbed about 40 feet above me. It happened fast, but I saw Tim's foot dislodge a 20-pound rock. It slid, then bounced once, and I could see that it was going to be a close call. I just ducked my head like a turtle and closed my eyes...WHACK! Luckily the thing had not yet gone into a more ballistic trajectory, because it barely stunned me. But without a helmet, I might have gotten a broken nose, lacerations, or worse. Phew.

The route is fairly easy to follow. Other than local routefinding decisions (i.e., this crack or that slab?), there are only a couple perplexing decisions. One is where the West Ridge access gully joins the Southwest Face (stay right). The other occurs at around 13100', where you're faced with a 30-foot pitch of very steep climbing with death fall written all over it. In rock shoes, without a pack, and without the need to downclimb...maybe. But in this case, Tim found a nifty, if awkward, alternate path to the left, on the exposed spur of the gully. From here, it's another few hundred feet of sustained scrambling to the summit, an airy perch, but roomy enough for 3.

We arrived at 12:15 and immediately set out to sign the fantastic register and lingered in the perfect weather for 45 minutes or so. Unfortunately, we had to downclimb what we'd just ascended, and I wasn't looking forward to it. We went slowly and deliberately, knocking more than a few rocks down. Amazingly, we encountered a party of two--sans helmets--ascending at around 13000'. Apologizing for the rocks, we downclimbed past them and wished them luck. Funny to encounter another party on a route that sees perhaps 10 ascents/year. I realized just how hard this route was as I tried to reverse it. As a fairly large party, we chose to allow each climber to pass the nastiest sections one-at-a-time, but we were safely at the bottom by 2:30 or so. At this point, the adrenaline subsided, and I became cognizant of my rubbery legs and sore feet. My pace slowed to a crawl. Tim blazed back to camp to check on Jacob. Robert kindly stuck with me, and we didn't make it back to camp until 6. The return took me longer than the approach!



















View of approach, up to the crossover between right-hand and left-hand chutes

Black Waterfall, as viewed from top of Right-hand Chute

View of crossover from Right-hand Chute to Left-hand Chute

Final 600 feet to the summit

Getting out

Black Kaweah and Great Western Divide from Columbine Lake
Spectacular alpenglow from campsite on Columbine Lake
It's funny that when you're out of shape and hurting, your body doesn't feel better after another day of exertion. I guess it takes a week or so to feel some gains. So with my sore feet and legs, I somewhat dreaded the hike out. We decided to exit via Big Arroyo and Lost Canyon, mostly to explore a new area, but I secretly advocated this choice to avoid the amount of cross country we saw on the approach. Let me tell you now--the section of Big Arroyo below the patrol cabin is horrible! While the terrain is trivial, the trail is awful. Indistinct and swampy in late-August. It's probably 7 miles from the patrol cabin to the intersection with the Lost Canyon Trail. While fairly fast, this section, combined with forest fire smoke, sapped some energy. We should have followed Secor's suggestion to climb into Big Five Lakes basin via Little Five Lakes Basin, then over to the Lost Canyon trail.

The other problem with going down Big Arroyo is that you lose elevation--a lot of it. The trail drops to 7900 feet. Sawtooth Pass, another 8 miles away, is at 11700 feet. Ugh! We trudged uphill into Lost Canyon, through the smoke and mosquitoes, making good time, but never quite making up for our late start that morning. Jacob and Tim were about a half hour ahead at this point, wanting to make a beeline for Fresno. I felt good at the base of the big climb below Columbine Lake. I felt bad at the top of the climb! So I implored Robert to stop and camp. Good choice--we had the best campsite of the trip. Great alpenglow, great views, and great conversation, aided by the whiskey we'd brought. The last several miles to Mineral King the next morning went quickly, and before long we were baking in the 100-degree heat of the Sierra Foothills. Why was I in a rush to get out?

Images

Kaweah Range zoom from Little Five Lakes

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DigglerCongrats, Morgan

Diggler

Voted 10/10

A noteworthy Sierra peak. You'd given this one a try before, right? Despite the hardships encountered, sounds like a great trip. Would like to make it out there before the season is over myself. Nice photos & route overlays, too.
Posted Aug 24, 2006 11:53 pm

mpbroRe: Congrats, Morgan

mpbro

Hasn't voted

I'm sure you guys will zoom right up it. The route finding isn't too bad to begin with, but hopefully the route page helps more than it hurts. And no, this was my first attempt. I hiked up the Big Arroyo about 5 years ago, though...
Posted Aug 25, 2006 1:28 am

mdashGood read!

mdash

Voted 10/10

Your photos are awesome, too. Hope your friend is okay! I was in that area last July (Sawtooth)--you're right about the mosquitoes--they're baaaaaaaad!
Posted Aug 26, 2006 8:11 pm

mpbroRe: Good read!

mpbro

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Thanks, mdash. The alpenglow was sure nice at Columbine Lake. That's one of the nicest campspots in the Sierra IMO... At this sad point in my life, I'm only able to sample the Sierra mosquitoes once or twice a year. I think they were worse last year, but it's hard to say.
Posted Aug 27, 2006 3:23 pm

kironicInspiring

kironic

Voted 10/10

Mpbro-Sounds like an epic trip. Being from Houston myself I take heart from your success on this trip. Great story and pictures!
Posted Aug 27, 2006 7:01 pm

mpbroRe: Inspiring

mpbro

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Gee, you're in Houston, too? We should take a trip sometime. ;-)
Posted Aug 28, 2006 1:35 pm

mylesThanks for the report

myles

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Unfortunately having to experience the Sierra Nevada vicariously again this year, so your report is an especially welcome read.

Hope to get to BK some day. Sounds like a very worthwhile peak--and you're right--it does look like "death."

Thanks
Posted Aug 28, 2006 1:20 pm

mpbroRe: Thanks for the report

mpbro

Hasn't voted

Heh-heh, I know the feeling (living vicariously through others' photos and words), and it is not fun. Take heart, you could be stuck in Houston, not NC! Thanks for the kind words.
Posted Aug 28, 2006 1:38 pm

Luciano136Great area

Luciano136

Voted 10/10


That seems to be a great area. There's something mysterious about it. Thx for the report!
Posted Aug 28, 2006 11:14 pm

mpbroRe: whoo hoo

mpbro

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The memories will last a lifetime! Good luck and hope to read a successful report.
Posted Apr 3, 2010 9:49 pm

bigflatBad Memories

Voted 9/10

Wow mpbro, your story bears a striking resemblance to my own. Your story is an example of the positive outcome of a fast climb of Black Kaweah (or any high, remote peak for that matter), mine is an example of what can go wrong. We, too, had a large party, very little sleep at lodgepole/mineral king the night before and a very large day of hiking (Glacier, Blackrock passes). We also had a one party member with an aching knee, but also some signs minor signs of AMS (me) who stayed back at Little 5 Lakes. I had convinced the other 4 in the party to leave me alone and go bivy near the base of the climb and summit the next day. The differences: it was late season (october) so there was no one posted and no communication at Little 5 Lakes, and late at night alone at Little 5 Lakes I woke myself up coughing up blood. I realized HAPE was setting in and tried to hike the only way to lower elevation that there was (toward Big Arroyo). I spent a day collapsed and alone trailside getting worse until my friends found me shortly after dark post-summiting. They made some very smart decisions and acted like the amazing people that they are by helping/carrying my 200lb of dead weight to a suitable place for a helicopter landing, hiking out to call the helicopter, and subsequently getting me rescued.

So, a cautionary tale with three major learnings that I will share: take an extra day to acclimate if you are a sea level dweller, don't push it at high altitudes, and NEVER EVER leave a member of your party behind in the backcountry above
~8,000 ft (roughly the minimum elevation for severe altitude sickness) if they are not feeling up to snuff, even if they beg you to go and enjoy your climb. We were all in great shape coming off of guiding two 10 day courses in the High Sierra, and we were all relatively experienced climbers/mountaineers. So this kind of thing can happen to anyone.
Posted Oct 7, 2010 8:58 pm

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