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Culture Amongst The Cascade Volcanoes

Culture Amongst The Cascade Volcanoes

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Location: California/Oregon, United States, North America

Lat/Lon: 41.41074°N / 122.19472°W

Object Title: Culture Amongst The Cascade Volcanoes

Date Climbed/Hiked: Jun 30, 2007

Activities: Mountaineering


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Created/Edited: Jul 16, 2007 / Apr 10, 2013

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Mts Shasta and McLaughlin Trip Report; Late Season Conditions June 28-July 03, 2007

Mt Shasta North Aspect Mount Shasta from the north.


“Oh no” I can hear you saying, “not another Mt Shasta trip report”. We’ve had 5 on SP already in 2007 and here’s another guy with the same old story to tell about schlepping his sorry ass up Avy Gulch gasping for breath and telling us that it was the soul awakening experience of a lifetime. Well actually it wasn’t. It was more about finishing a job started in 2005. It was a real bloody grunt. And there were far too many people about for my taste. Nevertheless, there was a considerable amount of value in the trip that I considered worth sharing with fellow SP-ers.

It’s been quite a while since anyone posted a TR on the conditions to be expected and the challenges posed by a trip up Avy Gulch in late season and/or low snow conditions. And even those older reports have a dearth of photos to illustrate such conditions. Our trip passes muster on all these counts I believe.

There is a wealth of history and culture in the southern Oregon/northern California area that we took the opportunity to sample while down there and that, if you haven’t already, you might find interesting to note for your next trip.

And if you like the main course, I’ve chucked in Mt McLaughlin for dessert. After the grunt up Shasta it makes a lovely mellow wind-down day and lets you look back south to your achievement on Shasta as well as north to many more of the Cascade volcanoes.

Have I piqued your interest? No? Well at least just have a look at all the nice pictures then.

June 28

Something new for southern Vancouver Islanders heading south is the ability to reserve on the MV Coho to Port Angeles. This means we can clear US Customs quickly, enjoy a pleasant drive down Hood Canal rather than battling nose-to-tail traffic on 300 unwanted kilometres of I5 and, best of all, miss Seattle and Tacoma entirely as well as most of Olympia. This saves at least 2 hours and, since there’s a 6 am sailing in summer, means we get more than a 3 hour jump on the standard BC Ferries route.

My buddy Graham and I left Victoria by this method on June 28th and arrived hardly at all the worse for wear in Mount Shasta City at 6.15 pm and just over 1000 km later. Lots of time to clean up, have a leisurely dinner and then get a long nights sleep before the big effort over the coming couple of days.

A note, however, on one negative issue. Knowing we might be late getting in, we’d thought it wise to reserve a room in Mt Shasta for arrival. An accommodation-in-Mt-Shasta thread in one of the SP forums a couple of weeks beforehand had come down strongly in favour of the Swiss Holiday Lodge. So I reserved there in spite of the unfriendly and off-hand attitude of the guy I spoke to on the phone. It turns out that his attitude was pretty representative of the place. I’d thought that classic 60’s “naugahyde specials” had long since disappeared from the planet. Well they’re alive and well in Mt Shasta in the shape of the SHL. Paper thin walls, shaking floors, cracked mirrors and, of course, that fabulous imitation wood. In fact, I think even the plastic was imitation. All coupled with unfriendly reception staff and a bill for about Can$100 this made for less than sterling value for money.

Looking around Mount Shasta, there are no Holiday Inns, Comfort Inns, Super8’s, Motel6’s etc. Do I smell a strong presence of local hotel owners on the board of the town’s Chamber of Commerce and the deliberate exclusion of these value-for-money hotel chains?

June 29; to Lake Helen

The standard first day on any 2-day trip up Shasta is mostly about hauling a big pack up to the 50:50 or Lake Helen campsites for the night. We’d done the same in 2005 on snow right from the car at Bunny Flat. What a contrast 2 years on! An easy trail to Horse Camp and not much more in the way of effort thereafter. Normally I’d rather climb snow than dirt but this trail was well laid out, contoured and was mostly firm underfoot. What volcanic scree there was was very user friendly.

Approach to Lake Helen Approaching Lake Helen, June 2007
Approach to Lake Helen Approaching Lake Helen, June 2005

As we progressed beyond Horse Camp it soon became apparent how different things were from our 2005 trip. As mentioned, we’d done this entirely on snow and, eventually, turned round in high winds and a whiteout just below the Red Banks. Now there was almost no snow to Lake Helen and for at least 300 vertical metres above it, the “Heart” was huge and the passage through the Red Banks was confined to one chute with continuous snow.

We left Bunny at 12.30 having enjoyed a leisurely morning in Mt Shasta and pulled into Lake Helen at 5 pm feeling tired but a long way from exhausted. The usual “head rushes” followed any abrupt movements but were not too bad considering we’d come almost directly from sea level to 3,200 metres. 

Camp at Lake Helen Camp at Lake Helen, June 2007
Camp at Lake Helen Camp at Lake Helen, June 2005

We set up camp on dirt right at the west end of the camping area and were immediately successful in finding flowing water just a few metres further to the west. So all the extra fuel I’d hauled up for melting snow was for naught. Oh well……….Our campsite was right next to a large boulder and this served to hang food from to isolate it from the attentions of the hoards of voracious mice up there.

Avalanche Gulch from Lake Helen Avalanche Gulch from Lake Helen, June 2007
Avalanche Gulch from Lake Helen Avalanche Gulch from Lake Helen, June 2005

The rest of the evening was spent eating, drinking, marveling at the difference in conditions from our last visit and watching folk sliding down the glissade chute which appeared to comprise half the width of the remaining snow on climber’s right of the Heart. We were in bed well before 9 pm.

June 30; Lake Helen to summit to Bunny

Avalanche Gulch
Looking up Avy Gulch
Looking down Avalanche Gulch
Looking down Avy Gulch
Above The Red Banks
Emerging from the Red Banks.
Misery Hill
Bottom of Misery Hill
Mt Shasta Summit
Summit from the top of Misery Hill
Mt Shasta Summit Tower
Summit tower from the plateau

Mt Shasta Summit Crowds
Summit crowds
Mt Shasta Summit View South
Summit view south

Trail s End
Trail's end

As always before summit day, I slept poorly and was awake well before the alarm went off at 3 am. We got up to crystal clear conditions, temperatures right on the freeing point and hardly a breath of wind.

An inauspicious start to the day, however. As one of the thieving mice was making off with some of my breakfast, I aimed a half-hearted kick after it. You can never catch these little beggars, right? Wrong! I booted it cleanly through the goalposts of life into the mouse-hereafter and immediately felt like s**t, convinced that somewhere in the next 1,200 metres up and 2,400 down, the Almighty was gonna get me for that. After a quick funeral service in the hopes of placating whoever was listening, we were off across the still frozen Lake Helen by headlight at 4.30 am.

As we’d observed from below, the first 300 vertical metres above camp was on dirt. A route on snow was being taken by others from the east end of Helen but involved a considerable detour. We chose the more direct route and prepared to do battle with loose choss. In fact it wasn’t too bad at all and we were soon able to don crampons and take to the snow just below the base of the Heart. We chose to go to the right at this point.

Climbing conditions were ideal. The snow was frozen and firm. However, since there was so little snow left, the sun cups were huge and when combined with the equally huge footprints of the hundreds who had gone before, made for quite unpleasant going with much side hilling. Added to this was the fact that something I’d ingested had disagreed with me. I had continuous stomach cramps and felt like throwing up most of the time. It was about then that I began to wonder about that flowing water near our campsite at Lake Helen….Finally at about 8 am and just below the Banks a lone boulder in the Heart offered privacy and I cramponed across 10 metres of 30° volcanic sand to reach it. Thereafter, my world got a whole lot better. At this point we had surpassed our 2005 high point and this also contributed to my newfound sense of well-being.

We were at the base of the Red Banks a few minutes later and were soon up the one icy chute that offered continuous passage. The angle eased off and we plodded on, still on snow and in increasing winds up to the base of Misery Hill by 9.30. Here the snow ended so we took off and stashed the crampons, put the axes on the packs and took out the poles once more.

Misery Hill wasn’t. Pleasant scree might sound like an oxymoron but, in this case, it wasn’t either. A contoured path and firm footing soon had us at the top with the summit tower in full view but with the winds now gusting up to 80 kph.

Across the summit plateau – exposed ice in places – up the last scree hill and we joined the crowds on top at 11.40 am. You almost have to reserve your spot on the summit for handshakes and photos. I see the day when a ranger will greet you, much like in a restaurant, and conduct you to your “table” for your carefully orchestrated 2 minutes in the spotlight. I shouldn’t be so cynical I know.

No complaints about the views though. Towering over everything for hundreds of miles around, as it does, Shasta is the paradigm of the expression “360° views”. Just fabulous!

Having had our moment in the sun, as it were, we dropped down a few metres out of the wind and had a well-earned lunch while continuing to enjoy said views.

We set off down just after 12.15 and reached the tent at Lake Helen at exactly 4 pm. For the most part the descent was the straightforward reverse of what we’d climbed. We faced-in twice briefly going through the Red Banks and we also walked down Avy Gulch rather than glissading. The sting in the tail was the last 300 metres of choss to the tent. At 4.30 am it had been frozen in place. Now it was loose, sharp, and unpleasant and cost a lot of effort. Avoid this if you can.

A quick brew, this time with well-boiled and treated water, pack up and we were off down to the car at 5.45. Horse camp came into view very quickly but it seemed to take ages to reach it. We reached Bunny at 9.05 just as it was getting dark.

Eschewing the charms of the Swiss Holiday Lodge, we went a few miles up I5 to Weed, whose Chamber of Commerce seems to be a bit less parochial and which, therefore, has name brand hotels for half the price of Mt Shasta. The Motel6 welcomed us with open arms. The problem with Weed, however, is that it – the whole town that is – closes at 9 pm. So if you stay there, make sure you arrive early, or keep a freeze-dried dinner or something in reserve.

After a 20 hour day to this point, unconsciousness arrived shortly after 11 and persisted for many hours thereafter.

July 01 (Canada Day); Steam and Shakespeare - Weed to Ashland, OR

This was to be our rest day.

Having traveled through it many times, I’ve long been fa