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Foxs on the Palisade Traverse by J Fox |
Jon and I were determined to conquer North Pal after our attempt to climb it in November of 2005 got turned back due to some pretty frigid weather. I couldn't seem to tag a trip to the Palisades on the end of any of my trips to San Jose in the years since but fortunately my amazingly understanding wife let me take off 10 days to visit Jon for some mountaineering delights in the Sierras. We had some big plans including a traverse of the Palisades, the east ridges of Whitney and Russell, and Bear Creek Spire. Reality sometimes intrudes on my usually wildly optimistic mountaineering plans and this was to be such a week. But conquer the Palisades we did and it is a trip that both of us will long remember.More
| The Rio Grande Pyramid by Kiefer Thomas |
I had attempted Rio Grande Pyramid about two weeks ago (Oct. 15th) during an ill-fated, storm washed weekend. Most of that weekend had either draped the mountains in a fresh coating of white or completely erased them with varying levels of gray clouds. It had taken me somewhere in the neighbourhood of six hours to drive to the 30-mile campground which serves as a predominant trailhead/launching point for Rio Grande Pyramid and indeed, the central Weminuche in general. The flurries I was driving through as I crested Slumgullion Pass, south of Lake City had turned into an all out blizzard by the time I reached the turn-off for Forest Service Road #520. I drove the remaining 9 miles (14.5km) to the campground anyway and figured this would be a good time to at least get some MUCH needed sleep. When I woke up five hours later around 1:00am, there was 4-5” of snow on the ground, clear skies and it 19°F outside.More
| Accursed Mountains 2006, Part 2.
The meadow that is not there. by kamil |
As soon as we woke up, we could see the
shepherds were all agitated. One sheep was missing. The explanation was quite
obvious – we all heard that howling wolf the previous night.
The Warpath by Gangolf
The border region between Austria, Italy and Slovenia bears witness to a tumultuous history. Three ethnic groups, Slovenians, Italians, Austrians have made the area their home and for most of the time lived in harmony with each other. The sharp ridges of the Julian Alps separated the groups at first but over time people migrated across the passes to set up home “on the other side” so that even today villages, towns and mountains often carry three names. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries however, the concept of nationality, later nationalism put an end to peace and understanding. On May 23rd the Italian ambassador to Vienna handed over the declaration of war to the Austrian foreign minister, with which started the war in the mountains, Gebirgskrieg in German, which raged for four years across the mountain ranges along the Italian-Austrian border. The fiercest fighting occurred along the river Isonzo, Soča in Slovenian, a river which runs from its source in the Julian Alps to the Adriatic sea, less than 100km to the south. In its northern part this front climbed over the ridges of the Krn, Kanin and Vis/Montaz Groups which were fortified with dugouts, trenches and artillery positions.More
San Bernardino Mountains 9 Peak Loop by Travis_ |
On a clear, cool Sunday morning Tom,
Paul and myself met at my house in LA at 4:00 am to carpool to San Gorgonio for
a modified version of the San Gorgonio “grand Tour” 9 peaks loop. Our plans
were to drop Mount San Gorgonio (been there, done that) and add Dobbs Peak, then
take the more direct route down via Dobbs West (southwest) ridge.
Eagle Slide on Giant Mountain by MudRat |
Every hike has a unique feel, meaning and/or set of circumstances. This day was no different. I began at the Roaring Brook trailhead and immediately dedicated this hike to my wife and stepson, Deb and Graham. The bushwhack began with a portion that we did as a family several months ago: climbing up the embankment to the north of the falls. I can’t say that it saved time, but it was reminiscent and a fun way to start. I was also hired by St. Lawrence University to photograph Peak Weekend on its 25th Anniversary. I spoke with a student the night prior and his group anticipated touching the summit at around noon. I gave myself four hours time, hopefully enough to beat them. The final unique meaning to the day was internal. I usually hike slides with WWBF for safety and companionship and Eagle Slide was supposed to be one of the more exposed and difficult slides in comparison to others that I’ve hiked. This was a solo attempt…no one around to give me a hand or foot in the right location to save a slip. I was both excited and slightly apprehensive at the same time at what the eagle might look like from the base. Many slides look nearly vertical from below or from a head on view, but the perspective changes once upon it. I hoped this would feel similar because I was determined to turn back.More
| Alta Via Resiana / Visoka
Rosojanska Pot by morceaux |
It was back in 1999 when I first
encountered high mountains.
I was sitting in a car with 4 of my caver friends, and we were heading towards
Predel / Predil pass from Italy. After we passed the border, I first spotted the
giants of the Western Julian Alps like Mangart and Jalovec.
I was enchanted. First I couldn't take even a breath! How beautiful these peaks
are! And I am going to descend deep under them... What a pity.
I began to click my cheap pocket camera through the car window like an insane.
Didn't care about traffic signs and trees and poles would be on the pictures,
just wanted to take home all the scenery.
We arrived at the last minute before the start of the last cable car in Sella
Hauled the huge sacks from the car to the station, and began the ascent. An
immense panorama to the north, to Vis and Montaz group opened before my eyes
through the scratched window of the cabin. I could not close my mouth...
Then we occupied the attic of Rifugio Gilberti, and I went outside and looked
All the eastern part of the Kanin / Canin ridge was above me, from Prestreljenik
/ Monte Forato to Srednji Vrsic, and Bila Pec.
It was February, the cold was harsh and the snow was screaming under my boots.
The second day we went through Sella Bila Pec in deep snow with heavy rucksacks,
and we were hauling extra bags. It took several hours to get to
Davanzo-Vianello-Piccola bivouac on Col delle Erbe. At this time the old bivouac
was still open, and the new one was under construction. From this point I beheld
the huge north face of Monte Canin / Visoki Kanin, and I knew my fate... I must
come back and go to the top someday...
And then we descended deep below the surface into Michele Gortani System and
spent a week underground, and I have been dreaming about those beautiful
Via Cassin, Piz Badile by Koen |
Last winter I spent four days skitouring
around Bivio, in the Swiss kanton of Graubunden. We did some nice tours around
the Julierpass, close to St.-Moritz. One of the tours took us to Piz Turba
(3.018m), a rewarding goal for skitourers.
| A Trip Through the Eons by thephotohiker |
Carved below the eastern
rim of the Paunsaugunt Plateau, Bryce Canyon is a geologic wonderland. Standing
as what may be Earth’s most famous example of pinnacled badlands, eons of
erosion and weather have carved a natural amphitheater filled with pinnacles,
spires, columns, arches, and bridges.
Counting Sheep on the Whites Traverse
by Greg Enright |
I suppose it starts the same for everyone, a look over from a summit in the Sierra to the White Mountains sparks an urge to explore the tall, barren desert range. Then, forays to the Bristlecone Pine groves and White Mountain Peak lead to an intense curiousity about the ridge beyond the peak, the long rolling ridgeline between White and Montgomery, where Desert Bighorn run among the rocks and the wild horses forage in the flats. And so it started with me. Almost thirty years ago, a planned backpack traverse of the Whites fell victim to circumstance and lack of will. Subsequent opportunities would have taken too much time away from family, so all invitations were declined. The idea of the Traverse faded with time, but the ridgeline was never forgotten, you can't help but see the distinctive silhouette of the Whites everyday from Mammoth, thirty miles away.More
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