The Grey Rocks Climber's Log
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|SeanReedy||Marley Survives our Cerulean Adventure |
Date Climbed: Jun 18, 2013
|I thought this would be a scenic, short hike worth attempting with a mild cold/virus/sore throat. I understimated the difficulty of reaching this summit, but will find it easier if I make any return trips already familiar with the area and route. |
From Cerulean Lake, my two dogs and I walked and hopped on boulders, brush, and downed trees, eventually reaching a break in the rocky west ridge. Then the real scrambling and bushwhacking began. We scrambled up the false summit. We then traversed over to the saddle between the north and south summit areas. Next, we scrambled up the higpoint south of the main summit from the east side, admiring the cirque from its upper edges. From that perch we headed north, stopping by a patch of snow for the dogs to enjoy. Besides the return trip to the truck, all that remained was to work our way up the gully that would finally bring us to the highpoint of the Grey Rocks. Shasta was mostly engulfed by clouds, but views elsewhere were made interesting by the unsettled weather. As we admired the views from the summit, we were thankful to have had a cool day for all the bushwhacking and scrambling through dry terrain.
On the way back, my yellow Lab (Dylan) followed closely, but the rocks, brush, and dry conditions began to take their toll on my Kelpie's feet and energy. We kept waiting patiently for Marley, and were confident she'd managage as we'd been through taller, denser brush on rare occassions. At ten years of age, maybe she's getting too old and chubby for the intensity of a summit like The Grey Rocks, or maybe we just needed more recent training hikes to toughen up. Regardless, to make a long story short, she got lost in the brush and didn't make enough noise soon enough for us to find her in several hours of searching, backtracking, bushwhacking, scrambling, calling, whistling, and listening. Fortunatley, I was able to find her rather quickly (although she was still being too quiet for the circumstances) when I returned to the brushfields the following afternoon. All was well after a slow walk back to the truck for the second evening in a row. Needless to say, I was much happier the second day, despite not bothering with any highpoints on the rescue mission.
|Posted Jun 20, 2013 3:48 am|
|Bubba Suess||My proudest summit.|
|After seeing the Grey Rocks from I-5 at Castella for years, I started to research various routes to the top. A few years and five attempts, I finally found a reasonable way to the summit. Prior attempts had all ended in failure due to intense brushfields and time. Made the summit with my friend Mark and was proud knowing that from start to finish, I had figured this peak out entirely on my own.|
|Posted Dec 17, 2010 2:03 am|