Plans ChangeAs heavy clouds rolled into Glacier National Park’s Two Medicine area, we discussed our options with the ranger. Our big plan – Dawson Pass and perhaps Flinsch Peak – was ‘a crap shoot’ according to the ranger, based on the rainy weather forecast and the evidence of our eyes. Our first try at a Glacier summit was looked like a no go. As I cast about for options, I noticed that it was much bluer and clearer to the south…time for Plan B.
‘What about Calf Robe Mountain?’ I asked.
While I had brought FlatheadNative’s superb Summitpost Description of Calf Robe Mountain along as a ‘Plan B’, the ranger had not climbed it. After consulting his guidebook, he could only say ‘You’ll be lonely over there’.
It was certainly bluer over there.
Calf Robe it would ‘B’.
Sunny ArrivalCalf Robe is only a few miles south of East Glacier, along the rampart of peaks guarding Glacier National Park from the rolling plains of Montana. Clouds partly hid the view of the flat top of Calf Robe as we parked, but this part of Glacier was looking much sunnier as we started striding through the aspens to get to the base of the mountain. Our party consisted of myself and my 13 year old son Evan, along with his crazy Uncle Dennis and our friend Roy. Dennis, Roy and I had hiked together one memorable weekend in Zion, and this was the first time we had hiked together as a group.
In what would be an important decision, we chose the direct route.
In the Meadow
First Set of Cliffs
This herd of mountain goats was a scruffy and suspicious bunch, totally unlike the nicely groomed and domesticated group we saw near the Logan Pass visitor’s center the day before. They gave us an evil horizontally iris-ed eye and kept their distance, eventually shuffling down the mountain.
Summit and SquallsUp the increasingly steep slope we stumbled, interrupted by graying skies and rain. But the sky was broken, and we persevered to the ridge just north of the summit to get our first eyeful of the wilderness on the other side of the mountain. Stepping up the last brief wall of orangey brown rocks, we climbed to the top of Calf Robe.
Huge westerly winds, blocked by the mountain previously, greeted us, along with a smattering of rain. But there were views aplenty of the toothy peaks in this vast swath of mountains, interrupted only by scattered squalls of heavier downpours. We bundled up our coats, huddled just under the summit ridge and just over last snow packs of summer, and filled up our stomachs with lunch. Dennis, his earlier doubt vanished, now wanted to continue to Summit Mountain to the south. Not this time.
The views down the backside of Calf Robe were spectacular. Pointy peaks, streaked with snow, bracketed with pockets of heavy rain. It was like we started in the Shire and ended up in Mordor. We had to get ready to descend, as rainy squalls were all around us.
Firebrand Pass, 1000 feet below us, would be our target to gain the trail that circled back around Calf Robe to our car. But the dominant feature of descent was what I can only call Planet Scree. While our ascent on the east side of the mountain was beige, orange and brown rocks of tolerable composition, the rounded and steep descent down to Firebrand was entirely made up of grayish green scree. Lots and lots and LOTS of scree – the increasing slope appearing like the rounded horizon of a small planetoid. It looked much steeper than it had on the map.
Evan could not wait and began zig zagging down the loose, shifting rock. As we followed, the steepening slope pushed us south, and Evan unleashed a veritable river of scree that snaked down the mountain and cascaded through a slot in the cliffs that overlooked the pass. On the way down we came across a pair of what I can only assume were bear ‘toilets’ – large holes about 3 feet in diameter excavated out of the scree, with a pile of bear turds in the middle of each of them. The bear sure picked a nice spot. Dennis and I finally joined Evan and Roy down at the Pass – my boots had about 50 pieces of scree each. We relaxed and snacked. The sun at this time came out and would stay out the rest of the day.
Having experienced both sides of the mountain we looked at each other and were VERY glad we had done the direct route (from Northeast) up and went down the back (west) side to the Firebrand pass route. Going up the scree would have been murderously disheartening, even with the circuit trail’s more gentle ascent for the first 1800 feet. In My Opinion: Take the NorthEast route up and go down to the west, you won’t be sorry.
One Last SurpriseThe beauty of the return circuit trail in the pure bright sunlight was maximum, with a beautiful valley gradually descending through small trees and sunny valleys. But Calf Robe threw one last surprise at us.
A long skinny snowfield cut across the trail just below the pass. It was safe enough to traverse – maybe 60 feet, but upon reaching the far side the snow dropped abruptly about 12 feet. ‘No we won’t need an ice axe’ I had said confidently that morning. Wrong . One at a time, we attempted to downclimb the icy drop to the trail below. One at a time, we fell, sliding to a gravelly stop at the base of the drop. My last effort was particularly stylish, as I flipped and rolled. But all were well, and we continued our scenic trip around Calf Robe.
One Great Trip
Why was this so fun? The solitude, the challenge, the wildlife and the views all came together. To me, this was the most memorable mountain of our Glacier trip.
If I come back to Glacier someday, this will go on the A list.