Successful summit via standard route.
Chicken-out ridge ain't so bad.
My big suggestion for anyone who wishes to climb this mountain... train with 1. stairs and 2. light rock climbing and you'll be fine.
First peak I did, went up with my friend Joe. My hands felt like they were going to freeze off at one point, but luckily we had some hand warmers to save the day
Cruised up this one. Wind blew in lots of smoke. No snow cover yet. Love the geology of the area. Saw around a couple dozen others on the mountain and someone else that appeared to be headed towards a neighboring peak. I don't think I was ever on the ridge. Just followed a trail/route below it most of the way. Not sure if I followed the route properly?
The weather was perfect and my company was pretty amazing as well!!! So proud of my kids, Hunter is 11 and Scarlett is 8. They crushed this mountain and are now begging to do the Grand in Wyoming!
The route was clear (no snow yet) and pretty easy to follow. We went slow through chicken out ridge, it’s not to difficult but has a little bit of exposure so it was pretty exciting for the kids!
Weather was a bit smoky. Chicken Out Ridge (COR) isn't that bad if the weather is cooperating. It's just scary if you aren't used to exposure because it is a knife edge. Getting down the 20 foot drop from COR is harder than going back up. However, it wasn't too bad. The trail was pretty good for a peak this size. Made it 4 hours and 10 minutes. Would have beat 4 hours, but I had to stop for 20 minutes to help other team members get down COR.
Only 8-9 other people on the mountain on July 4th, which surprised me. COR is not an issue unless you are a newby to this hiking/scrambling thing. My piece of advice would be this: the last 6-700 feet up to summit stay on the ridge as much as possible. Going up and down. The other sections below are just straight misery! Great day, lots of scrambling, and a nice reward for a well-earned high point.
Crowded, but a nice day...saw some peeps using ropes on chicken out ridge, not necessary if you skirt to the left on a obvious trail
Did Kings Peak a few days before. By far the steepest marked trail I've ever been on, so definitely come ready for it. Chickenout Ridge is actually fun: the only way someone might have trouble is if they've never hiked off trail before OR if there is an ice situation. I didn't even bother going over the top of it and just traversed straight along the left/north wall, ascending up the scree in the chute at the end to regain the trail on the other side. There is plenty of room and the rock is stable and tacky. Even helped three other scared groups through. Gorgeous views typical of peaks that require a much more technical approach. One note: the mountain's proximity to the main road, short trail length and well-marked trail signs definitely encourage people of all experience levels to try it. If you haven't done anything like this, make sure to research and ask questions! I saw a few dangerous things going on where people didn't know any better.
Second time up to complete my 2 12k peaks in 24 hrs after doing Hyndman the day before. Beat my time up making it up in 2.5 hrs this time. Soreness was unreal!
Joined 500 of our closest friends and bagged Borah the day of the total solar eclipse. Hazy day from forest fires, but visibility was still pretty good. Summited around 10:00 a.m. then returned below Chicken Out to view the eclipse. Amazing event in a breathtaking location. Chicken out proved to be a lot easier than it is hyped up to be, however the route is a steep slog the entire way.
Snow free the entire route with the exception of the snow crossing. Hard packed and slippery. Stayed high on the ridge pretty much most of the climb, lots of bomber rock, fun scramble.
Like a 5hr stairmaster...
Made it this year after getting snowed out in July of '16. Pretty good weather this time but the mosquitoes were awful. Literally raked them off my arm as opposed to swatting. Chicken Out and the Snow Bridge were both exciting but fairly easy. The last 1,000 vertical ft to the summit though seem severely underrated. Maybe I was worn out by then but that was the worst part for me and I don't remember reading too much about it beforehand.
some easy snow crossings along the way
Super accessible and quick climb! Fun state highpoint that is literally right off the road!
Made it to above 11000 ft where I had to turn around because of approaching storm.
My friend from PA and I gave it a shot, figuring we probably wouldn't make the summit. We got up to COR and decided to turn around due to sketchy snow conditions. We weren't happy about turning around, but decided it was the safest thing to do.
Shortly after we turned around, a dude from Missoula came racing up the ridge. He was going to give it a go and asked us to hang out at the trailhead for a bit in case something happened to him. We then watched him go about another 200 yards before he said, "F*** that!" We were vindicated. ; )
Drive to Borah September 17th, 2016
I wanted to climb Borah in 2015, but never got my schedule aligned with my plan. In late September '15 the snow arrived early and it was too late, at least for this fair weather hiker wanna-be.
As 2016 rolled around, so did my 50th year, and I wanted to add this hike to my year of adventure. I was hoping all the prior training from the 2015-2016 ski season followed by the summer’s triathlon season had prepared me for the ascent of Idaho's highest peak.....it had, sort of.
Earlier in the summer, I'd mentioned to my 24-year-old step-son, Loren, that I wanted to climb Borah, and turned out he wanted to join me. This was a good omen, in hindsight. We agreed to meet at Borah in mid-September to beat the crowds and any early season snow....again, sort of.
The weather looked to be in our favor, as I was driving down from Coeur d'Alene, ID; he up from Boise. I left late morning on Saturday and although Google maps tried to misdirect me to Pahsimeroi River Rd. north and east of the Borah trailhead, I just kept on ol' 93, albeit with some concern I'd missed the trailhead turn-off. But I reached it, the trailhead sign….and the access road. Before I could slow enough, I passed it. I made a U-turn, got on the access road and drove the approximately 2 miles (?) to the trailhead camping area to see my step-son had arrived. He also had the same misinformation from Google maps, which would have put him on the same wrong road, but he also saw the trailhead sign - too late – and did a U-turn. So, he had an extra hour to hang-out before I showed up.
Tangent alert: Our cell service was hit and mostly miss @ the trailhead. His Verizon service would work for a few minutes then disappear; my AT&T was a no-show. Up on the hike we had better results, but even in 2016 this is still a remote area.
We prepped our sleeping arrangements while the sun continued its fall to the west. My bed of choice was a twin-sized air mattress that fit perfectly in the back of our RAV4, but there was something missing: The cap for the air valve! ARGH! I MacGyver'd what seemed to work but 30 minutes later it was nearly flat....bummer. I ended-up with a couple layers of sleeping bags I'd brought 'in case' and survived, but not the restful night's sleep I'd planned. My step-son is Mr. Hammock and had his bed-to-be hung from the roof racks on our two cars....until the rainfly didn't fit well and nearly suffocated him. He ended up in the back of his Outback, too.
GOAL: Borah Peak, September 18th, 2016
We had some rain overnight, but also the full moon would peek through at times. I was actually hoping, in advance, that we’d have a moonlight start to the hike. We woke up to low clouds and fog, or at least that's what we figured as it was on the black side of dark.
As we stayed semi-comfortable in our cars, a group of two hikers drove-up, geared-up, headed-up and lighted-up (Not that - this is Idaho; NOT the hippie-lettuce-lovers in Washington to our west) and got on the trail as the sun's presence was still not quite enough to lead the way in the lingering night.
After a bit more sunrise, the peak we could see Saturday was no longer visible. The question arose: Do we want to risk getting soaked on the trail and deal with who-knows-what on the exposed sections of the hike and summit?
After waffling 'til 8a.m., and enjoying some French-pressed coffee and breakfast, it kinda/sorta/not-so-much looked it was clearing off from the west, so we loaded up and headed out on the trail.
OMG....brutal, steep, unrelenting and direct. Switch backs? We don't need no stinkin' switchbacks. The sadist that designed the trail up Borah should consider themselves a marked man/woman...they'd get a stern talking to from this particular hiker. Suffice it to say (or not) that if you're not conditioned for a rigorous climb AND the altitude, you may not have to worry about making it through Chicken Out Ridge (COR), as your lungs, legs and levity will be DOA before you get that far.
Anyway, we trudged on through the lower-level forested terrain, grateful for mid-40 temps and cloud cover. The weather turned out be just about perfect for the majority of the hike (more on that below) - cool and cloudy. But it would leave most with picture-envy, as we missed out on the stunning views from the top I've seen online.
As we made our first long stop to grab a snack and a drink, a man and his dog caught us. We chatted briefly as they had spent the night a few campsites down from ours. We continued upward (ever upwards) and took numerous stops as lungs and legs requested a reprieve. Another two-some caught up to us, and we chatted about this and that for few minutes. We played tag with them the rest of the way up into the thickening fog. We really, Okay, ‘literally’, could only see about 30-50 feet up the trail as we broke onto the ridge that leaves the subalpine behind.
Farther along, the trail started getting less path, and more rock climbing. But not scrambling on all fours...yet. And what’s this? We actually had a brief section of switch-backs! I knew we were getting close to COR even if I couldn't see it.
The man and his dog were on their way back, and I thought 'that was quick'. Well, they had to turn around as his dog - a medium-sized lab- couldn't traverse the rocky sections.
Due to the lack of visibility, we (mostly me) got directionally-challenged where the trail took a slight turn. On a clear day, the trail up would be obvious; not so much w/the fog. Loren said, ‘This way’ and we were back on track.
We reached COR and I decided to lessen my load. I removed a few items from my backpack - nothing essential - just water, food, warm clothes....on 2nd thought, decided I shouldn't lessen too much. Although the weather was cooperating and we had no rain and very little wind.
Let the scrambling begin! Initially, no big deal. About 1/4 way across HUGE, BIG, HAIRY, BAD word, BAD word, DEAL. COR is a Class 3 scramble, which means ‘all fours on deck’, but no ropes required.
Tangent #2: I've hiked, as in walked from my car to the end, or @ least a good stopping point, on many trails, over the last 30 years, using 100 Hikes in the Inland Northwest as a guide. Only one hike- Hunt Lake on the east side of Priest Lake - really required scrambling, and that was nothing compared to COR. I also took a local rock climbing class through the Spokane Mountaineers: Ropes, carabiners, and even had the shoes. But didn't stay involved with it. But I don't remember having any fear, just some frustration keeping all the knots straight in my head (see what I did there?).
On COR, everything I've read states 'stay on the top of the ridge'. Don't try to go around or on the side. Just stay on top. Easy Peasy? Heck no for this panic-attacking slacker. Loren, strong as an ox, and athletic to boot, made it look painless. In fact, he came back to me to say he was finally enjoying the hike! Kids these days! Regardless of his apathy towards destruction of life and limb, I was seriously doubting I would make it over this 'little' obstacle. But Loren kept encouraging and helped me through a couple tougher sections where the numerous hand-holds failed to materialize for my gloved hands (highly recommend wearing some gloves) to hang on to (for dear life). I finally had to stop looking DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, and backed off more than once on sections where the sheerness of the cliff was giving me pause.
Tangent #3: COR isn't a small section, either - at least time-wise - and it's hard to believe the Fastest Known Time (FKT) for Borah trail hike from car-summit-car is UNDER 2 1/2 hours - WOW. And that someone could be almost RUNNING across COR? Incredible.
As we neared the far-end of COR we caught up to the other two that we’d chatted w/earlier. The last section of COR is definitely a challenge, and they'd had enough. They turned around and headed back - no summit for them. We, thanks to Loren's relentless need to make the summit, found a way down that last section, but before descending I decided to leave my pack, after throwing on an extra layer and cap under my hooded jacket. We hoped, thought, speculated? that we weren't far from the top.
We crossed the snow bridge w/out issue, and found the next section refreshingly UNchallenging as we followed the path ACROSS the ridge vs. UP, for a change. At the next transition, there's a kind of gateway (no key required) in the rocks, we met the two hikers that had left before first light. They'd made it to the summit and told us we were only about 30 minutes from it ourselves. Hooray! But be forewarned (again, if you've read the other Borah descriptions) that last section is 800+ feet straight UP (curse you, trail designer!) a loose, rocky, and slippery climax to the top. The snow from the previous week's storm was still hanging to side of the mountain and made the footing and climbing even more 'fun'.
After more like 45 minutes, we reached that Summit and the wind was blowing 30-40mph, but thankfully it was 35-40° so the wind chill was a modest 20° or so. Comfy! The snow was 5-8" deep, but not a problem. We took those pics, without the amazing backdrop as visibility was down to <30 feet, signed the book and got the heck off that hill.
The trip back down started well enough, as I was able to dig my hiking boot’s heels into the slippery slope to control my descent. Loren’s running shoes (yes, really) weren’t as friendly to this technique, but we made it back to the traverse section w/out too much drama. Back to the snow bridge and as we approached COR, my nerves once again became active.
We climbed up onto COR, and I grabbed my pack. I readjusted the load in it as it was bit top-heavy and we (Ok, I – Loren had more fun than work) worked our way using the hand and foot technique I’d NOT perfected on the initial crossing. I had fewer pauses for reflection, but my anxiety returned to its former ‘WTH am I doing up here!’ level, and I had to stop>restart more than once.
At the end of COR, Loren spotted my stashed gear first. I reloaded my pack and we reloaded our appetites before the pain and agony of the descent began (in earnest).
The clouds had been slowly lifting – not to the summit of Borah – but we did have magnificent views of the valley and surrounding lower peaks, as we worked our way through the rock garden.
Tangent #4: I LOVE the high, rugged peaks of the big mountains, and always look forward to trips into the Rockies. Around Coeur d’Alene we just don’t have the alpine scenery, although the skiing can be ‘powderific’ @ the surrounding resorts.
As our calves, thighs, hamstrings, feet, knees were talking – YELLING - @ us to STOP, we reached a nice shelter just before dropping below timberline, and took up residence for a 30-minute break. The shelter is a stack of limbs on two sides, around a depression a few feet deep. A suitable campsite for a summer climb.
Refueled and refreshed w/dry socks and fewer layers, we gleefully (and painfully) paced ourselves through the forested section. I shoulda/coulda/woulda got some pics of some of the crazy tree shapes during this part of the hike, but was too lazy to grab my iPhone. The twisted, gnarled, and outright funky looking trunks and limbs, presumably shaped by years of exposure to the weather extremes, were fascinating.
After more cursing of the (lack of) trail design we reached the trail head, our cars and Tylenol. We both decided we ‘don’t need to do that’ again. I was glad I did it but won’t need to climb it or any other ‘technical’ mountains ‘til I can find my……..you know whats.
Of the seven hikers and a dog that attempted it, four of us summited that day.
We took a quick break, parted ways and I jumped>crawled (same diff) into the RAV for my 7-hour journey home. An uneventful trip, made more palatable w/an audio book to keep me awake and alert.
Epilogue: My wife climbed Borah in a ‘former life’ w/an Ex. She’s 4’11” and has no fear…apparently. She completed the Spokane Mountaineer’s Mountain Class back in 2000. She did Borah w/no recall of the ‘challenges’ this reviewer experienced…..but she continues to amaze me, so why am I surprised it was ‘no big deal’.
This was my first Western state high point, my first Rocky summit, and my second climb that involved Class 3 scrambling (after Katahdin's Knife-Edge earlier this summer). Though Chicken-Out Ridge was shorter than the Knife-Edge and the cruxes were about the same difficulty, I found it to be more consistently taxing. The rest of the hike up Borah was pretty much just a slog through various grades of dirt and scree. I wouldn't say the final stretch was harder than COR, since the terrain wasn't quite as bad (nor were the consequences of a fall), but it was definitely loose and awkward and thin-aired. But it was all worth it to reach the summit and look out upon... a bunch of dusty gray hills. Which, to be fair, had their own stark beauty... but don't y'all have any trees out here?
(And to Monkey Hat, if you're reading this, thanks for the moral support on the way up!)