Caught in the Crossfire: An Uncharted Route up Ellingwood Point

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Caught in the Crossfire: An Uncharted Route up Ellingwood Point
Created On: Aug 27, 2006
Last Edited On: Aug 30, 2006
August 12-14, 2006
Ellingwood Point, Sangre de Cristos, Colorado

It began with a seemingly innocent idea: ascend Blanca and Ellingwood in such a way as to avoid the crowds and approach to Lake Como. Traditionally there are only two approaches into this area. The first, and clearly most used, is the Lake Como Approach, a wickedly rough five-mile long road. The other, a hike up the Huerfano River Basin, is commonly used to summit Lindsey and also ascend Blanca’s vertical northeast face.
Blanca and Ellingwood as seen...
Since I’m not a technical rock climber, the latter approach seemed out of the question. According to Roach, the easiest route from Huerfano is a 5.2, which (at the time) was more than I was willing to attempt. A quick look at a topo map of this region reveals the nature of these 14ers: vertical walls, cliffs, and large tracts of private land surrounding any alternate approach. However, my dad and I studied several topo maps from our Colorado Springs home, and found one potential weakness in the cliffs surrounding Ellingwood.
Map of Ellingwood
There appeared to be a gentle saddle directly above South Zapata Lake. We had been to the Zapata Falls area before while camping at the Sand Dunes, so this seemed like a legitimate possibility. Looking at our maps, a marked trail lead to South Zapata Lake, and from there, we would be on our own. Ellingwood’s slopes above Pioneer Lake appeared gentle; this innocent idea was quickly taking form. We already had climbed the easier routes up the Crestones/Kit Carson and the “Northern Couloir” route up Lindsey, so how difficult could this be?

We arrived at the 9,000 ft. South Zapata Lake trailhead at noon on Saturday, August 12. With our full packs, we began what we expected to be a leisurely five mile hike to the lake. We followed this well-maintained trail from the pinon foothills at the San Luis Valley floor to the 12,100 ft. lake. Although the trail was steeper than anticipated, the approach was straight-forward and relatively easy (as opposed to the Cottonwood approach to the Crestones). Once at the lake, we set-up our camp in the vast alpine meadows. To our pleasant surprise, we saw seven big-horn sheep about 30 yards from our camp.
Ellingwood Point
We also received our first full view of our “gentle saddle,” which now appeared to be a ridiculously steep rock face, marked with a prominent couloir directly in the center. This view was not dismaying, but rather, exciting. Climbing this rock face might prove to a real thrill, and possibly, beyond my climbing abilities. We scanned the route with my binoculars, and the saddle/ridge above this rock wall seemed to be guarded with cliffs; however, that was an issue for tomorrow!
Ellingwood Point
Before I headed to my sleeping bag, I took a quick jog through the alpine meadow for some last-minute Pikes Peak Ascent training. I figured that spending several days above tree-line would help me in the race, which was now less than a week away.

My alarm jolted us up at 5:20; however, we sluggishly awoke and ate breakfast, and were hiking by 7:30. From the base of the imposing wall above us, we decided to climb some large rock slabs to the right of the dark couloir (which I am going to refer to as the “Crossfire Couloir”). According to our plan, we would then drop into the Crossfire Couloir, and gain the ridge from there. The first hundred feet of vertical consisted of large talus. This terrain began to remind me of the miserable “west face” route up Castle Peak, which I had climbed the week before. However, our route quickly solidified into large rock slabs. I intended to stay in class 3 terrain, but the quality of the scrambling lured me deeper into steeper rock. To be honest, I have never climbed a sustained fourth or fifth class route, so I really have no idea how technically difficult these slabs were. Many sections were certainly steeper than the rock we encountered in the Crestones.
Ellingwood Point
Before long, we had wandered deep into this slab region, and our easy exit point was now far below us. To both our right and left, small cliffs hindered easy retreat from this route, so we continued climbing. As we approached the summit of this wall, the rock transformed from gorgeous slabs to rotten, muddy scree. We climbed over a large rib and found ourselves on a small ledge.
Ellingwood Point
We cautiously followed this increasingly narrowing ledge to a small crack that lead to the summit ridge! For the last few minutes we had been feeling quite dismayed (at the thought of backtracking); however, this crack instantly changed my mood. I climbed up the wide crack only to find even greater disappointment. Directly in front of me was a large overhanging boulder…not my climb. To my right was a vertical face…again, out of my league. Finally, toward my left was an angled slab; however, it was very steep and exposed…too risky. I headed down.

At this point a summit of both Ellingwood and Blanca seemed doubtful. We still had to gain the ridge, ascend Ellingwood, traverse to Blanca, traverse back to Ellingwood, and down-climb the mighty crossfire couloir. Nevertheless, we retreated from our lofty ledges, down-climbed several slabs, and traversed into the crossfire couloir.
Ellingwood Point
The couloir was clear of snow, yet abundant in steep scree. Ascending this loose slope was actually quite a challenge in that every step dislodged a slew of rocks upon my father. A few larger rocks (or boulders) managed to crash their way to the base of the slope. Contact with one of these beasts would certainly have been fatal. Thankfully we survived, and after several minutes of the scree, we again approached the ridge. My dad and I split paths at this point. I headed toward the darker rock on the left (the crossfire couloir), while my father continued in the scree to the right. I ascended what I’ll call a fourth class wall and finally reached the ridge’s summit! I scrambled along this ridge and watched my father climb a six foot vertical rock out of his path. We succeeded in attaining the ridge; however, this was only about one-half of the distance and elevation to Ellingwood.
Ellingwood Point
I figure that our dead-end path and subsequent down-climbing cost us at least an hour, maybe an hour and a half, as it was now 10:30ish.

At this point, to our shock, we met two other climbers. They were not climbing Ellingwood; rather, they were simply day-hiking in the area. Apparently, they managed to backpack (or rather bushwhack) up Pioneer Creek over two days. (Pioneer Creek runs between the Como and South Zapata Canyons.) In place of a trail, they said, there was thick brush and endless downed trees. We continued hiking up several hundred feet of solid talus as we contemplated the chances of seeing other human beings in such remote terrain. From our location we had a prime view of Ellingwood; however, it was not an expected view. According to our original plan, we would easily ascend the saddle, and from there, traverse across gradual slopes to the summit. The contour lines on our map made this slope appear to be about as steep as the standard approach up Blanca from Lake Como. To our surprise, the slopes guarding Ellingwood appeared to be very steep and covered in cliffs. From here we only had one option: Ellingwood’s North Ridge. We wanted to avoid this route solely because of its class 5.2 rating. I had read Roach’s description of this route several weeks earlier, but I had already forgot everything about it. I assumed the crux of this route was gaining the north ridge from the Huerfano valley. I remember seeing that face from Lindsey, and it certainly looked like a fifth class climb! From our vantage, the ridge looked slightly exposed, but not un-climbable.

Upon attaining the north ridge, we received and airy view of the Huerfano valley and Mt. Lindsey. We scrambled along this ridge for quite a ways, half expecting to find a rock tower blocking our progress. Luckily, such a formation was never encountered; however, an even more dangerous foe lurked among these remote peaks. Thunder echoed throughout the mountain valleys, and it appeared as if it was already raining directly east of Lindsey. We rushed to the summit, enjoyed the dynamite view for an entire 30 seconds, signed our names, and quickly climbed down.
Ellingwood Point
Blanca was now totally out of the question, as the weather made us uneasy. Reaching the summit was encouraging, but we still had 2500 rocky vertical feet between us and our camp.
Ellingwood Point
We scurried back down the north ridge as the sky to the east continued to darken. After we reached the low point on Crossfire Ridge (the ridge between Ellingwood’s north ridge and unnamed point 13,534), which was the point at which we gained the ridge, we were directly above an unnamed lake in Pioneer Basin. Seeing as the weather was holding, we descended to this lake for lunch. As I devoured an exquisite PB&J sandwich, I decided the class 5.2 “North Ridge” route was more like a really exposed, steep class 3. Roach says “This obtuse route is only for exposure-hardened scramblers,” and I clearly agree! However, he also says the crux of the route encompasses the last hundred yards to the summit. Unless we found another way to the top, I’m sure we did not climb anything that steep. Scrambling on the bottom of “freeway,” the standard route up the second flatiron in Boulder (class 4) seems significantly more difficult. Anyway, we finished lunch, and since we were in an adventuresome mood, we decided to descend a different way to South Zapata Lake. We figured our Ellingwood expedition was nearly over; an alternate descent route might provide some excitement. Our adventure was far from over; now, it had just begun…

By now, one would think we would have learned our lesson regarding routes and topographic maps; well, we hadn’t. Our map clearly depicted a “gradual” saddle above Pioneer Lake on Crossfire Ridge. This saddle would theoretically lead to the upper, unnamed lake in the South Zapata Lake area. We began traversing across a talus field toward this saddle; however, our lunch break gave the storms above Lindsey a chance to catch back up to us. Light rain began to fall as the wind picked up. About half way from our lunch spot and the saddle it began to hail. The hailstones were not gigantic, only about pea-sized, or large enough to really sting after a direct hit on the ear! Well, we continued through the storm; however, the hail seemed to be intensifying as the pellets danced from boulder to boulder. The hail became so heavy we had to hide behind a large boulder, and I put my pack over my head and neck (I was already wearing a helmet.) Just when we thought it couldn’t get much worse, an enormous bolt of lightning ripped across the sky between us and Little Bear Peak. We now huddled away from each other in the “lightning squat” position. Since this wasn’t accomplishing much, and we were beginning to get wet and really annoyed at the hail, we continued our traverse to the saddle. As I stood up, a piercing pain shot through my stomach. I accidentally had stabbed myself with my knife. How carefully are you reading? Actually, I have no idea what caused this pain, but it was abnormally unpleasant. Luckily, I had a several Tums in my pack, but I couldn’t find them in the hail.
Ellingwood Point
So I sucked it up. Now we hiked through the hail and pain and we finally reached the saddle! Well, let’s say the saddle was a real disappointment. As I held my aching abdomen, I peered over the ridge to see what I expected to be a grassy slope heading to the unnamed lake. Instead, it was a steep couloir in which I was unable to see the bottom of. But that’s not the bad part…after an hour or so of heavy hail, the couloir was filled deep with ice, as it was the natural funnel for the pesky precipitation. Before we could complain about the situation at hand, another jagged bolt of lighting struck somewhere in our vicinity. However, now we were directly on Crossfire Ridge at approximately 13,000 ft., which is not a choice location in an electrical storm. We hurried down the slope we had just climbed, and quickly found ourselves at Pioneer Lake. By now the hail had ceased, and we began to dry. It was probably around 2:00 and we contemplated our next move. Well, we didn’t contemplate very long, as we began to hike down Pioneer canyon.

Our reasoning (or lack thereof) in this rash move seemed good at the time. We were afraid the new couloir above us might not melt in the next few hours. More storms could arrive. The unclimbed route above may lead to a 30 ft. vertical drop; who knows? Our safest bet would be to climb back to the Crossfire Couloir (since we had already climbed it); however, this route would likely also be filled with hail. My father was carrying the car keys, so we decided to hike out Pioneer canyon and then traverse toward the South Zapata trailhead. We could sleep in the car and then retrieve our gear on Monday morning. Yeah, it seemed like a sound plan then.
Ellingwood Point

On the bright side, my stomach pain was improving and the sun was now shining. We left the tundra and entered a vast talus field. To our amazement, there was a strong trail through the rock field. We made great time through this area, as we laughed about the two other hikers who “bushwhacked” up this canyon. Before long we were traversing across a hillside in an evergreen forest when the trail literally vanished. A stone cairn marked this spot, but we couldn’t find in what direction the trail continued. In a matter of minutes, we too were bushwhacking! At this point I found the rusted head of a sledgehammer, but I would have much rather found a decent trail (or any trail for that matter.) From here on out began the arduous descent of Pioneer canyon…

The lower we dropped in elevation, the thicker the vegetation became. Naturally, our progress slowed…a lot! Pioneer Creek flows in a relatively narrow gorge, flanked by respectable cliffs on both of its sides. Thick briar-like weeds grew along the banks of the creek; however, we did not want to stray too far away from the creek in fear of impassible cliffs. So, instead of heading straight down the canyon as initially planned, we made little forward progress as we went up and down the canyon sides, dodging brush and rock formations. This type of travel took minutes to make mere yards of down-stream progress. While navigating the thorns of brush and thistle, we stumbled upon several wild raspberry plants. This was a pleasant surprise, as we were now getting pretty low on food. My father and I had each begun the morning with two PB&J sandwiches, two power bars, an apple, a small box of raisins, and three bottles of water. Well, now I only had the apple and raisins, while my dad had a power bar and a sandwich. However, the sun was still visible, so we continued bloodying our legs through the sharp brush. After seemingly forever in such pleasant terrain, we left the brush and found ourselves in deep evergreen forest. The canopy of this forest was thick enough to block nearly all light to the forest floor. Besides inches of soft decaying organic matter, this forest floor was ubiquitous in mushrooms. I must have seen at least fifty different ‘shroom varieties, including several dinner-plate sized monstrosities. Although I was a bit hungry, the thought of hallucinations and possibly death kept me away from the fungi. As the sun continued to get closer to the western horizon, the number of fallen trees significantly increased. The two other hikers we met earlier apparently were not mistaken. Soon, trees completely littered the forest floor, making progress ridiculously slow. As an added bonus, all of the trees were super slick due to the storms earlier in the day.
Ellingwood Point
Throughout these deep woods, facsimiles of trails appeared and disappeared. Maybe at one time there was a trail through this area; however, eons of growth had almost completely erased it. We must have crossed Pioneer Creek well over a dozen times hoping for an improvement in fallen tree conditions. No such luck. It was now around 8:00 and becoming rapidly darker. We ate the apple and sandwich, and quickly tried to utilize the remaining light. At this point I took quite a bit a verbal abuse from my father. Earlier in the day I was making fun of the fact that he had packed his headlamp for our day hike. “We’ll be back at camp by 2:00.” Well, he didn’t bring the light, and I sure wished we had. One hour and 10,000 fallen trees later, we decided to call it a night.

Earlier in the afternoon, we expected to be sleeping in our car or enjoying a meal at the Great Sand Dunes Oasis Restaurant by this time. We seriously thought we would have time to descend the canyon, eat dinner, buy some cheap flashlights, and possibly hike five miles in the dark to our camp. Instead, we were miles from the base of the canyon, it was dark, and all of our clothes were soaking wet. We hiked a couple of hundred feet above the creek and found a relatively flat spot of ground on a small mesa. We surveyed our supplies: lots of wet clothing, no tent, no sleeping bags, an emergency blanket, fire starters, one power bar, one ounce of raisins, and a few ounces of water. We made a small fire and huddled around it for three hours. We managed to dry our pants and jackets; however, after hours above the fire, my dad’s socks were still soaked. We slept on the emergency blanket, which at least protected us from any ground moisture. We threw my almost-dry poncho over us, and then…shivered. Although uncomfortable, we both managed to get some sleep, and we were hiking by 6:30 Monday morning. We devoured the power bar, raisins, and most of the remaining water.
Ellingwood Point

As stated earlier, one would think we’d learned our lesson regarding topo maps; well, think again. From our location on the mesa, we could see three ridges to the northwest, and we saw what we believed to be the South Zapata area at ridge three. So instead of hiking to Colorado 150, and then to South Zapata, we traversed. Well, to make an already long story shorter, there were many more than three ridges. Four hours and miles of pinon pines later, we reached the car!
Ellingwood Point
Victory! Well, maybe not, our gear was still ten miles (roundtrip) away. By this time we were both quite hungry and thirsty, so we headed to the Oasis Restaurant and had a cheeseburger. Reenergized, we drove back to the trailhead. It was now past noon on Monday (we expected to be almost home by now!) The trip back to South Zapata Lake was pretty mundane. We found our camp nearly intact, except our remaining food had been stolen by the locals. Looking at the tooth marks in my apple, I assume the thieves were marmots.
Ellingwood Point
They also ate half a baguette of sourdough bread. Oh well, I had a cheeseburger. We packed up our tent and sleeping bags and headed back to the trailhead. Fifty-four hours and many blisters since we left the car Saturday, we finished our adventure. In the words of Stevie Ray Vaughan, “We got stranded, caught in the crossfire.”


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Aaron Johnson

Aaron Johnson - Aug 27, 2006 8:02 pm - Hasn't voted

Well done

Well written, great informative photos and handy info for those that may follow. Congrats on getting out of this one unscathed.


mico - Aug 29, 2006 2:48 pm - Voted 10/10

Great report.

I had heard that Ellingwood could be accessed from the South Zapata Creek Trail but it didn't sound like it was easy. Your excellent trip report confirmed that. A friend and I hiked up the South Zapata Creek Trail on July 4, 2005. We made it to within a mile of South Zapata Lake before turning around. I remember it being very hot that day. It was amazing to me that there was no one on the trail above the Zapata Falls on a holiday weekend. Good to hear that you didn't suffer any permanent damage and thanks for the report. I really enjoyed it.


RyanS - Aug 29, 2006 4:13 pm - Voted 10/10

Very interesting report

You've got me wanting to climb Ellingwood's north ridge now, though I don't believe I'll try it from Zapata after reading your report!

Some people think I'm a flake for advising that one should wear long pants and gaiters when bushwhacking in the Sierra Blanca. Your report definitely lends credence to my recommendation ;)

Mike Mc

Mike Mc - Aug 30, 2006 3:35 am - Hasn't voted

Re: Very interesting report

Both my Dad and I unfortunately wore shorts while bushwhacking. My father's legs were disgusting after the trip: bruises, scrapes, and many bloody cuts!


mpbro - Aug 29, 2006 4:20 pm - Hasn't voted

Great read!

Very nicely written. What a trial! Hopefully you'll look back fondly...


MoapaPk - Aug 30, 2006 12:32 am - Voted 10/10

contour maps + cliffs = nada

Almost everywhere I've been in the west, the contour maps are quite deceiving. Perhaps it's the 40' interval, when a measly 20' cliff band can ruin your whole day! The newer "provisional" maps are often worse than the maps made by semi-manual photogrammetry in the 50s, 60s and 70s.


Commando - Aug 30, 2006 12:51 am - Hasn't voted


Great trip report! I've been intrigued by Ellingwood and Blanca for a while now. I'm definently going to have to get down there next summer. Glad you and your dad made it ok. Nice job!

rdb - Aug 30, 2006 6:36 pm - Voted 10/10

Also been there!

Really enjoyed your report! I soloed this route last year, and ascended the couloir you describe. There was some snow at the top, but mostly loose talus. I was also pleasantly surprised by finding only class 3 on the upper NW Ridge to Ellingwood, exactly as you describe. Directly below the intersection of what you call the 'crossfire ridge', and the NW Ridge, it looks like it might go as lower 5th class.

I've got a bunch of pictures and a trip report posted on 14erworld. No one on that site seemed at all interested in an alternative route that avoids the crowds! This is a sporty alternative approach to Ellingwood/Blanca/Littlebear.

Roger Bloomfield

Mike Mc

Mike Mc - Aug 31, 2006 2:47 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Also been there!

It's great to know others have tried this trek. I checked out your trip report on 14erworld, and it looked really good.

Jerry L

Jerry L - Aug 31, 2006 12:11 am - Hasn't voted

Good Dad

I love those father - son climbing trips. You all will have memories for years to come. It's a good read.


Andinistaloco - Aug 31, 2006 2:49 am - Voted 10/10

Right on!

Nice tale! I've often felt that some of my best stories were epics that could've been prevented... and that way you learn something too. Good work.


doumall - Aug 25, 2008 3:21 pm - Hasn't voted

Ellingwook N Ridge

Roach's route description for the N Ridge on Ellingwood is not correct. Wonder if he even climbed it? The 5th class section is low on the ridge, below the intersection with the 'Crossfire Ridge' on your map. The ridge above this point is class 3.


Kiefer - Sep 11, 2009 4:40 pm - Voted 10/10


work of making this ridge go! I have to say, this is definately an interesting approach to Ellingwood. Two friends and myself are seriously contemplating this route, or at least part of it in the next couple weeks or so.

How was the North Ridge to down climb? We'll be starting out climbing Little Bear and heading north all the way to California Peak or possibly the other direction.
Did you get a look at the ridge from the saddle on Ellingwood's North Ridge to Pt. 13,660 by chance? That's the only area that we have no beta on.
Good report, man!!!

Mike Mc

Mike Mc - Sep 16, 2009 11:26 am - Hasn't voted

Re: Good...

It's been quite some time since I climbed this route, so I cannot remember anything about the ridge between Ellingwood and 13,660. Regarding the downclimb of Ellingwood's 'North Ridge,' I believe the section we climbed was only third class. I once climbed Little Bear, Blanca, and Ellingwood in a day and I thought that was a big day... Good luck extending that trek all the way to California Peak!!

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