Fat Kids Do the Palisades

Page Type Page Type: Trip Report
Date Date Climbed/Hiked: Dec 8, 2008
Activities Activities: Skiing
Seasons Season: Winter

The Marmot Arrives

Supermarmot booked his flight to visit me back in November, when I was raving about the face-shot powder turns I was finding in pockets of the Tahoe backcountry. I promised him several snowstorms in the forecast ahead, so that when he did arrive, Tahoe would be entirely green-light. But in early December, no storms had come, and as Supermarmot looked out of the plane window at the barren wasteland surrounding the Reno airport, he silently cursed me to the grave.

Trying to salvage his vacation, I packed him in my Subaru at an ungodly hour of Saturday morning, poured coffee down his throat and drove him south on Highway 395. Because, you know, it’s totally snowy down south. 100%. Not a doubt.

The plan: an epic four days of backcountry adventure, including a multi-day, overnight tour and couloir conquering.

But there’s something we call the Fat Kid Syndrome that seems to manifest itself into any adventure Supermarmot and I ever aspire to together. (see trip report: "Seven Fingered Jack and... Fernwho?"). As soon as the going gets tough, we head for a restaurant.

Where's all the friggin Snow?

Where s all the friggin snow?!Where's the friggin snow?
But anyway, that might be giving too much of the exciting climax of our trip away. Our first stop was Bloody Mountain, which the Chief has suggested might have some good turns.

We didn’t have the clearest idea of which access road to take, so we guessed and bombed up as far up a dirt road as we could get… which was about a whopping 100 feet, because the Subaru high centered and we had to sheepishly back it off into a pull-out.

Like the good, fat little sheep we are, we saw footprints headed up the road, so we figured we were on the right track.

We weren’t.

After eagerly skinning over miles of sagebrush broken infrequently by patches of snow, the road abruptly ended, giving us a glorious view of Bloody Mountain, and another road, that we apparently weren’t cool enough to be on, headed right to its base.
Wrong Road to Bloody MountainThe wrong way

An hour later we were happily drowning our sorrows over our wasted day in two Safeway-rotisserie chickens, a bottle of wine and a soak in the Keough Hotsprings.

Restoring some dignity

At our campsite later that night, Supermarmot flipped through the pages of a backcountry ski book. “Eh?” he said, pointing his fat little thumb at a page. I took the book from him and read, Palisades.

The next morning we were at the trailhead at the end of Glacier Lodge road, dreaming of snow, glaciers, and couloirs. We packed three nights’ worth of stuff and ski gear, and threw our leftover food and a half-gone bottle of wine into the trailhead bear box.
Note for the Rangers in the Trailhead Bear BoxNote for the rangers

As we passed the John Muir wilderness sign, I could just imagine the clueless summer backpackers who show up on a whim on a sunny Saturday morning, wanting to go experience nature. After busting their butts for miles up the trail, they’ll pass a sign saying, “YOU (yes, you) need a permit to pass yonder, or ELSE.” So they diligently walk back to their car and drive a half hour to Bishop to see about the permit, only to find out that it’s closed. In the summer, you have to put more planning into getting to sleep overnight in the woods than you do for your own retirement fund.

That’s why we wait until December, when no one’s around. Because no one else in a population of 40 million people in Cali & Nevada are stupid enough to think it’s time for touring just because it’s cold outside.

A couple of miles in, there was still no skinnable snow. Carrying a multi-day overnight pack with mountaineering gear, wine bottles, fine cheeses and a splitboard thrown on for good measure for miles isn’t on my list of favorite things to do. We crossed some backpackers on their way out and begged for some good news. “Oh yeah, there’s snow up past the seven lakes,” they said. “We were postholing like mother--.”

Grunting like a packhorse under my load, we took five breaks in as many miles before we reached Second lake. Along the way we kept ourselves entertained by asking eachother questions like, “Okay, if you could sleep with any professional extreme athlete alive, who would it be?” “What do you want to be your last meal on earth?” “If you were a jalapeño popper…”

The view made me forget about my aching back for about three seconds -- Temple Crag is one beautiful mountain. The lake was frozen solid (it would keep us up with its groaning all night). Supermarmot said, thoughtfully, “We should have just brought some ice skates.”
Temple Crag, DecemberTemple

We set up our tent in a prime campsite you’d never have the guts to nab in the summer and started laying out the cuisine for the night… smoked salmon with dill and lemon, Irish Cheddar, cookies and Barefoot Merlot. Sunset came at 4:30, and we spent the next several hours shivering and trying to push an impossibly huge rock off of a cliff.
Bored after darkManly man Supermarmot

Skiing. Kind of.

The next morning, the wind was howling. I struggled to light the stove, finally giving up and just throwing my packet of oatmeal in a pan of snow and stirring a bit. After stalling for a good hour or so, we pulled on only slightly lighter day packs and made our way toward the Glacier Trail, soon ditching the beaten path for the promising sight of continuous white stuff and postholed/skinned up to the Palisade Glacier.

“You call that a glacier?” Mr. I’m-A-Snob-From-the-North-Cascades-Where-There’s-Real-Mountains sneered. True… our Sierra “glaciers” do look kind of lame compared to the massive, lethal beasts of the north. But heck, if there’s a crack, it counts.
 Fun Little ChuteFun chute

Finally, turns!

The U-Notch & V-Notch couloirs were just giant luge runs of ice over gaping bergshrunds (the only useful bit of information you‘ll get out of this trip report), so we pulled off the skins and fought the nasty, breakable crust down a fun couloir back to camp, where we sat around for another hour or so, shivering.

“Hotsprings?” David suggested. We heaved our packs back on and stomped our way back to the car, and drove over to the Keough Hotsprings for a final good pruning before cruising home to do things more appropriate to the conditions of the season. Like go swimming. Get an ice cream cone. Or just hibernate until it’s actually winter.


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Deltaoperator17 - Dec 9, 2008 11:21 pm - Voted 10/10

Funny Story

Sounds more like you guys are trying to find the snow like we are in Idaho..



littlefrantz - Dec 12, 2008 11:14 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Funny Story

Thanks! We're getting a storm tonight... hope it hits you guys too.

Matthew Van Horn

Matthew Van Horn - Dec 10, 2008 6:20 pm - Hasn't voted

good stuff

Hey, enjoyable read. Your fun chute photo (on my other browser) is shaped like Utah!


littlefrantz - Dec 12, 2008 11:15 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: good stuff

Thank you! Though I'm thinking more... Idaho, flipped.


jordansahls - Dec 10, 2008 7:43 pm - Voted 10/10


funny story, well written! At the very least you got to get out into some beautiful wilderness.


littlefrantz - Dec 12, 2008 11:16 pm - Hasn't voted


Yes, that's the upside! :) It's always worth it... thank you!


rhyang - Dec 10, 2008 7:58 pm - Voted 10/10

Good job !

And highly entertaining :)

Boriss Andean

Boriss Andean - Dec 11, 2008 6:36 pm - Voted 10/10


Real good funny story! Congratulations!. I like the pictures too.


littlefrantz - Dec 14, 2008 3:48 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Next time....

Yes, thanks so much for the good advice! If only we could read a map. But now we'll know where to go in spring!


MoapaPk - Dec 14, 2008 11:11 am - Voted 10/10

you had me at the title



supermarmot - Dec 14, 2008 12:19 pm - Voted 10/10

i can't believe

this shit made the front page! haha, we didn't even try to climb anything...


littlefrantz - Dec 14, 2008 3:48 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: i can't believe

I cracked up too. But they must need to create a sense of contrast every once in a while. "See, here's what average, little posers are up to." If you keep sticking too much epicness on the front page, you never quite gauge just how epic epic is.


imzadi - Dec 15, 2008 8:43 am - Voted 10/10

Pushing a bolder over a cliff?

Ok...was this some sort of sacrifice to the snow gods so they'd give you snow?


littlefrantz - Dec 16, 2008 11:28 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Pushing a bolder over a cliff?

Exactly, and now Tahoe's being dumped on, so it must have worked! Lol, though maybe we'd have gotten it sooner if we'd thrown some wine over the cliff.


haivanhuynh - Dec 16, 2008 3:35 pm - Hasn't voted

Fun Chute

That looks like the chute/drainage from Sam Mack. I climbed that because I was too lame/uninterested to follow the Palisade Glacier trail sign to the east (or left of photo).


littlefrantz - Dec 16, 2008 11:26 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Fun Chute

That sounds right... I remember seeing a trail sign too, but the trail route didn't look as appetizing.


littlefrantz - Dec 16, 2008 11:28 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Diagnosis

We should start FKSSA together... Fat Kid Syndrome Sufferers Anonymous.


bajaandy - Dec 17, 2008 11:24 am - Voted 10/10

HA! Cool title and cool read

Loved the TR. Bummer you didn't really get any good skiing in. But ya know... if you keep "carrying a multi-day overnight pack with mountaineering gear", you won't be able to call yourself Fat Kids anymore. (Wait, not that I'm saying your fat! Oh damn... THIS is a slippery slope I've gotten myself onto now!) Anyway, fun read. Thanks for posting.

Edit: Spelling


littlefrantz - Dec 17, 2008 7:42 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: HA! Cool title and cool read

haha, thanks for your comment!

Sierra Ledge Rat

Sierra Ledge Rat - Dec 19, 2008 12:21 am - Hasn't voted

Love the Palisades

Ain't skiing the Palisades great? Sh-h-h-h-h...Don't tell anyone our little secret. BTW, did you know that "SNOWBOARD" is an old Norwegian word for "CAN'T SKI?" (: Great pics.

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