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Anyone seen this one? Probably 12 feet high and in the middle of a trailer park in Snoho County. Off limits but cool looking! My apologies if this has been discussed before-

Trip: Clear Creek- The Comb - Over the Rainbow Date: 1/10/2010 Trip Report: A couple of reasonably dry days called for a shot at a bit of granite- While not the balmy t shirt day, Stephen, Matt P and I had a great time regardless. We warmed up with a little chainsaw work on the Exfo Dome approach road. The nice campsite at the base of the sidewalk is now reclaimed for the most part. While finishing cutting through the last offending alder, the saw came to a stuttering stop out of gas- Simultaneously, a mysterious beam of light shone over to the Comb, and we were on our way. The place dries quite rapidly even in January (disregard the "wet" look of the stone in places) ::. Blueberry hill from afar- Matt on P1- .10a Stephen bringing up the rear Matt coming up 2nd P (5.8)- I wonder what could possibly cause these giant knobs? Hmmmmm.... Triumphant The third pitch was looking a bit wet, so we bailed- Big old Red Cedar on the hike out- I think this is one of the largest in the valley, many years ago I measured approx 16' in diameter! This is situated in a beautiful grove with many others of respectable size. Thanks guys- MH Gear Notes: A few tcus, draws and a couple of 50 M's Approach Notes: Path from the road- in good shape

Cool- We started right out of the boulders at the base. Unroped WI 2 for ~ 60M then roped up for nice 3/3+ steps with frozen pond belay ledges until the upper hanging valley. Great route just kept on coming! MH

Jeezus- what a fine cold spell. Ice climbing in DTown- I wonder if that thing has ever frozen completely; it's one of the largest multi teired waterfalls in WA. Great find Argus and David! MH

Trip: Lennox Mountain - Jokers and Prophets Date: 12/13/2009 Trip Report: Stephen P, Don H, and I took a nice trip to Lennox yesterday. Only a mile and 1/2 approach, but is rather brushy and lack of snow made the talus fields decidedly unfun. We all forgot cameras- sorry The central flow was in excellent condition, approximately 50-60 feet wide, and all WI2-3+ for 1800 feet to the top. Really fun stuff, some of the best and most continuous we have ever seen in WA. We began rapping the route (trees)as the sun went down. Within about 400 feet of the bottom, we had the absolute pleasure of getting the rope stuck, and Mr. Packard was the hero of the day sent up to free it. Luckily, our bootprints from the approach had been erased by 5" of new snow, and we spent many hours wandering aimlessly among the alders and talus. At last, we found some tributaries, and continued down until the Miller River drainage made itself apparent. Needless to say, my wife was less than pleased, as I casually mentioned the day before that it was likely I'd be home for dinner Great day out, 14 hours C:C Thanks Guys!!!! M.Hanna This should be in Alpine Lakes- mod move? Gear Notes: Ice screws and rap tat Approach Notes: Classic bushwhack- short but sweet

Hey Mountainsloth- nice work! That place is a treasure for long alpine ice. Those flows to the left of the cirque look as fat as I have ever seen them in a decade. February has always been pretty reliable, but DECEMBER Our second climb on the main face was direct up the middle, but at 2/3 height, we met up with a bare rock band and had to skirt the difficulties to climber's right, eventually meeting up with our original line, which we rapped. Again- excellent work- looks fun! M. Hanna

Great TR and climb Jim- Thanks for the awesome photo work M. Hanna

Many windfalls were chopped, road is driveable now all the way in to trailhead. Roadbed is intact, but has become quite rocky- high clearance vehicle AWD or 4WD is recommended. The giant log can be driven around, but we sawed nearly all the way thru the ~5 foot diameter log, (need larger saw). A bit more work on that one, and the road will be back to original shape in that section. Thanks to all- Reily81, BenMurphy, Dave T, Chris G, Eric H, Billy the Dog, and the Hanna girlz for all the hard work!!!! M. Hanna

We'll have at least a couple chainsaws, burke bars. I'm donating my old but venerable Blazer to moving big logs and rocks as needed too. A pick/shovels may be useful, and ratchet nippers are always in style- Hope to see you up there Shooting for this Sunday the 1st MH

Several folks are planning to reclaim as much Green Giant road access as possible next sunday- We'll be up there starting at about 8-9 am. Anyone who's been up there recently can attest to the need, any assistance would be highly appreciated! Mark Hanna

The climbing on the last pitches have a bit of vegetation, but it's 5.7- 5.8 on ok gear, reasonably easy route finding, and gets to a great little summit. The summit is one of my favorite camping spots in the Clear Creek. MH

Trip: Exfo Dome - Westward Ho Date: 10/4/2009 Trip Report: James and I took a nice trip to Blueberry Hill to climb Westward Ho! to the summit yesterday. We replaced 3 missing hangers and removed the copious tat from many 30 meter pro bolt non stations. Rather than leaving crap hanging all over the route, perhaps subsequent parties could bring a second rope and use the stations provided A great day in the fall on the dome- a bit cold in the am, but it became perfectly warm at 11. Get up there before the snow flies... M. Hanna Gear Notes: draws + small rack to gold camalot Approach Notes: Parked at first washout

I am definitely up for some trail work- count me in. I've been meaning to do it for years up there. I have ample implements (say that fast 12 times) and a strong dislike of alder twigettes. MH

Great effort Dave and all- I really hope to get up there to sample the goods this fall. Thanks for the energy, time, and passion it takes to play on this giant wonder! M. Hanna

Hi all- I have had ther opportunity to view the failed hanger in question, and strongly believe it is aluminum alloy with an anodized clear coat. The product appears to be non-magnetic, very lightweight compared to steel or ss, and has exfoliating corrosion between layers that looks similar to some old Eiger biners that were part of an ancient belay rig on the diamond some years ago. Aluminum is very sacrificial to the steel bolt in the presence of water. I'll return the hanger to D this week. MH PS- I'm not a metallurgist, but work for one who provided a cursory inspection of the hanger and agreed lacking other testing information to the contrary. Mark Hanna

Thanks much Matt and James- You guys MH

Thanks so much for the effort Bug- let me know when I can buy you some to quench the thirst. Thanks for all your efforts up there- MH

Off- that's the spot We left a full rack to 4 at the toe of Sherpa and camping gear at the base of NR- any returns of this stuff would be rewarded with copious amounts of and $$ If not, an insignificant fee for getting out expediently

Thanks for the kind words all- Matt- It was a new blue cord with a bunnyear figure eight- I thought you might remember it.... Well done on CBR

Trip: Mt Stuart - Complete Nort h Ridge Date: 8/2/2009 Trip Report: My long time friend and part time spiritual adviser (Stephen Packard) and I decided a few months ago to do the CNR on Stuart. The date was August 1-3 2009. Having been there last year, we knew it would go quickly. Having not been up the Stuart Lake approach, we went in through the Ingalls trail rather than crashing around in the supposed brush. Dispensing with the numerous crappy passes in 90 degree swelter, we found ourselves situated at the base of the NR bivy with light hearts and ample energy for the upcoming foray. The general idea was to climb the north ridge, descend sherpa glacier, camp another night at the bivy, and walk out the next day in victorious style. The climb went well, my earlier trip made route finding no issue, and the Gendarme was climbed with vigorous whimpers and sobbing in my usual alpine offwidth rigor. Stephen really did well on P1 layback hand crack. In 8.5 hours, we reached the summit, not bad for a couple of old guyz. We met with a couple of folks on the summit, bid our farewell, and continued east to locate the Stuart/Sherpa Col. Recent reports indicated that the glacier was still in enough to get past the schrund. We rapped from some slings at gully top, then downclimbed to a steep rap at a significant boulder above the head of the glacier. Stephen remarked that the rap was an ugly one. Strike one. As we approached the boulder, it became apparent that this was a very recent cord, in excellent shape. We both inspected the cord for placement and cuts, as we have done in many instances of Cascade alpine climbing for the last 20 years. Rapping off singular alpine anchors has always given me the willies, but this one passed the test, no worse than many we encountered. And no better. Strike two. I stayed clipped to the cord as I fed the rope through a previously tied bunny ear figure 8, with Stephen’s assistance. Uneventfully, Stephen rapped over the steep section, carefully sidestepping large loose tombstones just below the rappel point. Due to the meltwater trickle and distance involved, I didn’t hear him call off rappel, but made the assumption as rope went slack for a few seconds. My turn- automatic setup one two buckle my shoe complete with double checks and visual verification-similar to one million times before in rain, sleet, snow, and dark of night. Prior to weighting the rope, a brief internal glimpse of an old rescue video starring falling climbers tumbling down blocky horror went through my brain- ugly rappel indeed…Pushing this thought away, I weighted the rope and descended about 10 feet to a group of large loose rocks. Strike three. I disengaged a few errant loops of rope from the pile of rocks, and in doing so, slipped a couple feet towards the steeper gritty watercourse. Another 5 feet of descent, and the strangest pulse and vibration came from the anchor, followed by nothingness. Head over heels and upside down, I had time for NONONOWHATTHEFU as I made initial impact. Continuing to slide, an avalanche of respectably sized stones traveled with, around, and over me. This has to be the most violent thing I have ever experienced. Akin to being beaten by an army of crank smoking thugs wielding pressure treated 4x4’s, hours of physical beating were accelerated into just a few seconds. As I came to a grinding halt, the confused image of the underside of a glacial moat swept over me. I had fallen into a moat. As the grating sounds stopped, I was immediately overwhelmed with embarrassment and deep sadness for my wife and two children. This was certainly not in The Plan. Seconds ticked by, and I seemed alive enough to roll over and inelegantly exit the (thankfully) open throat of my captor. I recall hearing an uneven hoarse voice saying to Stephen “I think I’m going to need some help here”. Perhaps a bit understated. I had fallen 40 feet from a nearly vertical wall, then another 30 feet in the broken rock gully. On Sherpa Glacier. Far from Help. Standing up, quick assessment revealed limbs intact, minimal blood loss, missing approach shoe, and terrible stabbing hip and lower back pain. Stephen got me into a down vest and had me stand on a rain jacket with my recently non booted foot. Unbelievably, my glasses remained on my face and were unscratched. He regained his composure and went up through the ice to retrieve both shoe and rope. Returning with a well formed textbook 70 meter Klusterfook knot, soaking wet and filthy, the shoe was not to be found. Being a fervent fan of cramponing in rock shoes, he helped me into mine and readied himself to belay me down the upper Sherpa glacier. Stepping out onto the snow brought exquisite blinding pain of the show stopper quality. It had to be done. Seemingly endless torture with a break at each rope length to allow Stephen to descend and reset. At some point, he called down indicating that my shoe was alive and well some 500 feet below the ill fated rappel. We slowly gained on the rock knob above the schrund. This would undoubtedly involve a roped rap with a painful stepover of the schrund, now melted away to leave a black hollow gash we would soon need to navigate. Stephen set up a nut rap anchor in a crack up high, then coaxed our sodden rope down towards the schrund. Not warming to the thought of rapping from even ¾” bolts, let alone a couple small nuts, he somehow convinced me of the requirement, and I started down. Waves of nausea passed over me as the stabbing bastard attached to my hip continued the crusade. I reached the schrund with about a foot of rope left over. Glad we didn’t come with the 60M. A bonus round of ever steepening ice runnels and a couple of near trips got us to the toe of Sherpa Glacier. I refused to go further at this point, and he reluctantly agreed. Time for an updated plan. We would kick out a bivy spot here on the rocky shoulder. He would descend to our camp at the base of N. Ridge, eat, sleep, wake early and head on out to get some help. He later informed me that several more crap anchor raps were needed to do this as night fell. I’m sure glad he made it down in reasonable safety. With profound sadness at the temporary loss of my companion, I settled in for a bivy with some granola, gu pack, and a couple power bars. Stephen also filled a couple water bottles and left his belay jacket. The wind rose as darkness came, bringing the cold air off the ice. The singular method I could use to lay down was face down in the dirt, arms at the side. Any deviation from this resulted in extraordinary pain. I would have sold my soul to a life of indentured servitude with the North Koreans for a handful of Vicodin. It seemed like I slept 5 minutes, and then awoke to full body shivers for 20. Needless to say, the night was a long one. Swarms of mosquitoes were present, but strangely, they did not feel the need to extract my blood that night. The sun came up at last, and revealed a profoundly negative consequence of my cozy perch. Stephen had not wanted me to stay here because of the seracs directly above. With the warming sun, it soon became apparent that he was correct. Volleys of rock were released with regularity as the free water flowed on the surface ice. Given that my effective radius of escape was about 10 feet, starting at about 10 am, I stood up, ready to dash this way or that if needed. While the rocks came down all around, I don’t think anything came within 40 feet of my little spot during the whole day. This was fortunate, as my definition of “dash” at this point was about a foot per minute max. At about 1 pm, I heard the unmistakable sounds of chopper blades down valley. Elated, I began jerking my reflective bivy back and forth like a madman. I watched as they searched Colchuck or Argonaut for an hour regardless of my flappings. I felt pretty useless and dejected when they flew off, leaving me with the sound of melting icefalls and my crunchy hip joint. I began preparing for another night out, laying out the sack, filling a water bottle… My mind wandered to alternate possibilities; perhaps Stephen never made it out? Maybe another injured party in the Enchantments? I’m not a dainty fellow by any means, not going to starve to death, but Jeezus, I just want to go home. About an hour went by and then I heard a returning chopping of air. They circled the valley a few times, finally aiming for me. As it turns out, they went back to Leavenworth for more fuel and to get Stephen in an effort to show them where I was located. I resumed the role of the Fukin Insane Mad Flapper, and was genuinely giddy when a red smoke bomb was released in reply. A few more loops, closer and closer. It was windy on the glacier, and I could see the downdrafts push the confounded machine towards the earth. Having never been below such a monstrous device with whirling black blades, I must admit a bit of trepidation as they dropped an anchor shaped chair connected to a hoist cable. An upper torso shoulder strap was presented with an ominous warning sign “TIGHTEN”. Painfully, I mounted this thing and pulled the strap to no avail. The cinch buckle was stuck. Screw it- I grabbed that post like an alcoholic on a fifth, and held on for dear life. Up and away, I watched the bivy recede from view and rapidly become part of a flat brown landscape. My rescuers hoisted me into the cabin, and one attendant (Wade) reached out with a strong and reassuring hand to secure me in. At last I felt safe. Thank you Wade and crew! A 15 minute ride led to Central Washington Hospital, home of a very competent Level 2 Trauma Center. XRays, CAT scans, poking, prodding and lots of very nice drugs revealed that my only injuries (ego notwithstanding) were broken lower vertebrae side protrusions, torn muscles, ligaments, and severe bruising left mid back to heel. Suffice to say that everyone including me is amazed that I did not die or sustain life altering disabilities considering the fall dynamics and location. Over a week later, at home and pulling off the scabs while watching bruises turn shades, this is all still quite surreal. Without Stephen’s judgement, drive and actions the outcome may have been much less positive. I’m eternally grateful for his abilities, companionship, and solid character throughout the years. My wife, kids, family and friends have shown great support and love for me through this. Even when they may not understand the reasons we climb, they certainly sense the passion for adventure inherent in our goals. I’m really thankful for this! A very hefty thank you to the 36th Rescue Airlift Group out of Fairchild AFB- you folks put your lives on the line for myself and many others. I don’t think the general public understands the amount of training and expertise required to pull this off. Much Appreciation!! As for causation of accident, I have contemplated the failed anchorage and believe that the loop joining knot got caught on an edge as I slid to one side. This caused slack on one leg of the loop, which was released rapidly as it rotated past the edge. This slack likely transferred to the rear of the rig, where it rolled up and off the protrusion. Ideally, we would have liked to have a backup to the sling, but no real option presented itself upon inspection. That’s not to say that a backup was unavailable, just that in the context of the situation, it was determined to be superfluous. I hope that anyone reading this will consider our alpine anchors just a bit more carefully than you would have before. Shit can and will happen even when everything is done right. Entirely too many accidents recently- take care out there. Thanks All- Mark Hanna (Hanman) ps- I'll post some photos when out of Percoset daze Gear Notes: Big ass helicopter, patience Approach Notes: Ingalls trail

Thanks for the info Sol- sounds like Sherpa's the way to go. Mark

Anyone wanna go up on Saturday? The new bridge is in place and the route should be dry.Looks like good weather

Anyone here descended this? Thinking of bivy at Goat Pass with a return this way after doing the CNR. Thanks, MH