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2wd low-clearance should have no troubles getting to Trinity. Every winter there is typically enough snow on the ground so that there is a big snowpark right at the Fish Lake turnoff, leaving 24 miles to Trinity then another 4 mile approach on good trail. With a snow mobile getting into that face would be pretty darn casual.

In Peru I used both llamas and burrows to haul my gear into various camps. I never understood the use of llamas. They carry half as much, walk half as slow, require constant proding and cost twice as much! WTF! Then talk about trying to get a load on their back, that was the most dangerous part of the trip. It's always seemed like a great idea for the Pasayten or Wind Rivers but the cost is probably untenably high for people use to doing it on the cheap. It's gotta be what? at least $100 a day a guide, $50 a day an animal. So $300 to get your shit in there and then how are you going to get it back out!? Be cool to hear more first hand experiences.

Snowking via Cyclone Lake looks sweet.

Photo taken 6/18 from near Buck Creek Pass.

Take it to the bedroom you two! Scheeesch

There is no feature in the Beckey Guide named "Silver Tooth" so it's a little inconclusive. Based on Mr Laytons reply to the post Dru linked above I assume Mark did something else over on Snagtooth Ridge. Guess we'll have to wait for Mark to chime in, or is anyone else in Methow Land in the know??

??? I don't know. Maybe it's the same damn thing.

ALL YOU NEED TO SEE! I just went backpacking up yonder to Buck Creek Pass. Beautiful place! The north face is not as steep as it looks in the above photo, though still worthy in the right conditions. The face certainly looks like shit for rock climbing however the NE Arete (left edge of photo) is huge (2000' tall) easily accessed from King Lake and only looks sorta chossy. Somebody should definitely go climb it. I think Fred had dissed it but you really got to take his opinion with a grain of salt when it comes to unclimbed lines. Good luck!

That's so friggin awesome! To bad The place is now going to get overrun.

Wow, I'm so glad someone cares . Here's a topo map. Face in question is marked with a red arrow. Our approach is marked with a green arrow. If I ever went back I think I'd camp by the blue teepee. Pretty meadows down there.

Climb: Silver Horn-The Chalice Date of Climb: 6/25/2005 Trip Report: Over the weekend Justin Thibault and I wandered off to the nether-regions of the Silver Star Massif and climbed the South East face of Silver Horn. The which-face on what-horn? Exactly! Just keep walking three hours past Burgundy Spire and you should be there. We climbed 700' of splitters and corners on clean, grey granite and 100' of loose-flake, kitty-litter funk. All in all we had a great time and climb. We named our route "The Chalice" III 5.10-. Distel-Style Photo-Onslaught! Gear Notes: med rack to 4". doubles of small stoppers and 1" to 3" cams. Ice Axe. Approach Notes: Best approached via Cedar Creek. Way to much up & down from the north side.

You guys are killing it! And the summers only started...

Can you get by with 1 60 m rope? Thanks. DB

GET THEM TO POST A TR!!!

Anyone know what aspect of the tooth this route is on? Is it any good?

?SPONTA? Play by the rules bitch

STONE APE

Padden Creek Tunnel Built in 1897 to drain the area between I-5 and Fairhaven. Entrance is near 23rd and Fairhaven Parkway. Exits into Fairhaven Park. About 2/3rds of a mile long, winding all around the Happy Valley neighborhood. Sections of the Letter Streets and further north are built atop abandoned coal mines (one of the original industries in B'ham). Evidently there is a major entrance somewhere near Northwest Avenue that was blocked off in the 50's after a few kids died in it.

The Goretex liner in a boot is relatively fragile. Eventually it's going to break down and the boot is going to leak some. I've got a pair of hightop Gtx Nikes that were truely waterproof for the the first three months but alas no longer. The durability (or lack there of) of those boots has been brought up before. But really, what do you expect from a pair of crampon compatible boots that weigh 2.5 lbs. A good example of where light might be right but not neccesarily durable. Good luck.

Should they be encouraging safety meetings with rangers? I just don't get it...

Not harder than Brown Ale!

How much snow is up in the high country there? Have any of the lakes melted out? Thanks. Darin

Not that long ago Outer Space was rated 5.8+, Classic Crack was rated 5.8 amd Meat Grinder was rated 5.9.

--- Cross posted from a similarly titled thread in the Freshie Zones about 2 years ago --- Skiing down the White Salmon Glacier in February. We followed the best snow by staying close to the Northwest Rib. As we continued below the base of the rib we found ourselves below the Hanging Glacier. Dropping down a little chute I got cliffed out. I hollered up to my friends who started a long traverse torwards the ski area. I considered traversing 100 feet east into an enormous cone of avalanche debris (literally hundreds of feet high) instead I popped my skis off and decided to retrace my descent. I still clearly remember hearing the tinkle of small ice chunks followed by an enormous CRACK! Looking straight up above me (like tilt your neck and eyes back) this wave of snow is pouring off the top of the Hanging Glacier, hitting a wall of rock on the northwest rib, deflecting back in my direction, turning in to this churning cloud. It gets bigger and bigger and bigger. The last I looked it's hitting the snow slopes I'm on below the rock cliff the Hanging Glacier sits on. It enormous. I'm standing below a little projection of rock. I bury my skis in the snow, then my body and face. I close my eyes. What I really remember is the sound, so incredibly loud. And it just gets louder and louder and louder. Suddenly it gets dark and I'm being pounded into the snow by a malestroum of wind. This goes on, I don't know, for a while. I had this incredible sense of not really being alive, and not really being dead. Just waiting for whatever eventuality to occur. Hard to explain, guess you had to be there. The noise begins to diminish, soon it's gone. All thats left is a powder cloud hanging over the valley. I claw my way up the gully, adrenaline now coursing through me, fumble with the binding cables and get the hell out of there. The debris field in the white salmon drainage was up to 20' deep and at least a 1000' long. It all came down less than a 100' to my side. What I felt was the associated powder cloud that came thundering over the rock knob I was hiding behind and pounded me from above. My friends thought I was dead, ski patrol (who were watching us) though we were dead. I don't ski below hanging glaciers anymore.