Mount
Rainier - Kautz Glacier
May 17, 2008

As
lines, so loves oblique, may well
themselves in every angle greet;
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet
~Andrew Marvell
Photos
and story by Jason
With
all the snow in the lowlands you'd figure Mount Rainier, a
mountain that gets more snow than almost anywhere else, would
be looking better than average. Higher on the mountain this
wasn't the case. Most routes fared poorly this winter with
glaciers more crevasse-riddled than in other years. In contrast,
lower on the mountain, snows are deep, well above average.
I could only guess that high winds are to blame. Looking at
the new Camp Muir weather station data throughout the season
with its ever common (when it didn't freeze up) 100+ mph reading,
this guess would be well-based.
On
Friday after work, I was to make my second attempt on Rainier
this year. Like my first climb, it was a spur of the moment
decision brought on by Sky whose single-handed efforts have
laid tracks down almost every route on the south side of Mount
Rainier. This includes the Kautz and Wilson Headwalls, both
the Fuhrer routes (finger and thumb), Success Couloirs and
the Kautz Glacier. According to him the Kautz Headwall is
the finest example of a steep, continuous line on this side
of Mount Rainier.
Josh
and I got a closer look of the route during the drive to Paradise.
What we saw were cliff bands separated by snow (or is that
snow separated by cliff bands?). This wasn't looking like
a good choice. At the parking lot it was easy to contemplate
trying something else. Taking a nap I woke up and asked my
brother what time it was, "11:40," he grumbled.
Sky was late and he was supposed to be there at 10pm. Since
the day was to be very warm, it didn't seem wise to linger,
so we left a note. On it we said we were going to go climb
and ski the Fuhrer Thumb.
Many
nights on Rainier have little to compare with this one. A
bright moon and cold/warm blasts of air lifted tired eyelids
and carried me up the mountain. At Glacier Vista we descended
on gloppy snow. Until then, the snow had been a few inches
deep and consolidated. With the expected record temperatures
to lay over most of the state that day, there was concern.
Fortunately, back on the glacier conditions were better.
Winding
up through a glacier in the middle of the night is an intimidating
endeavor no matter who you are. Groaning seracs and gaping
crevasses appearing all the more fearful in the moonlight.
Josh and I were not pleased to be crossing any crevasses in
such soft snow (in places your ski pole could be pushed down
to the hilt). We went out of our way to avoid any and all,
but didn't manage to avoid every single one. The few snow
bridges we had to cross reminded me of the skiers fall on
this very glacier a few weeks prior. As I understood it, he
fell nearly a 100 feet headfirst AND survived. Later being
pulled out practically uninjured!!! And with, surely, an increased
respect for this glacier. Other easy ascents through here
had increased my confidence. I don't think I will ever go
directly up the glacier again without a rope on such soft
snow. Better instead to avoid all of it by going up the fan
and Turtle.
Above
the glacier below the Wilson Headwall, a light followed by
two others appeared. It looked as if our party had finally
arrived. Since they were far behind a nap was in order. By
no means did we actually get any sleep, cause by then the
wind had begun and was just cold enough to keep us awake.
Instead we just hunkered down on the cold snow and waited.
Beside my short nap at the parking lot, I hadn't slept in
20 hours, the price of a one-day push on a saturday after
work.
As
Sky, Eric and Casey arrived, we talked about plans. They,
too, didn't like the look of the Kautz Headwall and given
the late hour, they had decided on the Kautz Glacier. This
seemed reasonable. As to why they were late? Many foibles
are to blame to include Casey making a wrong turn on the way
to the mountain.
Sunrise
was nice, even though most of it occurred around the east
side of the mountain. As soon as any sun reached the rock
and ice walls, a few ice chunks would skitter down. Fortunately
the wind wasn't so loud you couldn't hear them, offering enough
time to make necessary adjustments to the right or left. |