Neil
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Avalanche Mountain – a feisty big, little mountain.
Why feisty? Because I found this peak that lies shoehorned between two of the big boys (Colden and Algonquin) to be tougher than expected, right to the top.
Actually we found the approach to be fairly easy, especially after crossing Marcy Brook. We followed whispers of trails and old tote roads through moderately thick bush on our way towards Caribou Pass. As we progressed we got views of Wright including a small piece of the top of the slide and part of Algonquin. Our plan was to turn and head for the summit .2 miles from Caribou Pass. If you go this route resist the temptation to head up earlier. There are cliffs. If I was to go back I think I’d go right to Caribou Pass simply because we encountered fairly thick stuff, blowdown and very steep terrain. The contour intervals from Caribou Pass look a lot fatter. Near the top there was one big cliff that lay oblique to our line of travel and right at the base of it there was a clear channel that permitted us to gain some easy and precious elevation. Best of all, it was a totally cool place to be, especially with the unique views of Algonquin and Wright.
Near the very top we found a little treadway for the last 50 feet or so and this led us right to the summit. We found the best views by pushing through thick stuff on the Flowed Lands side. In fact, the view into the Trap Dike was totally awesome. We sat in the little summit clearing for close to an hour soaking up the rays and shooting the bull. Time and the real world ceased to exist for one little hour.
Things got interesting on the descent. We had planned on following the ridge to the Avalanche Camp LT but somehow the line of least resistance drew us down off to the east side through an amazing funnel between 2 big cliffs. The only thing I didn’t like was worrying whether lower down we would get hung up on cliffs we couldn’t get around. Frequent (constant) inspection of the map, the land, the gps and the compass did us well. By now I had the map in my head and for the first time ever I navigated by watching the UTM numbers change on the gps. What cliffs we encountered were small and easily travelled through. The going was generally a lot more open on our descent route than our ascent.
We were .45 from the LT when Alan got this brilliant idea to cut directly over to the Avalanche pass trail so we changed direction and headed SE. What was funny was we left behind open downhill woods for a 150 climb through stuff that was a lot thicker in order to save .25. The reward was we came out 50 feet above the trail and had unique views of a magnificent slab on Colden. The only problem was that we were above the trail standing on top of a cliff. Alan was kicking himself for having forgotten that the Avalanche pass trail is lined by these beautiful cliffs. Lucky for us we found a crack and had an easy, if steep, downwalk to the trail. A couple of hikers were coming through at that exact moment and must have wondered what the hell we were doing. Looking back up the way we just came all we saw one long line of vertical cliff broken only by the route we had come through.
And that was our day. Much better than a day at the office.
Here are some pictures.
Why feisty? Because I found this peak that lies shoehorned between two of the big boys (Colden and Algonquin) to be tougher than expected, right to the top.
Actually we found the approach to be fairly easy, especially after crossing Marcy Brook. We followed whispers of trails and old tote roads through moderately thick bush on our way towards Caribou Pass. As we progressed we got views of Wright including a small piece of the top of the slide and part of Algonquin. Our plan was to turn and head for the summit .2 miles from Caribou Pass. If you go this route resist the temptation to head up earlier. There are cliffs. If I was to go back I think I’d go right to Caribou Pass simply because we encountered fairly thick stuff, blowdown and very steep terrain. The contour intervals from Caribou Pass look a lot fatter. Near the top there was one big cliff that lay oblique to our line of travel and right at the base of it there was a clear channel that permitted us to gain some easy and precious elevation. Best of all, it was a totally cool place to be, especially with the unique views of Algonquin and Wright.
Near the very top we found a little treadway for the last 50 feet or so and this led us right to the summit. We found the best views by pushing through thick stuff on the Flowed Lands side. In fact, the view into the Trap Dike was totally awesome. We sat in the little summit clearing for close to an hour soaking up the rays and shooting the bull. Time and the real world ceased to exist for one little hour.
Things got interesting on the descent. We had planned on following the ridge to the Avalanche Camp LT but somehow the line of least resistance drew us down off to the east side through an amazing funnel between 2 big cliffs. The only thing I didn’t like was worrying whether lower down we would get hung up on cliffs we couldn’t get around. Frequent (constant) inspection of the map, the land, the gps and the compass did us well. By now I had the map in my head and for the first time ever I navigated by watching the UTM numbers change on the gps. What cliffs we encountered were small and easily travelled through. The going was generally a lot more open on our descent route than our ascent.
We were .45 from the LT when Alan got this brilliant idea to cut directly over to the Avalanche pass trail so we changed direction and headed SE. What was funny was we left behind open downhill woods for a 150 climb through stuff that was a lot thicker in order to save .25. The reward was we came out 50 feet above the trail and had unique views of a magnificent slab on Colden. The only problem was that we were above the trail standing on top of a cliff. Alan was kicking himself for having forgotten that the Avalanche pass trail is lined by these beautiful cliffs. Lucky for us we found a crack and had an easy, if steep, downwalk to the trail. A couple of hikers were coming through at that exact moment and must have wondered what the hell we were doing. Looking back up the way we just came all we saw one long line of vertical cliff broken only by the route we had come through.
And that was our day. Much better than a day at the office.
Here are some pictures.