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On Wednesday I met up w/Larry and Bill at Mansfield Station to attempt Washington & Monroe via the Ammo. Having done these peaks this way three times before (once in winter), I was expecting things to be pretty straight-forward and for the only that we'd have to worry about would be the wind strength up high. The forecast looked good and we were all in good spirits so it seemed as though we were well positioned for a good day up there.
Though the clip on my crampons (BD Contact Straps) had broken for the second time coming off of Cannon last week, I "fixed" them using the piece of hanger wire Rols had given me when the clip broke the first time (3/06). I put them on my pack, donned my snowshoes and we were off. We made it to Gem Pool in pretty good time. Higher up, once everything turned to boiler plate ice, we switched to crampons. Everything went smoothly up to the hut. The first bit of foreboding came when they told me they thought we should hit Washington first "just in case". I had no problem with this as I was sure we'd be able to do both peaks and that I would even if one of them had a change of heart post-Washington.
We took a short break at the hut to adjust layers and have some water. We started out again but shortly after passing the Camel Trail, the wire repair on my crampons broke. I continued along a little more slowly trying to walk on that heel as the toe portion flopped around. Larry was going slower as his heart was racing and his stomach was churning.
We made it up to the summit and were very happy. We took summit pics and then ducked inside the sheltered entranceway. I took of my crampons and repaired them again with a cable tie. We had lunch and chatted w/an EMS group that had come up Lion Head and reported that the ravines are still "in".
After lunch, we started off again and about halfway back to the hut, the cabl tie broke. Pissed off, I switched to STABILicers. They proved to be of little use on the hard ice coated with a dusting of snow. The rest of the way back to the hut was slow and trecherous. At the hut, we made the decision to call it a day and not hit Monroe. I was disappointed, but with LArry not feeling his finest and my equipment issues, I was content to be happy with having gotten Washington. I switched back to my crampons and tried to tie the broken one tight enough that the heel part would stay under my heel. That lasted all of about 100'. The damn thing kept coming up and just being wrapped around my ankle. I took it off and put on a snowshoe. Now I looked like the biggest idiot in the world with one snowshoe and one crampon on.
I tried to avoid the ice as much as I could staying close to the trees and at times in the brush. This worked fairly well until we got to a large ice flow that we had to cross. Bill was leading the way and dispite having crapons on, he took a bad spill, slid, and rolled for a ways before finally coming to a stop. When Larry asked is he was OK, Bill responded "No." Larry carefully made his way down toward Bill as I attemped to cross this thing, pounding my snowshoes (which have rounded crampons) and my one good crampon as I went. Halfway across, I took a spill and slid until I had a patch of brush in the middle. Uninjured, I got back up and contined until I got to a point when I was almost across wher I couldn't get me snowshoed foot to grip. Larry came back up and helped me out and then lent me his snowshoes which had better crampons.
From that point on, we made our way carefully over the rest of the ice and then out. We were fairly sure that Bill dislocated his shoulder and once back at the cars he drove to Littleton Hospital. It was a rough and exciting day but it was far more adventure than we had wanted!
Here are pics!
Though the clip on my crampons (BD Contact Straps) had broken for the second time coming off of Cannon last week, I "fixed" them using the piece of hanger wire Rols had given me when the clip broke the first time (3/06). I put them on my pack, donned my snowshoes and we were off. We made it to Gem Pool in pretty good time. Higher up, once everything turned to boiler plate ice, we switched to crampons. Everything went smoothly up to the hut. The first bit of foreboding came when they told me they thought we should hit Washington first "just in case". I had no problem with this as I was sure we'd be able to do both peaks and that I would even if one of them had a change of heart post-Washington.
We took a short break at the hut to adjust layers and have some water. We started out again but shortly after passing the Camel Trail, the wire repair on my crampons broke. I continued along a little more slowly trying to walk on that heel as the toe portion flopped around. Larry was going slower as his heart was racing and his stomach was churning.
We made it up to the summit and were very happy. We took summit pics and then ducked inside the sheltered entranceway. I took of my crampons and repaired them again with a cable tie. We had lunch and chatted w/an EMS group that had come up Lion Head and reported that the ravines are still "in".
After lunch, we started off again and about halfway back to the hut, the cabl tie broke. Pissed off, I switched to STABILicers. They proved to be of little use on the hard ice coated with a dusting of snow. The rest of the way back to the hut was slow and trecherous. At the hut, we made the decision to call it a day and not hit Monroe. I was disappointed, but with LArry not feeling his finest and my equipment issues, I was content to be happy with having gotten Washington. I switched back to my crampons and tried to tie the broken one tight enough that the heel part would stay under my heel. That lasted all of about 100'. The damn thing kept coming up and just being wrapped around my ankle. I took it off and put on a snowshoe. Now I looked like the biggest idiot in the world with one snowshoe and one crampon on.
I tried to avoid the ice as much as I could staying close to the trees and at times in the brush. This worked fairly well until we got to a large ice flow that we had to cross. Bill was leading the way and dispite having crapons on, he took a bad spill, slid, and rolled for a ways before finally coming to a stop. When Larry asked is he was OK, Bill responded "No." Larry carefully made his way down toward Bill as I attemped to cross this thing, pounding my snowshoes (which have rounded crampons) and my one good crampon as I went. Halfway across, I took a spill and slid until I had a patch of brush in the middle. Uninjured, I got back up and contined until I got to a point when I was almost across wher I couldn't get me snowshoed foot to grip. Larry came back up and helped me out and then lent me his snowshoes which had better crampons.
From that point on, we made our way carefully over the rest of the ice and then out. We were fairly sure that Bill dislocated his shoulder and once back at the cars he drove to Littleton Hospital. It was a rough and exciting day but it was far more adventure than we had wanted!
Here are pics!
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