| Snow being blown over Lone Peak. |
by Sam
Last year was my first winter ascent of Lone Peak. The views of this area are unmatched. I'd take any opportunity to get up there. The climb is brutal and exhausting but the reward is well worth it. This year we had about 20 people in the conga line. Amazingly, we stayed together practically the entire way up. It was a hardcore group of runners.
The weather was pretty good on the way up. We started at 6:00 a.m. and had a beautiful sunrise as we arrived at the tunnel, a part with a canopy of trees covering the trail about 3.5 miles up. We were also rewarded with a view of a herd of elk climbing the next ridge over.
After 4.5 miles and a little more than two hours we summitted Enniss peak. The climb was steep and we'd had snowshoes on for about the last mile. Craig, Jennilyn and Scott met us at Enniss. Craig said something about his snowshoes being broken. I told him he had them on backwards. Jennilyn said she hadn't seen her kids for a week or something, so they turned around. Scott was about to go back with them but then I stole his ice axe so he had to chase me the rest of the way up to get it back. He snowshoes like a little factory worker!
| Dewin' the Dew on Enniss. |
| Last push to the saddle. |
The wind started to blow and it got cold so we rushed off Enniss. At this point Steve broke off from the main group. His goal was to scope out the route to the Outlaw cabin, where we plan to have our annual beard campout next month. The climb through the cirque was absolutely stunning. As we neared the ridge we could see snow being blown over the peak. It was beautiful and created some rainbows the likes I've never seen before.
I enjoyed conversing with many of the friends I've made through the Wasatch Mountain Wrangler group. Over the past few years as I have shared trails with people, bonds have been created. Bonds with the mountain, bonds with people and bonds with God. For me, trail running is in large part a spiritual experience, despite my often rough personality.
We got a quick sweeping view of the valley and the Wasatch mountains before the wind picked up and blew in some clouds and snow. As I crested the ridge the air was alive. It was extremely difficult to see and even move. I went as far as I dared without the necessary equipment to keep me from falling to my doom. I really need to purchase an ice axe.
| Scott, after crossing the first knife edge. |
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| Melanie, pushing us around. Be careful, she's got balls. |
After getting my snowshoes back on I quickly started down the mountain in order to catch Ben, Melanie and Greg. Stephen Lindsay and I ran/skied/slipped down the slopes. I had a few close calls but didn't do any krashs worthy of Chris Krash. If he were there it might be a different story. He seems to rub off on me when I'm with him.
I finally caught up with them about a mile down the trail. We had a fun time goofing off and seeing the incredible view of Utah Valley. We had to stop every ten steps to admire the view again and again. It was mesmerizing.
| Timpanogos sandwiched between cloud cover and inversion. Made for an amazing shot. |
By the time we took our snowshoes off I shared my kickstarter with everyone, we ate Melanie's balls and headed down the last three miles. I can only go so slow downhill, I mean so fast. Ben says he only has one speed, well so do I. Going downhill slowly is painful for me, so after about a mile I left the group and finished in just under nine hours. What an amazing day!
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| Map and Stats of Lone Peak. |













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