Mt. Holy Cross

14,005 ft.

July 3, 2005
Cross Couloir

Solo

 
 
 
The entrance/exit to the couloir- Notch Mountain and the shelter(small box) in background
My stuff up top, around 7am
Looking south towards Massive
Peering down the couloir, climbers can be seen below
Another gear shot
I waited here for the climbers to pass by at horizontal axis of the cross, looking south- high sun for 7:30 am
The 1300 vertical foot line- this is not my picture by rather one found on summitpost.com likely taken later in the summer- photo credit unknown

In 2005 I skied during every month of the year. I had always heard of people in Colorado doing this, travelling to small desperate patches of suncupped summer snow just to be able to say they skied all year. September and August can be the toughest to pull off. July was easy, I went to Holy Cross.

The spring wildlife closure of the Tigiwon road had just ended so I didn't need to bike or walk the eight miles to the Halfmoon trailhead, I drove. As I marched in alone, I have to confess I felt pretty tough. Part of it was the big pack on my back complete with tent, pad, sleeping bag and all of my ski stuff. Skiing the 'classic' cross couloir the next morning on a summer day added some, the hike out, back over halfmoon Pass and drive back to Aspen in time for work at 4pm immediately following completed the self image.

That was when I crested Halfmoon Pass and came across two campers/hikers who completely burst my bubble. They informed me that the couloir was skied earlier that morning by two kids, age eleven & twelve(the Klosers, read here). How deflating. It immediately reminded me of a rule I have- always bear in mind someone has likely done what you have or plan to do, only better- either thirty years earlier, in winter, faster, in shorts etc.— in generally better(or tougher)style. In other words, seldom are you as big a badass as you think you are, I always consider this when I hear people talking about themsleves.

So ended the delusions of grandeur and I quietly marched up to a camp by the Bowl of Tears Lake. Up predawn, I hiked from 12,000 ft. to the couloir entrance ~12,700, put on the crampons and followed previously kicked steps to the top, from the shortstrided youth. It was an awesome day. The couloir softened early, so I was clicked in by 7:30 and skied back down, avoiding the monstorous runnel that ran most of its length. Other climbers were ascending. Once back at the tent I did a quick camp breakdown and began the trek back to Aspen to make it to work that night.

Thirteen 14ers skied this spring(fourteen with South Massive), not bad.

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