I just can't seem to catch Massive right. Apart from deteriorating weather and high winds as the day progressed, an earlier solo attempt just a week prior proved completely demoralizing.

On that day I aimed for the east side of the mountain. After several miles of solo trailbreaking the weather began to deteriorate. Typical for May, the spring storms reduced the visibility to nil at times but always moved on through, so I moved on up. Arriving on top I heard the distinct electric buzz coming from my poles signaling there was electricity in the air and when that happens the summit isn't a recommended place to hang out. After quickly pulling my skins, I took the requisite solo summit shot which was undiscernible in the whiteout and headed down. Several hours later in Leadville, while grabbing a coffee before driving back to Aspen I thought that although the day sucked, at least it was done. That's when the clouds broke and I looked up in disbelief as the recognizable features of the mountain showed without a doubt I had successfully skied from the south(lower, unofficial)summit!

Take 2— solo again on what initially looked to be a perfect morning(see route pic). I would try this time for the shorter and more direct south slopes of the mountain, parking at the Halfmoon Creek snow closure and walking the snow patched road a mile or so to the North Halfmoon Creek Trailhead(10,530 ft). Easy walking on frozen snow became skinning as I got near treeline, which was where the winds arrived. As I neared the summit ridge, it became too steep for skins so I racked the skis on my pack and began booting up, managing only a few steps at a time before getting blown over. The 'sail' effect of the skis on my back was almost more than I could control. With no real storm but a lot of wind I decided to keep going, eventually making it up to the ridge where it calmed down on the leeward(E) side. After traversing several of the lower sub summits to the central high point I could look south to the much lower south summit I mistakenly climbed the week before. Bummer.

A few lame self portraits, some blue gatorade and I was clicked into the skis and connecting the snow down the ridge, first traversing a bit on the east side to reach the saddle where my ascent route was accessible. Before long I was down and out of the weather and trying to connect the longest line of snow to the valley floor. Walking the last bit on the road I was glad(again) to have this one done, although I would still like to get it on a good day. Maybe next year.

That's five solos this spring. Time to recruit some partners and get some more interesting stuff done. I need to get back to my computer so I can check the Longs' Peak webcam.