With the return of cold temperatures since the last trip to Wetterhorn and San Luis , I was looking to ski again. This time it would be a classic closer to home, North Maroon Peak. Neither Matt Ross, Sean or I had skied this before so we figured an ascent of the mazelike, cliff riddled face was mandatory. We preferred not to ski ourselves into a precarious 'cliff out' situation which could arise from climbing an alternate route from the ski. In order to climb the steep north facing snow with so much heat absorbing exposed rock we needed to get conditions that were just right.

North facing snow at 14,000 feet can be tough to predict. On other aspects, direct sun followed by cold nights can start the melt/freeze 'spring' cycle and are easy to call. Without direct sun, north facing snow relies more on air temperature to enter the spring cycle and therefore may not setup into classic melt/freeze until late spring. As Matt will testify sometimes you just have to head up and see firsthand, he had failed on two attempts before today because the snow was unclimable. So that's what we did.

With a 2AM start from Aspen, Matt, Sean and I made our way up the dry trail. Once across Minnehaha Creek we switched to crampons. With the snow good and frozen we made good time, arriving at the bottom of the face, in the neighborhood of the Gunsight Notch just as the sky got light. Sean wasn't feeling good, he'd chill and watch the sunrise from here.

With the snow real firm, Matt and I, cautiously optimistic, headed up as the light of the rising sun turned the snow pink. The route up was straightforward, with some small traverses between uphill stretches through the cliff bands. One section in the middle had thin coverage and the rest was in good. Near the top, we passed through the final cliff band on its east side(same as the grassy gully summer route) and we were there. It was 8:30 AM. It was a perfect morning.

Unfortuantely we couldn't wait for the snow to soften, that could be hours away. Sean was waiting for us below and I had to work later that afternoon. Sharp edges would be more useful than spring wax.

We skied the frozen corn to the top cliff band, which many groups have to downclimb, and made the crux move— a hop onto a ridge of snow and a quick left turn down to the north side and away from certain death(or BASE jump)to the east, a huge pucker factor. The rest was alright, although we were always concious that a fall could easily become a slide to ones' death, we closely followed our ascent route all the way back down to Sean, who was able to watch the whole thing. What a day. Hard snow aside, everything was perfect. Matt was psyched and so was I. This was a big one for me. Tomorrow I would have another smooth day on Evans.

Two days later some friends went to repeat our day and turned back because of bad postholing as they started up the face. It's all in the day sometimes.

Read Matts version here.