As Dara and the kids were in Texas, my sister Jenni and I took a couple of days to go hiking and camping in the wilds of Colorado. We were going into a region that had three different mountains that were all over 14,000 feet high, with the hopes of climbing them during the trip. At least I was hoping to climb them all; Jenni was hoping to get Blanca, the highest one.
There actually is a road all the way to the lake (Lake Como) where we camped, but it is labeled as “The hardest 4WD road in Colorado,” so we only bounced over the first mile of it in my 4WD Jeep Cherokee, then hiked the next 4 miles in. It was a beautiful camping site by the lake, and made for a great approach to the peaks the next morning.
I was up at 3:30am, and climbing Little Bear (the hardest of the three) by headlamp. I climbed the Northwest Face, which is not a standard route and therefore has much less chance of anyone being on it and knocking rocks down. It was slow, cautious going through some class 4 climbing – the ½ mile distance took me 2 hours! But I was on the ridge below the summit for sunrise, as brief as it was with the cloud cover overhead.
As I summitted this first peak, that it when Jenni was up and headed up the valley below to Blanca, a mostly class 1 hike with some class 2 for the last mile or so. My plan was to traverse the ridge from Little Bear to Blanca, and meet her at the top. We communicated via 2-way radio, and everything was good for us to continue our separate ways and meet on Blanca.
I was ecstatic about the opportunity in front of me! For the past two years I had been dreaming about this hike. The ridge has been labeled “the toughest traverse in Colorado,” and of course that had me ready to give it a go! Through reading many accounts, and viewing many pictures, I felt adequately prepared for it. The guide book says it is a lot of class 3, some class 4, and a few class 5.0-5.2 moves. Using a rope on the ridge is in fact not recommended, as it hampers movement too much.
From the beginning it seemed likely that I was going to get to Blanca before Jenni, so there was no pressure to rush things. So, I enjoyed a leisurely stroll along the ridge, pausing for pictures and just to “drink in” the wonders of God all around me. I could see Jenni for most of the time, and she also could see me on top of the ridge. The entire trip across had me thinking, “Wow – I’m living out my dream!”
All good things do seem to come to an end, and after 2 hours and 10 minutes I was on top of Blanca. Then I was able to take pictures of Jenni coming up the other route, and call some friends from the summit. (Yes – I even had a cell phone signal!)
Jenni made it to the top, and we took the usual pictures and enjoyed some time resting. As I wanted to pick up a third peak (Ellingwood), I headed out before Jenni, so I could get the extra peak and then meet her back in the valley for the hike to camp. Ten minutes below the summit I met a guy named Dan, who was on his way up Blanca. His plan was also to do all three peaks that day, but to save Little Bear for last. We parted ways and I took the ridge across to Ellingwood, moving at a good rate. I made the ½ mile over in 50 minutes, and enjoyed a little bit of time on top taking video of Jenni glissading down from Blanca. As I was packing up to descend the standard route, Dan showed up again. He had also pushed over hard from Blanca, and had now finished his second 14er of the day. We said hello again and I headed down.
Jenni and I met in the valley floor, and enjoyed the beautiful hike back to camp. After an hour of cooling our feet off in the stream, eating and packing, we set off down the trail to our vehicle. After a short 20 minutes or so into the hike – we were in for a surprise as Dan showed up, this time limping badly and with a hand covered with duct tape and blood!
Right after we had parted ways on Ellingwood, he had set off down the West Ridge (class 3). Ten feet off the summit he had stepped on a rock that rolled out from under him, pitching him off of a 7 foot ledge, rolling him forward off another 7 foot ledge, where he finally stopped short of going off of a 30 foot ledge. His hand looked broken, his pinkie finger was hanging on by ribbons, and his foot seemed to be broken. Plus having bruises all over. Fortunately, there was no damage to his head at all. (No helmet.) It had been apparent to me on the mountains that Dan was strong and in good shape, and this was proved correct as he had descended the entire mountain in bad shape, and had caught up to us just as we were leaving the lake camping area.
At first Dan was a little reluctant to take help from us, but we insisted and soon had him using one of our trekking poles in his good hand. There was a stream crossing ahead that we were concerned about, but when we got there Dan was able to navigate it quite well, considering.
As we talked, Dan made the comment that he had prayed for safety that morning, and had a dark moment after the fall when his prayer wasn’t answered. It led into some great discussions about how God answers prayer (Jenni and I had also prayed for safety – and that prayer had been answered). One thing we realized was that even though Dan had gotten hurt, there were people (Jenni and I) readily available to help out! Throughout our discussions we realized that even though Dan has climbed most of the 14ers in Colorado – his gear and preparation level was probably not all that it should be, especially for solo climbs. He had actually forgotten his helmet that trip, and was still planning to ascent the West Ridge on Little Bear without it. Doing that climb in the afternoon you are guaranteed that climbers will be coming down above you, knocking down loose rocks on your head as you go through the “hourglass,” a narrow stretch that all the loose rock funnels into as it rolls down the mountain. This stretch is also known as a “bowling alley.” It is not a very safe place to be even with a helmet, let alone without one. I concluded that possibly God was answering Dan’s prayers by letting him get some minor injuries that would keep him from a major injury!
As we debated and discussed life, God and prayer, I realized the conclusion that I needed to learn through it all was that I just have to trust that God is in control, regardless of circumstances. Little did I know how that lesson was going to apply to me in just 2 short days.
I ended up jogging down the road and was able to 4WD up another mile and a half, saving Dan a good 2 ½ miles that he didn’t have to hike on that bad foot.
He was so appreciative of the help, and seemed totally strong and focused enough to make the drive into Alamosa for help, so we gave him our info and let him go on his way.
Dan emailed me yesterday to say as amazing as it seems that there were no breaks! But it was the worst foot/knee sprain that they had ever seen! Dan is now thankful to be home recovering with his family. Anxiously waiting the opportunity to apply some of the new lessons in being prepared in the wilds of Colorado as he attempts more 14ers. I look forward to climbing with him next year when we are both recovered.
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