With Meg's newfound penchant for alpine climbing, we decided to attempt another big climb right here in our home state. Mt. Washington has notorious reputation for being loose, crumbly, and downright insecure at times. For some reason though, the Cascades Climber is compelled to climb this peak as a badge of honor and to be able to say "Yes, I have climbed Mt. Chossington".
Our original intent had been to climb up Monday night and sleep on the summit, however, the clear forecast predicted turned out not to be. When we arrived the summit was buried in a deep blanket of clouds along with the rest of the Southern Cascades. The temperature had taken a decided downturn as well and "cold and wet" is never something one aspires to be. We decided we'd hang around Central Oregon for the day and make a summit bid the next day if it was clear.
We took a short hike up Black Butte and soaked up the valley views, a cool perspective above the area. We'd like to go back on a clearer day to see all the peaks that were described on neat placards at the summit. That night we went to Bend and had a few brews at Deschutes Brewery...I highly recommend the Red Chair IPA!
We slept that night in the truck, back on Black Butte, with a clear view of where Mt. Washington should be if the clouds cleared. Sure enough the next morning offered a clear view and our climb was on!
The hiking route provided some interesting twists and turns as we climbed away from Big Lake, even joining the Pacific Crest Trail for about 5 minutes. Then, a steep climb up to the ridge above treeline. From there a loose lava rock traverse led to the base of the summit pinnacle, and the true attraction of the climb. It's always satisfying to finish a climb on rock, don't know why, just is.
The summit pinnacle was the crumbling-detritis-lacking-protection-placements-chosspile that it had been advertised to be. Luckily, the climbing wasn't difficult (though the Mazamas group behind us that took 2 hours on the first pitch might disagree). The views from the top were stellar and the thought of spending a night up there with all the stars and outlines of giant peaks was really appealing. The fact that is was only about 45 degrees in the middle of the afternoon quickly disturbed that poetic notion however.
We rappelled back down to the notch that marks the beginning rock route, and flew down the scree slope to the meadow below and exited via a slightly different route. It was a nice finish through the lush meadow that had only so recently melted out of snow, and so soon would be blanketed again.
A really great adventure, to be sure. Will we climb it again soon? Probably not, maybe not ever. Are we glad we did? A day in the mountains beats a day at work!