I turned 79 today. The plan was for me to lead the Valley Wanderers up Matanuska Peak, the 6103 mountain near my home. Only 1 of the Valley Wanderers responded that they were coming. Nan joined me and my friend Pam. Nan couldn't do the whole hike but was with us to the picnic table. Pam and I and our 2 little dogs hiked the rest of the way. We took the McRoberts Creek Trail because it's a little shorter, although a bit steeper than the Matanuska Peak Trail. The guys who told me on Tuesday that Virginia and Karen were coming, must have misunderstood because they did not come. Although Virginia did leave a birthday card on my car that I found when we got down. It was really tough due to long stretches of steep snow that were too soft for spikes to be of value. Instead, I ended up kicking steps up the snowfield until it got too steep for comfort. Then I made a diagonal route over to the rocky ridge. Snow was obscuring much of the actual trail, so at times it was difficult to figure out the best route. We found that our best route was to follow my dog, Bella, who seemed to always find a good route. Until, of course she decided to take off to parts unknown resulting in long periods of me screaming "Bella" until she would finally come back into view. That was quite infuriating and a little scary. I didn't relish the thought of spending the night up there hoping to find her after she was done chasing a squirrel across the slopes. We were very slow up on the rocky ridge that seems to go on forever. Pam took a couple of falls and was slowing down. I stopped to wait for her at one point, while sitting on a huge rock. That rock decided it wanted to roll down the hill. It knocked me off and I fell onto another huge rock, smacking my right ribcage. After that, Breathing was uncomfortable but I was able to carry on. Then the clouds started rolling in. We could see that it wouldn't be long before the peak would be totally obscured in clouds. The best part of that climb, or any big climb, is the view from the top. So I was getting discouraged and both of us were in some degree of pain. But we knew we were very close to the top. A young couple that had been ahead of us finally descended, and as they passed us, they told us that couldn't make the top because of lots of deep snow and ice, so they turned back. Even though we had less than 1/4 mile left to go, that was very disheartening. We decided it was probably best to leave the summit for another day, and we turned back. It was really tough going down. Pam had hurt her leg on a rock and was having lots of trouble walking. I kept trying to find the best way to avoid the long snow slope we had climbed on the way up. Bella led the way, but there didn't seem to be a method to avoid the snow. Then we saw two teenaged boys stumbling through the snow on their way up. It looked pretty miserable, but when I saw they made it to the rocks, I just said - Forget it! I'm taking that route. The snow was so soft that I often sank into snow well above my knees. Poor Bella kept falling into the foot holes and having to climb out. I put her up on the unbroken snow and for the most part, she was able to stay on top. Once past the snow, I waited for Pam. She was having a terrible time through that mess because her injured leg kept buckling. She fell a couple of times and had blood on her arm and her face. Somehow we happily made it back to the picnic table. We took a much needed break and ate whatever we had left and tanked up on water. Then off to the long trek down the Matanuska Peak Trail. We took that trail over the McRoberts Creek Trail because, although a little longer, it is not as steep. But it was a very long very slow trip down, with poor Pam hurting and the dark clouds and thunder threatening to douse us with rain. Happily, we made it to the car just as the storm finally hit, so we just got a few drops of rain. It was a downpour by the time I drove the 5 miles back to my house. We hiked 9.6 miles round trip on a trail that is 10 miles round trip. So we were certainly very close to the summit. Last time I climbed the peak I took 9 hours. We took 12 hours today! That gives an idea of the degree of difficulty compared to my sunny solo Labor Day climb last September. It was crazy, but it was spectacularly beautiful, and I can't wait to give it another try once the snow is gone. Pam swore to never set foot there again. But I bet she goes with me next time! Well, maybe not, but for sure Bella will. I will need her to do the route finding!! She was amazing for such a tiny thing.
I plan to celebrate my 80th climbing it next May!
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Our Navigator, Bella |
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The rocky ridge |
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clouds gathering |
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Thunderstorm getting ready to drown us! |