So far, the season’s been great, no complaints after a wreck like last year. But a cold snap in early January and heavy precip over mid-month weeks wreaked havoc on snow stability in the cascades. The bottom line… We have so much snow, it insists upon moving en mass. That rules out a lot of peaks, too many.
So, cornered in the lowlands, or tepid lift lines, we did what any good peaker would do, packed up the whole operation for greener pastures with no regard for human cost. The logistics were staggering. I’ll never forget the night David burned his couch to make room for stacked carbon copies. To speak of broken friendship. Regret beyond recompense. And worst of all, we carried a lingering sense of dread that every road led to financial ruin.
The day was unseasonably warm and wet in Seattle. Water rose in my basement as I locked the front door. Walking away, I wasn’t sure anything would be left when we got back…
wrapping up affairs. cred: Brian Behrens
headed for greener pastures. cred: Andrew Powers
through these blades be Pios. cred: Andrew Powers
Our terrible purpose led us to Hailey, Idaho, where the mountains are high and the snow is dry. If you don’t know Hailey, maybe you’ve heard of Sun Valley, a resort town in south central. It’s a pretty upscale spot, but boy oh boy, there are mountains everywhere around there. We booked a yurt through our friends at Sun Valley Trekking for four nights in the Pioneer Mountains, just east of town.
“What do you guys think, should we hit the airport in Hailey first?” Check that one off the list… cred: Brian Behrens
What we knew… The Pio yurt is high. At 8,700 feet, we had a good shot at consistently cold temps and a deep base. Towering peaks abound. Hyndman Peak (12,009′) is within striking distance in addition to a variety of closer, yet no less extreme objectives on adjacent peaks and ridges.
What we didn’t know… The Pios are notorious for high winds that shift dramatically over the course of a single storm. As we walked the streets of Ketchum, and rubbed shoulders with the good folks at Backwoods Mountain Sports and Lefty’s Bar and Grill, we quickly realized that commitment to high and exposed terrain had to be a game time decision. It’d be all-time or wind loading would trap us in the yurt. We had to get out there to find out.
Damn. Okay. Cred: Andrew Powers
Dreams carried us into the mountains… Only dreams could drive us out.
January 22nd, 2016
Our first full day at the Pioneer Yurt was a bit of a leisurely one. A heavy snowstorm outside as well as an elevation adjustment were both contributing factors to this. We had received a tip that the tree skiing off of the south side of Duncan Ridge was good on stormy, low-vis days so we set off to scout out our new environment.
Breaking trail in the two feet new snow that continued to fall made for slow going, but many hands made light work and with nine people in our group everybody got a turn on the snowplow. We topped out at 10,900 ft and rode the ridge back toward the yurt. Good, steep, open tree skiing with enough snow to bury a small SUV on a hard carve. We will revisit this zone again.
After lunch we were ready to do some more exploring. In anticipation of a future Cobb Peak attempt we thought it wise to preempt a skin track for later use.
From Duncan ridge we had eyed a short couloir of the north side of Cobb around 10,000 ft so again we set off, making itonly to about 9,200 ft before an unstable storm slab forced us to change plans and bail up into the valley below Hyndman. The snow continued to show no signs of stopping.
January 23rd, 2016
Cobb Peak, Comma Couloir
After approaching Cobb from the southwest we finally reached the south bowl and got a great vantage point on the ultimate objective – comma couloir.
Since we were short on time and had no previous beta on the winter route, we decided on a route that had us entering the couloir about 1/4 of the way up by traversing through the rocks to the west of the couloir proper. It looked achievable.
The bowl went from flat to steep quickly and soon we were setting a boot pack in waist deep powder on 35 degree powder. It was laboriously slow but fine safety-wise until we got to the traverse. It was a foot of powder over rocks everywhere. This was difficult to navigate as the snowboard boots were unable to track against the Rock and we kept slipping. Not to mention if you got caught in a slough here the snow would take you down 400-500 feet.
So we turned it around 1k shy of the summit and boarded down. If I could do it again under the same conditions, I would probably enter the couloir at its proper base. It’ll take longer but it may be doable. Ideally though you would hit this peak in the early spring once the base is a little more set in place. That would likely allow the traverse.
Big Basin toward Old Hyndman
Sam, Spencer and I left at dawn for a summit attempt on Old Hyndman. We got to within 500 feet of our objective after a long tour up valley. Turned around due to stability concerns on the couloirs below the peak.
Duncan Ridge, Night Ride
I think everybody had got after it super hard at this point and was probably pretty beat given that we were a few days in and feeling well acclimated. However that did not prevent us from taking advantage of the full moon and going for a midnight run.
Any clouds that may have lingered during the day from the storm were completely gone by sunset but even though it was clear the wind was kicking up snow creating a kind of haze around the moon that prevented it from illuminating the surrounding hills as brightly as it might normally. Regardless there was still plenty of light to see by when we stumbled out at 12:00am.
We had stayed up by drinking whiskey which served a double purpose of keeping us warm in the single digit temps. We chose the ridge because by now we were familiar with the zone and it sat sheltered at the end of the valley where the wind was sending most of the snow. So a group of 12 set off into the night to ride waist deep pow.
January 24th, 2016
9920 & The Peanut
Looking for a bit of a cool down from the previous days Cobb Peak, we headed out in front of the hut for some casual turns. We had eyed a southwest facing slope from The Peanut the day before that desperately needed some turns on it. We were happy to oblige. A few teams had been up this direction on other days in various capacities but had always rode back in the direction of the hut.
The weather was sunny, and fairly warm at this point and the skin up was quick despite having to break a new trail. By far the nicest day we had on the trip and the turns down the backside also fell into that category as well. From there we split up the tree line on the back side of The Peanut topping out on it, for a run back to the hut on a face that also insisted on being skied, despite the obvious wind scouring that had occurred the previous day. The fact that we opted for a clearly inferior run due a primal urge to put tracks down this particular aspect, while perfectly deep turns sat only 200 yards away speaks to just how good we got it in Idaho.