Jan 2, 2014
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With: | Jim Burd |
Five of us were heading to Donner Pass in the wee hours of a Thursday morning. I had
promised to take my son and two of his friends skiing over the Christmas break, but
unfortunately the weather hadn't cooperated with much snow. So we ended up heading to
Boreal Ridge where they had enough of the manmade variety and the ticket prices
weren't too expensive. My brother Jim and I planned to snowshoe somewhere in the area,
though we really had no idea whether there was sufficient natural stuff to make it work.
When we got to Boreal shortly before 9a, we spent some time getting the boys situated
with tickets and rentals before we left them to their own devices for the rest of the
day. Jim and I then got our gear together and took off from the Boreal parking
lot around 9:40a. While I had the initial intent to snowshoe south of I-80, I figured
Jim would appreciate the more interesting outing to Castle Peak. With the snowshoes
strapped to our packs, we crossed under
the freeway and made our way to the PCT
trail north of the highway. There was some snow on the road leading to
the gate
and a good deal
more coverage on the trail after that point. But it had been
weeks since it last snowed and the trail was well-packed, making our snowshoes just dead
weight on our backs.
We reached Castle Pass by 10:30a, then spent the next hour hiking the
use trail up
the ridgeline to Castle Peak. While the ridgeline was
mostly snow-free, there were a few sections on the
northwest side near the top
that held snow, but again it was well packed
and easy to negotiate in our boots. We met a couple on their way down below the lower
west summit, though it was clear they had not been to the highpoint. The south-facing
traverse, too, was mostly snow-free, with a few
easy patches that had
existing boot prints across them to facilitate the crossing. It was 11:40a before we had
reached
the base of the summit on its east side, where the easier class 3 route
is found. The short
25-foot climb is
near vertical, but the volcanic rock is surprisingly solid and so knobby that holds are
literally everywhere. It took less than three minutes for both of us to make the climb,
Jim to the right and myself abreast and to the left. The wind at
the summit was
modest but cold and it was not comfortable to hang out up there. The
views in
all directions were exceptionally clear and one could even see the snow-free face of
Lassen Peak many miles to the northwest. The ammo box register from 10 years ago was
missing, with a plastic jug now holding a geocache. We signed our names in
the booklet which dated only to February and beat
a retreat to get out
of the cold.
We found shelter at the base of the summit on the sunny south side, in a small alcove
out of the wind where we could enjoy our lunch. After lunch and reversing the traverse
back to the west summit, we followed the ridgeline to Basin Peak about a mile
and a half to the northwest. This ridgeline was also mostly snow-free and for much of it
we followed the good use trail that has developed over the years.
From Basin we
dropped southwest
down the rocky slopes to the forested area below. Here we found a mix of snow and dry
ground and tried to stitch a serpentine route together using the dry ground as much as
possible. We were surprised to spot a lone snowshoer through the trees, thinking we were
the only ones around. He was traveling along the PCT, we came to find, which made it
subsequently less surprising. We talked briefly, but didn't follow the trail as there
were paths we could find with less snow than the trail. Eventually we landed among the
denser trees where the snow coverage was more consistent and we stopped to
put on the
snowshoes. At least we wouldn't be saying we carried them around all day for nothing. We
made our way along the edge of Round Valley through
the trees and portions of
the PCT,
eventually landing ourselves at the
Peter Grubb Hut. All trails and tracks in
the area seem to lead to, or originate from the hut, though we saw no one out and about
for the minute or so we were there.
On the way back up to Castle Pass we got separated. I was taking a roundabout way to the
pass through bouldery slopes just to keep things interesting, arriving at the pass
without knowing if Jim was ahead or behind me. It seems he lost his sunglasses somewhere
near the hut and had to go back a quarter mile to retrieve them. At the pass I sent text
messages to my son (telling him we'd be half an hour later than planned) and to Jim,
telling him what time I'd reached the pass and to meet back at the car. Though he made
good
time, he was still about five minutes behind me in getting back to Boreal around 4p. The
boys met us there as planned and we all headed for home after changing clothes and
stashing gear in the back. Seeing me yawn as we started driving back, Jim commented that
I appeared tired. "I thought you had eight hours of sleep?" he asked. I had. "Gee, I got
by fine on just five and half hours," he added. Smart ass. Guess who was
sleeping only a short while later...
For more information see these SummitPost pages: Castle Peak - Basin Peak
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