The GHT


The GHT is a high alpine trail which crosses the himal east to west. The trail currently starts in Kanchenjunga and begins going across the entire Himalaya. You would think for the beginning of the GHT that it would be more frequented, but it’s one of the more remote areas of Nepal, permits for treks are difficult to get without a guide, and perhaps 10 people walk it a year. We purchased two different maps covering the high GHT route, and discovered inconsistencies between the maps, mostly in the elevation of the trail between Thudam and Chyamtang. This area is a serious adventure, and backcountry navigation is an absolute requirement.

Trail Conditions


The earthquake at Kanchenjunga in September has done an immense amount of damage to this trail. Upon meeting a nepali park officer in Ghunsa he said, “be careful, the way is bad”. Landslides have wiped out lots of the trail and left absolute destruction. Giant boulders, downed trees, destroyed bridges, difficult to locate detours make route finding “difficult” to say the least. Sections of the trail are most frequented by yak herders, and so in areas where the yak can spread out and graze the trail often becomes a dizzying array of livestock paths and scattered yak droppings.

Food & Supplies


Ghunsa and Chyamtang are extremely well stocked. We were able to get yak meat, yak butter, noodles, and potatoes in Ghunsa. Ulong Chong Gola receives a great deal of supplies from China as they’re on a china trade route, but you’re unlikely to find everything you’re looking for. We made do with an array of chicken feet, chinese army rations, spicey achar, and ghee. Our biggest mistake was not taking more food from Ulong Chong Gola as there is almost no food available for purchase in Thudam.

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Our camp below Nango La Pass.

Day 9: The Trail Less Traveled By

Khambachen to Kharka Campsite
Distance: 12.3km Gain: 1006m Loss: 950m


Kharka is a term often seen on Nepali trekking maps. It essentially means “yak parking area”, so an area where you will camp that is a yak poop wonderland. Yum. Today the steepness begins, the trail becomes less clear, and the GHT begins. We made a noontime stop in Ghunsa for a shower, and food for our night between there and Ulong Chong Gola. Had we known we’d spend an extra night out before reaching Ulong we probably would have taken more food.



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Our bridge bivy site

Day 10: Full of surprises

Kharka Campsite to Bivy Spot
Distance: 19.2km Gain: 1440m Loss: 2754m


Our ascent over the pass and subsequent descent was quite pleasant until we got under about 4000m again. We lost and picked up the trail quite a few times, and then hit the “muck”. With many landslide washouts, plenty of yak shit, the trail became a watery, muddy, poop filled nightmare. It snakes far higher up the Yangma Kola than indicated on the map to cross the river to the less steep side. We left our camp at 8am, and hit the bridge at about 2pm. After a brief discussion about the 2 packets of ramen we had to make for a dinner, we thought we could make it to a village called “Ramite” right near the junction of the river for the turnoff to Ulong Chong Gola. Tenting it just didn’t seem great given our pitiful amount of food. Then the trail became the “Jeckyl and hide trail”. About every 200m there is now a large landslide that deposited some boulders the size of houses with their accompanying trees. Once we exited landslide hell, the trail went along a stone & concrete staircase bolted to the cliffside. The most unfortunate thing though, was exiting this wonderful trail the town of Ramite simply did not exist anymore, and at 8pm we pitched the tent on the side of a broken bridge and ate what scant remained of our food.


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Ulong Chong Ghola

Day 11: Funky Chinese Supplies

Bivy Spot to Ulong Chong Ghola
Distance: 1.89km Gain: 393m Loss: 0m


This really ended up being more of a rest day for us. There was but one steep landslide to scramble over to get to the village of Ulong Chong Ghola. After some discussion and having difficulty locating shops or food we decided to spend the rest of the day and enjoy this great village and stock up for our trip across to Thuddam. There was one kid who spoke english, and was our guide through the village, as well as showing us where to get our wide array of chinese goods (chinese biscuits, chicken feet, strange snacks, and noodles). We filled up on some delicious food there, checked out the local temple, and prepped for our 2 day journey to Thuddam.



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Rem walking across the high flat area.

Day 12: Yak herder territory

Ulong Chong Ghola to Pass Camp
Distance: 12.5km Gain: 1341m Loss: 41.3m


There are two great indicators you’re on route when following a yak herder trail. Either a herd of yaks, or their poop. It was more interesting when we ran into a yak herder early in the day who had studied in London and was taking his yaks up to China (seriously… wtf?). He gave us the low down on the trail and how one of the parties in front of us had made a wrong turn on their way over the pass (apparently Susannah and her guides). We had a fun time bushwhacking, our way up to the campsite. We never found the “bridge” on this section of the trail, and eventually found a route over the river down low to get us onto the main trail. My suggestion for this portion of the trail is to stay on the left hand side and follow the river until you come to a bouldery waterfall. Find the crossing (some stacked rocks over a huge boulder) and proceed up yak trails and boulders on the left hand side of the major boulder field until the trail becomes obvious again. The trail then emptied out onto a flat stream valley with some primitive fire sites where I got us a fire going very briefly on a little bit of kindling and some grass (FYI, yak dung is hard to burn).


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Johnson looks south from a perch between the passes.

Day 13: High Pass Challenge

Pass Camp to Thuddam
Distance: 16km Gain: 785m Loss: 1681m


Wow! For once a trail that improves as you go. Despite threatening weather we made it to Thuddam this day with no hangups. From our camp we ascended the right side of the drainage, and then made our ascent up via cairn hopping up and over both passes. You go over the second pass mostly on scree to a clearly flagged pass where we saw a yak herder driving his herd to china. From there the trail was mostly clear with some funky river crossings which eventually lead you to a very nice trail going to Thuddam which starts at the V of the two adjoining river valleys. Arriving in Thuddam things became a bit more challenging, there was a guy who spoke a few words of English, and despite having a note in Nepali from the family we were with in Ulong Chong, most people in this village couldn’t read, so it wasn’t that helpful. We found a strange family who had almost no food to offer us, some yak butter tea, a few boiled potatoes, and steamed dough with nothing in it. We went to bed fed, but still pretty hungry. They asked us to pitch our tent and sleep on their porch.


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Sketchy waterfall behind me.

Day 14: Where’s the trail dude?

Thuddam to Waterfall
Distance: 8.25km Gain: 1031m Loss: 1221m


“What the hell is that guy doing with my trekking pole? Did they just lock us into their house? What is going on?” We got our impression from interacting with the family who invited us in that they were a bit backwards. We gave them 500 rupees for our evening meal, and in the morning they gave us some plain bread and some more yak butter tea. Then they locked the door to the house and requested 3000 rupees (nearly triple what we’d paid anywhere else), meanwhile the cross-eyed father of the family grabbed my trekking pole and started swinging it wildly in the air. Things had gone from nice to nasty in an instant, we handed over an extra 1000 and high tailed it out of there. They stole Johnson’s hat too. Most unfortunate. Then it started raining… cats and dogs … for hours. The trail at this point became in places, almost non-existent. We’d go for 10 minutes on the trail, and then it would suddenly disappear and we would search for it for 2 minutes until we located the continuing trail. Drainages pouring water out of them, we’re getting soaked and hiking straight up and into a slowly lowering snowline, hypothermia central. Just around 1pm we find some yak herders making some soup and gathered around a fire under a tarp. They don’t seem to think we’re on the “main trail” but they don’t know where it is.
The rain eventually lightens, and we do our best not to eat shit too much on the extremely wet, snowy, and virtually nonexistent trail. At 4pm we hit the mother of waterfall crossings, wet slabby rock over a death waterfall. It’s 4pm, we cross the waterfall and set up camp next to a bamboo filled cliff face with only just enough space for the 2 tents. After dinner we observe the remaining food. 3 chinese biscuits, 3 packets of ramen, some tea bags and sugar. Gonna be tight.

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Bushwhacking up high

Day 15: Off Route

Waterfall to Chyamtang
Distance: 7.83km Gain: 692m Loss: 1815m


The trail worsens. We spent nearly an hour refinding the trail at one point. And then we find salvation! Stone huts and crops, or so it seems? The trail we were on ends at a couple of stone huts and then turns into deer trails and nothing, the trail ends. It’s noon, and we’re at 3400m, way too high for the trail, and we’ve got a pretty pitiful amount of food for 3 guys. At least the weather is good, and we can see across valley to Chyamtang. So, we bushwhack it straight down the ridgeline hoping that we run across the other trail. The two maps we have disagree on height of the trail at this point. The left of the ridge drops off into some cliffs and landslides but the right keeps going through steep trees and brush. We hit a notch in the ridge at about 2750, and head right side in valley thinking we see a faint trail. BOOM, we see the highway, a nicely punched in trail dead in front of us. Saved.
A few hours of hiking on the nice trail brings us to Chyamtang. We find a guesthouse and Susannah! We’ve caught up to them despite their over 5 day lead on us. We, as it seems, are not the only people to have gotten a bit off route up there. Just that morning, Liz Hawker had arrived in Chyamtang, battered, bruised, and hungry from having been lost where we were for nearly 3 days, poor girl. Chyamtang is well stocked, we eat like kings, and drink 100 rupee beers. Life is good.

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Sheep and goats!

Day 16: The Steepcut Sheepcut

Chyamtang to Namse
Distance: 11.7km Gain: 1389m Loss: 1870m


It’s here that Johnson and I split ways with Rem. The trail is in great shape, and to save time, Johnson and I are suggested to take a shortcut through a village called “Namse” and save ourselves a day of travel. We save 1.5 hours in the end, hardly worth the effort. The shortcut goes down valley, straight up a staircase to a high point at 2800m, and back down to Namse where we get stuck behind a herd of over 100 sheep and goats for an hour.


Elevation profile for the GHT.




The Google Earth Tour


I’ve spent significant time and taken the GPS coordinates I logged, the maps we used, and what’s visible from the satellite photos to bring you an interactive and extremely accurate representation of our trek in Google Earth. You will need to download Google Earth to watch the tour. Hit Play and watch our path across the GHT. Hit Pause at any time and check out the views.


Written on October 23rd, 2011 , Scrambles, Trip Reports

I’ll be presenting my entire 32 day trek in smaller segments.  This is mostly due to limitations in posting Google Earth tours to WordPress posts, but it will also make tracing these different sections easier.

Prologue: Our Journey to Taplejung

Doug (a.k.a “Johnson”), Doug (a.k.a. “Rem”), and I have never met before.  Johnson posted to the Lonely Planet Forums about a month prior looking for partners to go to Kachenjunga and then over the Great Himalaya Trail through the most remote village in Nepal, over 2 passes greater than 4700m and then back to Kathmandu.  Site unseen, 3 guys will commit to spending a bit less than 3 weeks together, 24 hours a day, in tents, in strange places, with only Dal Bhat to eat for weeks on end.  Most of our personal hygiene will go out the window.  We will get lost.  We will become friends.

Prequel: The Bus Ride

All great adventures in SE Asia must begin with a bus ride.  Flights no longer go to Suketar, so the 3 of us endured the crammed, vomiting, breaking down and more than 24 hours of two bus rides from Kathmandu to Taplejung.  The bus broke down twice, and at the end of the second day of riding we entered the “unfinished” portion of the road, which turns the bus into a 4 hour pogo stick ride.  Johnson was unhappy at this time.

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A local guy shows us how it's done and gets big air on the ping.


Day 1: Learning To Ping

Taplejung to Chirwa
Distance: 18.8km Gain: 1112m Loss: 1685m

One of the more interesting and fun things about trekking in Nepal is the villages, and in particular during Dashain which is one of the biggest festivals in Nepal. It lasts all month and as a theme you are supposed to get your feet off the ground. So they build these giant swings called Pings. Johnson snapped this great pic of a Nepali guy getting the full 90 degrees of swing.

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Rem enjoys some nice biscuits during a break

Day 2: Rem’s Balls

Chirwa to Amgilosa
Distance: 17.2km, Gain: 2069m Loss: 946m

Villages on the Kachenjunga trek aren’t heavily stocked. Many mornings we were given instant noodles with some vegetables. To supplement our starch heavy diet, Rem found these tasty, lightweight, soy balls. You drop them in some hot water with your soup and you have spongy soy protein. Thus, Rem’s balls were born.

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Yaks were our constant companion and annoyance on the trail. Nothing like hiking through fresh steaming yak dung.

Day 3: Yakety Yak

Amgilosa to Ghunsa
Distance: 16.4km, Gain: 1816m, Loss: 732m

The trail to Kachenjunga is ever changing, ever interesting, and never boring. As you ascend the river valley, it remains extremely wet, and the terrain ever steepens, making things more slippery and more prone to things like landslides which you have to constantly clamber over. However, my favorite complication as you approach 3000m is the introduction of the Himalayan poop machine better known as the Yak. I completely banana peel style slipped in a nice steamy fresh pile of yak poop this day.

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The village of Ghunsa.

Day 4: My favorite village in Nepal

Acclimitization day in Ghunsa

After 3 hard days and 2 days of grueling bus rides we reached the far away but quite busy village of Ghunsa. It’s a Tibetan village whichs means, Yak meat, Yak butter tea, and my favorite of all, Thongba. Thongba is the alcoholic drink that never ends. They harvest millet at this elevation, and a big fancy wooden cup plus millet and hot water equals “Thongba”. You keep refilling it with water until it stops being alcoholic. I’ve never finished one.

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The north face of Mt Jannu, "The Wall of Shadows"

Day 5: Jannu, Peak of Terror

Ghunsa to Khambachen
Distance: 9.83km, Gain: 950m, Loss: 227m

The himalaya is best known for it’s gigantic 8000m colossuses, but it holds some incredibly challenging and terrifying gems. Enter Jannu, one of the most technical peaks in the Himalaya, formerly called “Terror Peak”. Today was not a hard day, we only hiked until about 1pm, but it was a very rewarding day as we could finally see clear into the many peaks of the Kachenjunga massive.

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I stare off at Jannu during a 2 hour acclimitization hike.

Day 6: The Appearance of Rocket Woman

Acclimitization day in Khambachen

We took another day to acclimitize at 4000m in Khambachen. There wasn’t much to do in our evenings or mornings, particularly on our acclimitization days. There also were not, to our knowledge, many people doing our intended route which was to continue along a remote and not often traveled section of the Great Himalaya Trail. It was therefore of great interest to us when a fair-haired, small backpack wearing woman rolled through the teahouse at 6:30am, drank a cup of tea, fired a few brief answers to our very curious questions and blazed out the door to complete her one day route from Ghunsa to KBC and back, a distance of about 55km (and 2500m of gain & loss) with little to no acclimization. This is not the last we will hear of “Rocket Woman”, we will eventually come out one day behind our rocket with legs and learn she is pro marathoner Elizabeth Hawker of Switzerland.

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I try to feed peanut butter to a yak near Lhonak.

Day 7: Setting the Stage for Awesomeness

Khambachen to Lhonak
Distance: 9.23km, Gain: 800m, Loss: 178m

Our third and final acclimitization day of this trip brought us to the yak covered flats of Lhonak. Though it’s tantalizingly close you still can’t see Kanchenjunga and have to settle for the aptly named “Wedge Peak” and it’s continuously steep and corniced north face. Our badass plan was to leave extremely early, catch the sunrise on the Kachenjunga range and make it back to Khambachen that evening. We couldn’t sleep because the yaks in the field walk around ALL NIGHT, with BELLS ON THEIR NECKS. In the middle of the night a group of a couple of yaks knocked over the main stay to Rem’s tent, causing Rem to come out in a rage swinging and breaking his trekking pole.

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Feeling good at 5000m

Day 8: Tunnel Vision is Optional

Lhonak to KBC to Khambachen
Distance: 25.3km, Gain: 1148m, Loss: 1715m

We left at 4am for our pre-dawn trip to KBC. The mostly subfreezing temperatures were quite bearable, but the completely frozen stream crossings were treacherous. Most of us ate shit upon completely ice covered rocks while crossing over about 5 different flows on our way to KBC. We made it at about 7am, ate gummy bears, and then decided it would be best to ascend higher for a better look and made a hasty ascent of a steep moraine up above 5300m. Or so I guess was the altitude. I remember around 5200m huffing and puffing up loose rocks until my brain capacity went poof and I became a bit aware of losing some chunks of peripheral vision. Oops, there’s proof to the pudding, you can work hard enough at altitude and start to lose your vision from hypoxia. The views were spectacular. I want to come back and climb some peaks here someday. Then the clouds rolled in, and our return to Khambachen was long, chilly, and viewless. Rem fell and broke his remaining pole :-( .

Elevation Profile for the trek

The Google Earth Tour

I’ve spent significant time and taken the GPS coordinates I logged, the maps we used, and what’s visible from the satellite photos to bring you an interactive and extremely accurate representation of our trek in Google Earth. You will need to download Google Earth to watch the tour. Hit Play and watch our ascent up the Kachenjunga valley. Hit Pause at any time and check out the views.

Written on October 15th, 2011 , Scrambles, Trip Reports

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Joshua and the Land of Blue Sky

I made two new friends on this journey to the frozen north of Mongolia. I’d been a bit lonely my last trip, so I put out feelers into the infinite pool of hardy adventure travelers; I messaged every CouchSurfer who’d logged in in Ulaan Bataar recently. Needless to say I got a bite from one singing traveler from Quebec who was seeking out the musicians and shamans of Mongolia’s remote north. So I loaded about 4 days worth of food & goods into the backpack and road the second most miserable bus ride of my life to just south of Khovsgol lake.

Our group soon grew to three with Julie’s friend — a kiwi with a broken finger with a tendency to wrestle large mongolian men when he gets drunk. We met up and the goal was ambitious, 11 days of horseback riding to see the reindeer of the north and find the shaman over the mountains of west Khovsgol. 11 days straight of riding, I’d done 6 at this point on the trip, so I felt alright with 11 uncomfortable days in the saddle. My companions had one day between the two of them :-) .

Have I ever mentioned that Mongolia is cold? Temperatures began to plummet on our second day of riding. We got snow. LOTS of it. We road 4 days in the snow to get turned around when the amount of fresh snow came waist deep.

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Returning home in the snow

Our guide decided it was time to turn around. Every day we made a giant bonfire though, mongolian wood is great and dry and makes amazing tinder. I learned how to fish and cast properly. I loved snowy places, even when it’s -15C at night, they’re just that beautiful. This awesome adventure was then followed by the most miserable bus ride of my life, the return to Ulaan Bataar was 20 hours crammed into the back of a bus with my head crammed next to a metal railing and a shovel. It’s more than three months later and turning my head to the left isn’t quite the same.

Written on September 16th, 2011 , Trip Reports

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The route: Up in red, down in green

After about 3 weeks of skiing here in Chamonix, I found 2 partners who were willing to rope up with me and enjoy the sufferfest of summitting and skiing Mont Blanc via the Grand Mullets hut approach.  This is well known as the most classic ski route on Mont Blanc, though the most preferred route is via the traverse and to ski all 3 summits of the Mont Blanc massif, this is not in this year.  The “Normal Route” as it’s known won’t be guided by the local french guides due to the extreme risk of both serac fall and crevasse hazard.  My pictures should make it clear that although the route is not extremely technically challenging (some short sections of no fall turns and ice over exposed slopes), the danger of this route is high.  So I do fully understand why both the hostel owner and others I’d met locally had some concerns when I told them my interest in skiing this route.  This route is of course in very bad shape this year due to the unseasonably warm termperatures and low amount of snow in the Alps.  However, what is life without a bit of spice ;-) ?

Day 1: Approach from Plan de l’Aiguille

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The Grand Mullets hut is situated some 30m above the glacier on a prow. You have to scramble up to it (4th class). They've bolted chains and steel bars to the cliff face to make your life easier.

We left pretty early from the Midi station, catching the tram at about 830am.  The way to the bosson glacier from here is reasonably clear, we stayed pretty high and bootpacked and skinned on ice hard spring frozen snow.  Apparently I was the only one who decided to bring ski crampons for this part of the trip.  Kristy described her affinity for these snow conditions as “please shoot me in the face” as we skinned and traversed on super hard sometimes breakable crust to the entrance of the Bosson glacier.

We roped up here and skinned past hole after hole and over snow bridge over snow bridge over to the foot of the corridor beneath the Grand Mullets hut.  It was fairly uneventful save me cussing out a frenchman when he skiied up and nearly crossed ropes with me in the very delicate exit from the icefall and crevasse field (we later cussed at each other some more and then made friends at the Mullets hut later in the day).

There’s a rather fun rock scramble from the glacier to the hut which is about 30 meters off the snow on top of the prow.  We brought our own dinner with stoves and all to the hut and enjoyed the wonderful views and super sunny day from the deck and went to bed at about 7pm for a 1:30am departure for the summit.

Day 2: Summit Sufferfest

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Summit ridge. It's longer than it looks.

We got off to a slightly late start, 1:45am with an intended summit time of 930am.  The ascent from the hut is 1760m (5775 ft) and we needed to do about 220m an hour ( about 720ft/hr).  Looking back now and thinking about that pace and the altitude “sufferfest” was definitely a good description.  The first 500m of the route is a pretty straightforward skin track.  You just have to make sure you cross the rockband low enough so that you don’t end up going up the normal route and instead make your way towards the north shoulder of the gouter ridge.  Ascending this way is the best because you entirely avoid all the seracs and the vast number of crevasses.  The only difficulty is that it’s exposed and rather unrelenting for about 400 meters.

The shoulder itself is about 45 degrees the entire way, with a step or two of 60 degrees.  If you are lucky (as we were) you might hear chunks of the serac falling off to your left.  There were some portions of quite hard ice on this climb as well which made it extra spicey for about 20ft in a couple of spots when you could no longer bury a pick more than a cm.  The steps were all pretty well cut in and it didn’t feel sketchy enough to place a screw, so we pushed on with one break for the entire climb.  In hindsight, I should have taken another break somewhere and pounded some more food as I started to crash pretty hard when we finally topped out the boot pack and started skinning. We stopped, Kristy took the rescue rope to lighten my load for a bit and I pounded some food and was feeling a lot stronger about an hour later.

Somewhere in my haste and altitude haze I used my ice axe instead of my whippet to switch my dynafit speeds into locked in touring mode.  It was now about 6am and balls cold at almost 4000 meters.  You can probably guess what happened when I took my aluminum ice axe to the plastic binding piece.  One of them I pretty much stuck into touring mode and the other plastic bit was totally shattered.  I had to pry the stuck one off my boot and spent about 15 minutes after we were done skinning trying to fix the shattered one so it was skiiable.  Oops.  Fortunately from this point near the Vallot hut, the route is a boot pack anyhow.

We reached the Vallot hut and Kristy unroped, dropped her crampons and decided not to go to the summit.  So Tim and I ditched our skis here and short roped for the 600m ascent to the summit.  It was now 7:20 and we had about 2 hours to ascend the ridgeline to the summit.  The ridgeline is exceedingly aesthetic and drops off either mildly or steeply on either side as you crampon your way up and across to the summit.  About halfway there, we were passed by a soloist.  Kristy had decided to head to the summit and was soloing, but refused our offer to rope up with her at this point, and hauled ass past us to the summit a good 10 minutes before we arrived.  We tagged a lightly windy but brutally cold summit and huddled up.  I fueled up a bit with the last of my brownie, sandwich, and a slice of camembert (would the summit of mont blanc be complete without a piece of tasty brie?).  We hit the summit at pretty much 930am on the dot, right on time!  After a 15 minute break and some summit shots, we cruised our way back to the Vallot hut for the ski down.

Down: Monster Crevasses with a side of Seracs

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Monster crevasse crossings

After we skiied down hard snow & ice over the bergschrund things got nice & spicy as we skiied over small snowbridges spanning crevasses you could fit the space needle into.  One of the few times on this trip I was pretty glad that the route had been skiied quite a lot the past many days because navigating the correct snow bridges to get onto the petit plateau would have been extremely time consuming if not fucking frightening.  Kristy skiied far ahead while I was waiting for Tim to ski across the plateau before we navigated another series of crevasses before the massive serac debris field.  Since the two of us only had the one rope that Tim was carrying (Kristy was carrying my rescue rope) we waited for a british party to follow us with another rope so somebody could pluck Tim out should he take the plunge.

The seracs on the normal route are ENORMOUS and you have to walk/slip/curse your way through debris fields of enormous blocks of ice boulders to make your way past the seracs.  I had imagined you could ski quickly under the seracs to limit your time in the danger zone.  Really though, there is so much debris it’s like somebody smashed an ice rink and lightly covered it in snow; not fast at all.  The ski out from that was fairly straightforward skiing on the side of the ridgeline overlooking the broken up bosson glacier.  There were some rather hairy sections of ice lightly covered in snow though which made for some sketchy slipping and side slipping to gain more skiiable ground.  Yeesh.

Tim and I arrived back to the Mullets hut to grab the rest of our gear to find Kristy had taken the headstart to heat up the leftover food and melt snow for a bunch more water for our ski out.  We did end up leaving rather late (2pm, much later than suggested) for a slushy & scary ski out the lower bosson glacier.  My tip for you on this ski out is to keep up your speed on the flats.  There are holes, but hopefully you remember them from the ski up, or like me, you just have enough speed to clear the smaller ones :-) .

All in all a great, big, grueling adventure in ski mountaineering.

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Summit baby! Fucking cold too.


Written on April 11th, 2011 , Glacier Climbs, Ski Tours, Skiing, Summits, Trip Reports

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