Winfield after Sunset
Dominic and I backpacked to Winfield Friday evening, arriving just after sunset. Ken, Kirk, and Teresa, choosing to do the nearly 24 mile round trip in a single day, would meet us there the following morning!
A long, exhausting trek for a new winter 14er
Dominic and I backpacked to Winfield Friday evening, arriving just after sunset. Ken, Kirk, and Teresa, choosing to do the nearly 24 mile round trip in a single day, would meet us there the following morning!
Ken leads the crew during the initial round of trench construction. Its hard work.
Looking back down into the Clear Creek drainage from Huron Peak's western slopes. Mount Blaurock (left) and Ervin Peak (right) can be seen in the background.
After much labor the summit of Huron Peak finally revealed itself. Despite the unfavorable weather forecast conditions were actually quite pleasant for a February morning.
Ken in the familiar basin northwest of Huron Peak.
We kept left here and aimed more or less for the low point of Huron's
northeast
ridge. Snowshoes were needed all the way.
Kirk takes a turn breaking trail in the high basin northwest of Huron Peak.
Dominic nearing Huron's northeast ridge.
Looking down at Ken and Kirk in the high basin northwest of Huron Peak. "Sheep Rock Mountain", "West Virginia", Virgina Peak and Winfield Peak (left to right) can be seen in the background.
Huron Peak as seen from just below its northeast ridge.
Ken and Kirk ascend snowy talus as Browns Peak looms overhead.
Glimpse of Huron Peak's interesting east face from the northeast ridge.
Kirk leads the way for the final 500 foot push up the northeast ridge to the summit.
Dominic starts up the northeast ridge from the saddle with Point 13,518.
The wind picked up as we neared the summit; it had a bit of a bite but was less than ferocious by February standards.
Ken picking his way up the lovely snowed up talus slope on Huron's north side.
Ken topping out on the summit. Its been a long haul!
Teresa and Kirk make quick work down powdery snow below Huron Peak's northeast ridge.
Browns Peak as seen during the descent. Dominic and I sped back to camp, packed up, and joined the rest for the long march out from Winfield.