Hike - Tinker Knob

After walking two miles up a dirt road, we reached the trailhead.

7/25/06 Tuesday

Having nothing better to do, Nancy and I decided to hike up to Tinker Knob via the Coldstream Valley trail. You used to be able to drive up to the trailhead, but the wet winter caused so much erosion that it’s now too burly to drive.

The trail is an old mining road that is so overgrown that you can barely tell that it was once a road. Surprisingly, the trail is open to motorcycles.

Crossing a small stream.

This route to Tinker Knob is steeper, but shorter than hiking the PCT from Highway 40. Since you start lower, you gain about 3000’.

After a mile in the woods, the trail opens up with views of Anderson Peak.

We had almost made it above timberline when we ran into a big mother bear with her cubs. We backed off and waited for her to clear out, but her cubs had climbed a tree and she wasn’t budging, so we had to bushwhack around her.

A view of Deep Creek valley.

The Coldstream trail intersects Road 01, which runs north-south and connects the various drainages that drop down to Highway 89 along the Truckee River.

Once you make the ridge, you join the Pacific Crest Trail. Granite Chief and Squaw Valley are in the background.

After walking along Road 01 for a couple hundred yards, you head up a single-track and join the Pacific Crest Trail.

Nancy scrambling up the rocks to Tinker Knob.

From there it’s about ten minutes to the top of Tinker Knob.

Nancy checking her summit log entry from a year ago.

It was a nice, sunny day and we didn’t see another soul out—unless bears have souls.

Bret wondering which way is north.

Backcountry - Mt. Shasta

The Wintun-Hotlum route on Mt. Shasta. Click HERE to see our route.

We stopped at a vista near McCloud to check out our route, which follows the right skyline.

7/15/06 Saturday

Rich had such a good time during our last outing on Mt. Shasta, he decided he had to do it again and try to summit. Rob had some long-standing issues with the mountain, so he decided to come too.

Setting off at 6:45 in the evening from the Brewer Creek trailhead.

Rob drove us up to the Brewer Creek trailhead, which provides the most direct access and a terrific ski run down the Wintun Glacier.

We decided to hike up to 10,000' in the evening, sleep somewhere in the moraines, and summit the next day.

The lower snowfields had more red algae than any of us had ever seen.

There was no snow at the trailhead at 7200', but by 8000'—right around the treeline—we were able to start skinning.

The snow was blooming with red algae, also known as "watermelon snow." We were stunned at the amount of algae—the snow was solid red in places. It stained our skins, our skis and our shirts, and left solid red trails wherever we skied.

We found a cool little campsite in the rocks.

As we were skinning up in the dark, Rich fell over, popping his sleeping bag out of its loops. It was too dark to see, but he could hear it zipping down the snowfield.

It was too late, too dark and the bag fell too far to go looking for it. Fortunately, I had some extra clothes and Rob had a bivy sack, so Rich decided to wear everything he could grab and suffer through the night without his bag.

We made it up to about 10,200' and found a nice little spot in the rocks to spend the night.

 

Sunrise on the east side of Mt. Shasta.

7/16/06 Sunday

We woke to the sound of climbers clinking by in their crampons at 5:00. We decided to leave later, hoping the sun would soften the snow enough for us to skin.

Breakfast—half of a Subway sandwich. Funny, the summit doesn't look that far from here.

Normally, you see very few people on the east side of Shasta, especially during mid-week. However, it was a hot, sunny weekend, and we saw about 15-20 skiers and climbers on the snowfield. Less than half made the summit.

Rob taping his feet to prevent blisters.

The night was unusually warm with little wind, but it still got below freezing and Rich didn't get much sleep.

Taking off the skins.

We took off at 7:00, hoping to skin up to 12,000', but we quickly had to switch to crampons because the snowfield was too firm and sun-cupped to skin.

Rob at 11,000' on the Wintun-Hotlum snowfield.

Despite the firm snow, the day was extremely warm, especially on the lower slopes. You could have started climbing at 7:00, climbed to the summit, spent an hour on the summit and skied down—all in a T-shirt.

Rich at 11,000' with Lassen Peak in the background.

The climbing is low-angle up to 12,500'. A boot trail left by previous climbers makes it easy—just put your head down and go.

Taking a break at about 11,800'.

You see a lot of people wear themselves out by hiking a little bit and then stopping, hiking and stopping. The key is to get into a comfortable breathing pattern and keep going.

Crossing over from the Wintun-Hotlum snowfield to the Wintun Glacier at 12,500'.

It also helps to not be susceptible to altitude sickness. I have more trouble with my stomach than anything else. It's usually not my heart or lungs that force me to slow down, but the prescence of "yack bubbles." I often have a hard time eating above 10,000'.

One last break at 12,600' before getting on the Wintun Glacier.

A woman was descending at the crossover at 12,500' when she broke through the snow up to her knee and got hung up in an awkward position. Rich ran up twenty feet to help her, and just that extra effort pushed his stomach over the edge. He spent every step the rest of the way to the summit trying not to barf.

Climbing the summit pitch. The last 1500' to the summit involved a lot of postholing.

Since we started late and it was a hot day, the snow had softened considerably by the time we got to the summit pitch. We began sinking in more and more, and the closer we got to the top the more we postholed.

It was the most effort I'd expended to get up Shasta. At times we were crawling on the snow because it was too soft to get a footing.

On the summit of Mt. Shasta at last.

After way too much crawling and clambering, we finally made the summit. I quickly put my shell and a fleece on, only to find that there was absolutely no wind. It was stunning how warm it was.

Some climbers from the south side said that the day before a guy had been evacuated by helicopter from Helen Lake due to altitude sickness. Cost: $12,000.

Rich on the summit, thinking about the run down, or maybe just trying to keep his food down.

I left some old Squaw Bucks in the register for my buddy Andy who died three years ago when he fell off a cliff at Mammoth. The last time I climbed Shasta was with him.

I wrote on the Squaw Bucks, "Redeem in Heaven."

Rob skiing the first pitch off the summit.

Since the snow was so soft while we were climbing, we were expecting it to be super-punchy on the way down. However, we were suprised to find that we stayed on top all the way down—I didn't punch through once.

Rich skiing at 13,000' on the Wintun Glacier.

However, there were a lot of suncups and runnels, especially below 11,000'. The best time to ski Shasta is the middle of June, but due to the large snowpack the trailheads were snowed in back then.

The Wintun Glacier is a long, long run, partly because you have to stop often to catch your breath in the high altitude. Despite the suncups and runnels, it was still good skiing.

Rob getting some turns in.

My camera took a crap at this point, so no more pictures. We skied back to our campsite to pick up our bags and extra clothes, and then skied a thousand feet of huge suncups, finding Rich's sleeping bag in the rocks about 800' down the fall line from where he dropped it the night before.

We got in another thousand feet of skiing on watermelon snow, finding a gully that dropped us down to about 7,700'.

It was a good trip, but it was also a good example of how timing is everything. If you can hit Shasta at just the right time you can get fantastic skiing with a lot less effort.