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discovered the joy of ridge enchainments in the summer of 2003 with the Southern Pickets. After a few conversations with Don Serl that fall on Waddington, I was fixated on trying its Traverse. Mark Bunker, my only climbing partner as weird and eccentric as I am (With whom else can I discuss the ideal shape of the small plastic knob on the pot lid?), was psyched as well. After some great advice from Don and some persuading of Mark’s boss, we hit the road from Seattle and found ourselves at the hamlet of Bluff Lake, which was rapidly turning into a fire camp.
We spent the 27th lounging in camp to acclimatize, and then headed up the Angel Glacier with daypacks early on the 28th. From the upper Angel Glacier, we dropped toward the base of the summit tower and here we encountered our first evidence of dry conditions – the snow gully we expected was instead hard ice and required time-consuming tool-swinging all the way down. We climbed the lower portion of the summit tower via the Wadd-hose, and the upper portion via the rock to the right of the chimney, with a few tense moments as ice mushrooms fell and crashed in the sun. It felt great to to be on top of a mountain I’d read about for so long, and the dry conditions had exposed a really old summit register through which we briefly leafed. Right before leaving the summit, I saw Jeff and Brent (from CA and CO) nearing the top by the NW Ridge of the summit tower. Before descending the Angel Glacier back to camp, we couldn’t resist quickly romping up the NW summit for the unforgettable view of the main summit. On the morning of the 29th we headed down towards Combatant Col. Instead of the easy glacial stroll I’ve seen in old photos, we found a jumbled mess and even made one rappel from an ice horn. The NW slope of Combatant was much icier than we expected but moderate and enjoyable ridge-climbing led to Combatant’s summit. The descent from the Great Couloir Notch to Chaos Col was slow and tiring; once again the “snow slope” turned out to be an ice slope. On Tiedemann’s west face, we mostly stayed on the excellent-quality rock because all the front pointing had rendered the balls of our feet quite sore. When we arrived at the summit, exhaustion persuaded us to camp right there even though daylight remained. Perched 1600 meters above the Tiedemann Glacier, we felt vulnerable when the wind picked up and shook our tent that night but we woke to find it calm and clear once again.
On the chilly morning of the 31st we climbed the NW corner of Serra 5, which was composed of excellent rock mixed with ice patches. Lacking a pencil, Mark signed our initials in the summit register using his blood, as Guy Davis and Carl Diedrich had in 1989 after the first ascent of Thunderbird. We took our time lounging on the summit, not particularly eager to start the descent down the east face, which Don had warned was the crux of the traverse. While setting up the first rappel and with just a nudge, I launched a refrigerator-sized block off the mountain, not helping our nerves. We made a total of 3 and a half 50 meter rappels, always struggling to untangle the 6mm rap line, and arrived at the 4-5 col very late in the day. We immediately started up Serra 4, which went quickly and easily, and arrived just after dark at a bivy ledge between Serras 3 and 4 - the only camp during the traverse where we couldn’t pitch a tent. We still had plenty of fuel, but my dinner that night consisted of rice flavored with Cytomax. On the fifth and last day of our traverse, Mark crested over a false summit of Serra 3 and yelled down with a deranged and excited look on his face, “Humans!” We quickly tagged Serra 3, and caught up with the super-nice Peter and Katy part way up Serra 2 as they were descending (Katy Holm’s article about Waddington appears in last year’s Canadian Alpine Journal). We rappelled down to the Tellot Glacier late in the evening and started up The Ladies Route on Serra 1 at 9pm. After so much frontpointing along the traverse, two pitches of alpine ice was the last thing we were hoping for. We tied our two ropes together and I led up a 100 meter pitch with the best of our four “ice tools.” Mark followed quickly with the even less-adequate tools and crampons that were, at this point, held on by string. It was around midnight, seven days after starting, that we summitted Serra 1, completing what we believe to be the second traverse of the Waddington Group. We stumbled down the Tellot Glacier by moonlight and dove into our cache below the Plummer hut. The next morning, we set to the demanding tasks of eating huge quantities of food and drinking Kokanee; we marveled at our extreme luck with the weather when sleet and snow began falling that night. We spent another week hanging out around the Plummer Hut, eating tons of food, raiding the first aid kit for recreational painkillers, generally acting insane, and wandering around the Tellot Glacier in storms to bag some smaller summits (Claws 1-4, Shand, McCormick, Termination, Eaglehead, and Dragonback). I was very impressed with the Waddington Range throughout the trip; I think it is remarkably similar to the Mont Blanc massif without the trams, towns, and crowds. I highly recommend The Traverse to those traveling to Waddington. Never extreme, it is consistently technical and always spectacular. |
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