Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Trip to Barron Saddle

Skinning up towards the Metelille Glacier, Mt Cook
Week two of the school holidays and it was time for another adventure. We were supposed to be organising the National Ski Orienteering Champs at the Snow Farm in Wanaka – but there had been so little snow we thought perhaps we should call it off.

After a quick phone call to the Snow Farm however, we were assured that there was enough snow to run the ski orienteering. This gave us a timeframe – we would need to be ready with courses planned by Friday morning. It was only Monday, so surely that was plenty of time to squeeze in a trip.

We decided to head down to Mt Cook, and Joe decided to join us too. After a bit of reading and consultation with CMC gurus we decided a ski trip to Barron Saddle sounded like a cool challenge for us.

Leaving Christchurch late on Monday night we drove South laden with gear. We crept into the Wyn Irwin Lodge at 1pm, and marvelled at the fluffy snow lying all around.

In the morning it was very cold and clear and all the peaks of Aoraki stood above, looking blue in the morning light. The hut warden gave us some good tips about the route in and we set off walking through the snow towards the Mueller track. 

Snow on the bushes on the way up to Mueller Hut
We climbed up through snow covered bushes and slowly we warmed up as the sun came out. The views were magic, with fresh snow around the Sealy Tarns and sparkling peaks. It took us a long time to reach Mueller Hut, and we realised we were probably going to be finding Barron Saddle in the dark.

Skins on after Sealy Tarns
The markers to Mueller Hut
From Mueller we had a small descent on some lovely powder and we whooped as we passed a couple of Australians returning to Mueller around the Kitchener Slopes.

We put our skins back on then and climbed up for a long time until we reached the Metelille Glacier. By now the sun was sinking. We put on our skis and with heavy packs turned our way down into the blue freezer of the Mueller Glacier.

Nice lines on the Metelille
After a short scout we found a way down some loose snow covered moraine onto the glacier. We decided to rope up as it was getting dark and we didn’t know what lay ahead – we had been told that the Mueller glacier is pretty straightforward with few crevasses.

We skinned over the lumpy glacier to the true left side and headed up. It was a long skin and became a little eerie when we had to cross huge ice avalanche debris which had plummeted down from Vampire Peak above. The avalanche had managed to climb about 100m uphill onto the glacier.

The sky grew dark and we put on our headlamps. Chris lead on and the glacier became flat and wide. Finally we reached the head of the glacier, removed our skis and boot-packed up onto Barron Saddle. It was a relief to be up at the Saddle, and we grinned at each other. 

Digging the hut door open
However, at that moment mist rolled in and a strong cold breeze started to blow. We put our heads down and ploughed along the ridge towards the hut that we knew was nearby – and suddenly there it was right before us, a very welcome sight.

Later in the night after a yummy feast I went out to the loo and the moon had come out. It lit up all the peaks opposite from Mt Sefton to Scissors, and I could see our route up the glacier as if it was daylight!

The next day was misty with light snow blowing by so we enjoyed digging a toilet path and just being where we were. In the afternoon the mist cleared completely and it was beautifully sunny again, so we decided to investigate our route out for the next day.

A steep climb after leaving Barron Saddle
We wanted to ski out via the “high route” along the range that leads to Mueller hut. There was a short ski down from the hut, then we climbed up a gully and out onto a broad glacial spur. We looked up and could see a clear saddle high on the side of Mt Darby and assumed that must be the saddle which lead into the Sladden Glacier.

Skinning Up

We skinned up the slopes towards the saddle. The last section of the saddle was steep; it was only about 20 metres high with a gentle basin below. We started boot packing up with Chris out in front.

Just then I heard Chris shout and I saw snow moving in front of me. I immediately lost my footing and floated with my skis back down to the bottom of the slope. Chris had released a small slab avalanche. Joe had stuck his strong skis into the snow hard and held onto them as the avalanche went past. It was very small (grade 1) and no harm could have been done, but I still got a fright. It happened so quickly! 
On the saddle below Mt Darby
From the top of the saddle we looked down to the Sladden Glacier. Our hearts sank - the drop was steep! Directly below the saddle were bluffs. Chris and Joe spent about an hour scouting about for a route through. 

After a lot of indecision Joe managed to find an exposed, but good way of traversing directly across to some snow gullies which lead down to the glacier. We were surprised at the exposed nature of the route – I remembered reading something about traversing steeper slopes, but this route was crampons, ice axes, ropes and anchors stuff! 
Sladden Glacier
We enjoyed some lovely but careful turns back down the gentle slopes, then down the steeper gully into the basin before Barron Saddle. The mountains around provide a continual stunning backdrop in this area. I was thinking how lucky I was to be able to go places like this, but how careful you need to be.

Leaving Barron Saddle in the morning light

In the morning the sky was clear blue, with pink over the Scissors. We skied confidently down our tracks from yesterday, our skiing improving over the days. Up the skin tracks we went and reached the Saddle in good time. The sun was just rising on the other side of the saddle.

We put on crampons and stowed away our skis. The snow was not great, with a fairly soft loose layer on top of a very icy hard layer, yucky for a secure ice axe placement. We cautiously made our way along the ridge, until a small step. I decided it was definitely rope time, so we set up an anchor and belayed the step.

The steep climb from the saddle
I was way too focussed here to notice that cool plant growing on the cliff!
We continued along the top of the bluffs and then it was just a small rock/ snow gully scramble which we also roped and into the snow gullies. It felt great to get off the exposed terrain – in particular we had felt our packs! We descended down to a ledge for lunch.
Phew! A nice spot for lunch
That little section had taken us 2 hours to get along! We munched sandwiches and hoped the rest would be more straightforward. From where we sat there was a steep sidle onto the flatter and happier slopes of the glacier. Chris headed across with no issues, and I clipped my skis on feeling sure of my decision.

As I soon as I started traversing I hit a hard patch of wind packed snow and suddenly my ski was off and before I knew it I was tumbling down the steep slope! I kicked my feet in hard and managed to stop, but not before my ski disappeared off down the hill.

I felt such a fool, what a stupid mistake. I think my ski boot had not been properly in my binding! I had to put my crampons on because the snow was icy underneath, and I shakily cramponed my way over the Chris, feeling very upset. He then went over and managed to rescue my ski from further down the hill and brought it over. The front part was completely snapped – my new ski was broken!

Luckily, when I put them on I could still ski, so we made some gentle turns on fresh powder down onto the Sladden Glacier. We skinned up the glacier and then I had to crampon down onto the Metelille – even though my ski worked I didn’t trust it on steeper ground.

Some nice easy sking on the Annette Glacier

The others made light turns down the glacier. It was late afternoon as we crossed the Metelille and the snow was lovely. Fresh powder and amazing views, we enjoyed a few extra runs up and down the hill.

As the sun set we descended off the Annette and back to our skin tracks round the Kitchener. There were many loose snow avalanches that had come down from here, but luckily for us now it was late in the day and things were freezing up again.

It was crampons on again to traverse the steeper slopes and then a short skin back to Mueller Hut just on dark! What a day it had been. The Taiwanese man staying at Mueller was very surprised to see us and made us a delicious cup of tea. He was even more surprised when he found out we were going to head on down to MCV that night – but that was where our dinner was and we wanted dinner.

The first part of the ridge down from Mueller was beautiful skiing and sparkled in our torch lights. I then had to crampon down to the tarns, while the boys whooped their way down through nice powder on skis. There was a lot of loose avalanche debris here too from sun in the day – night-time skiing has its advantages.

The Mueller track was now slippery with a thick ice coat from all the people walking on the snow in the day. Joe thought the steep ice covered stairs were the most treacherous part of our day and took several painful slides!

The lights of the village twinkled below us and we got hot walking down. Finally we reached the bushes and the turn off to Wyn Irwin – where a hot meal and even a hot shower awaited.

The following day was spent madly planning orienteering courses in the lovely setting of the Old Mountaineers Café. The new slip which we learned had taken out Gardiner Hut coming off the side of Aoraki was clearly visible from the big window. We also learned that the friendly tea giving Taiwanese man at Mueller had been helicoptered down because he had been missing for two days!

We left the Village in the afternoon headed for two days of fun Ski Orienteering action at Snow Farm.

I love being in Mt Cook, it is the most amazing place. But on this trip I also learned how easy it is to make a silly mistake - the mountains are risky business! I wonder if I can fix my ski...

There is Mueller Hut!
We found out later that the route we took over Mt Darby was not the route actually described in the NZAC Backcountry Ski guide. That route follows a ledge at the 2000m contour (much lower than we were) around Mt Darby. It sounds like it has some objective danger (rock fall, ice cliffs) but is quite probably not as steep.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

SkiTramping Comes to Life!

SkiTramping down the White Glacier to Barker Hut!
After a long and rather dark term (interspersed with some good wee weekend missions which I have failed miserably to blog about) the school holidays finally arrived! The snow forecast had been dry and hopeless, but my hopes went up on the blustery cold Wednesday Run with a Southery front in full force just a few days before the holidays were about to start...

Which turned into not much. However, on Friday night we witnessed a large high settling itself over New Zealand. This was good. But Chris needed to do a not very overdue tax return, sigh. So Saturday saw Chris taxing and both of us scheming. After several hours of intensive excitment the tax was done, a mammmoth winter mission in Arthurs Pass planned out and a huge amount of gear loaded into the car.

We planned to carry: 5 days food Skis and ski boots Glacier gear - rope and harness + prussicks Avalanche trancievers, shovel and spade each Crampons, ice axes Tramping boots Sleeping bags + mats Tent Cooker Hmmmm...this sounded like a lot! Was it possible? Would our new found sport the "SkiTramp" actually be viable? Well, we were about to find out.
 The yellow is extra part we never quite managed, the red is what we did in the end!
So, we left Christchurch at 6.55pm ready to walk to Carrington Hut up the Waimak. We returned at 7.30pm to our flat armed with Souvlaki, but having forgotten the rope and harnesses. At 9.30pm in the cool mountain air we finally left the car and headed up the moonlit valley to Carrington. The river was cold, but fortunately for me I have a horse that carried me across, so my boots were warm and dry. My alarm bleeped 12.00am, so we walked a further half hour up the valley and then finally pitched our little yellow tent on the final grassy flats before Carrington Hut.

Camp in the Waimak River
A very warm sleep in our amazing Spoon Bill (the double down bag like you have never seen before) we got up on light and headed to Carrington hut for a frosty breakfast. From there we cruised on up towards Harman pass, but the conditions slowed us down. The rocks were coated in slippery frost or invisible sheets of ice. The snow (or what looked like snow) was actually more the consistency of china plates, shattering only when stomped on hard, or sometimes not at all. So it was crampons on up the rocks to the Harman Pass which we reached around midday.

Chris in the icey upper White by the Clough Cableway
Slippery slopes up towards Harman Pass
At this point Chris saw that his plan for our trip was "a little bit ambitious" (his words). So we had the second complete trip replan that we have had on Harman Pass (remember Tim, Hadleigh and Ian?) Luckily at this point I stepped in with a new proposal and Chris liked it!

Setting off from Harman with a new plan in mind...
 The setting afternoon sun saw us skin and walk up the dark and slightly ominous Whitehorn Pass. The slopes loom above and you have to grovel up a very narrow terrain trap gulley - not the place to be after heavy snowfall. Our snow conditions were more dinner plate ice, however, after a short crampon descent we put the skis on and scraped our way down the pass.

Heading up to Whitehorn Pass

The veiws were awesome even if the skiing was not, and the reality that we were sliding down the hill with all our gear on our backs. After a while the skis were replaced by crampons, and as it got dark we changed back into tramping boots. The rocks were icey down lower and you had to be careful of footing in the big bouldery riverbed. We picked up the little Doc marker that leads you out of the bush and down the scrubby ridge towards Park Morpeth.

Arriving at Park Morpeth - I was of course carrying both sets of skis
We were happy to reach the Park Morpeth Hut and cooked up a nice feast in the cold dark. The hut was pretty cosy with warm dry boot liners and a solar light to brighten things up! Numerous hot drinks and we were ready for sleep. The big high weather system was proving true and the next day was brilliantly sunny again.
Nice grassy meadows in the Wilberforce

Our new plan meant we now had a nice day wandering down the Wilberforce River Valley, admiring the ice clad summits from the Valley floor. After a late start we headed away. The Wilberforce is a lovely remote valley with nice meadows to walk on. We passed the Urquharts Hut, then on down we had to ford the Unknown and Griffiths Rivers as they joined the Wilberforce (Brrr!)
Sometimes the valleys aren't so bad...
This peak (Mt Findlay) tickled our fancy too!
Lunch again in the setting sun, then we were rock hopping up the Weka Stream. We spotted three blue duck in the river which was cool. The rocks were big and slippery, so we cautiously headed up river. The crossings in the Weka became more difficult because of the steep and narrow terrain, but it wasn't too long before we headed left out of the river and up some scree to a flat terrace where we planned to camp.

We had been debating all day whether to head up the Burnett Stream and over the easier White Col, or to go up Weka and over the more unknown and challenging route of crossing the Kahutea Glacier and up to Kahutea Col. We had ended up deciding that the Kahutea sounded like a good adventure. Now we looked on the steep route up through Bluffs onto the crevassed Kahutea Glacier and in the fading light it looked a bit daunting!

Camping in Weka Stream
Chris had to venture far to find some molten water while I pitched the tent and warded off frozen feet and hands by jumping around wildly. I think it was about -10 as I climbed into the Spoon Bill, boots and waterbottles stashed cunningly down its bottom end and cooked up some water. Chris was back and we cooked a feast in the dark, with the snowy peaks towering high and mighty in the moon light above - it was a beautiful campsite!

We slept in a bit late - it was hard to get out of the warm tent! But we finally emerged and got going, sidling up through the ice to the base of the bluffs. It looked icey and steep and I was having cold feet (literally!). We decided to leave the packs and scout for a route. Chris climbed an icey gully which I didn't like the look of, so I sidled out to the left to find a very nice snow ramp that led me to the same place as Chris.

Approaching the bluffs (left) to which lead onto the Kahutea Glacier

From there we found a nice route heading to the right, which involved a steep wee descent into the icey gully and then back out into some gentler slopes that led directly to the glacier. Woopee! There is something very satisfying about finding nice ways through tricky terrain. We down climbed, and laden with packs reclimbed the route. How much harder it is with a heavy pack! But we were soon over the rise and into the broad basin which runs all the way up alongside the glacier to Kahutea Col.

Reclimbing the scouted route

On the lower Kahutea Glacier
It was neat to be up there, the route looked good and the blue crevasses of the glacier hung at a safe distance off to our left. Glaciers are always magic and this one felt cool. The sun was out and the snow was quite pristine. We climbed up on the rope, getting very hot in the process. Chris moved up so fast that the rope was taut even though he was kicking steps!

Looking back down the Kahutea Glacier
We reached a steeper section and found ourselves looking into a deep blue crevasse. We headed closer to the ridge to see if we could skirt round next to the rock, but some poking with my axe revealed a certain eerie hollowness that I didn't like one little bit! So we decided to head up a snow steep gully directly onto the ridge, then we could easily drop back onto the glacier above the crevasse. This worked out fine and soon we were heading over the last snow dome to the Col.

Chris on the Kahutea Col
The wind had picked up and was blowing whirling snow willy's around - we felt so much like we were back in Norway. On the Col the view of the White stretched out before us - lovely and crevasse free and very ski able! We decided to see if we could get up Mt Murchison, but some average snow conditions and our single lightweight ice axes turned us around. Nevermind, back to the Col we went and in the very cold wind mounted our skis and hooned down into the sun.

Well earned lines on the White Glacier
The glacier snow was very wind affected, but the gradient was lovely. We cruised down the White carving a few turns on the way. We skied all the way down to Barker Hut bar one little hill at the end! All that ski carrying had been well and truely justified in our minds. There was a nice Czech couple staying at Barker hut whose prints we had seen on the White. They were surprised to see our skis - they said they were ski mountaineers but were still waiting for the snow to come!

Barker Hut in the setting sun
Barker felt luxouriously warm compared to our tent and we had a great night eating, cooking and enjoying the view. It was a cool place to be. We schemed some future SkiTramp missions whilst eating breakfast the following morning, and have decided a long spring day traverse from Mt Ambrose to Browning Pass is definitely a future goal in the sport of the SkiTramp.

Leaving Barker Hut in the morning
Skis stowed, crampons on again..
We walked out from Barker that day, into the cold Waimak Valley. My new ski boots had been great (Dynafit TLT 5 Performance) - super lightweight and comfy. We had seen that we could carry full ski mountaineering gear and our legs didn't crumple. We had had a neat adventure in the NZ mountains and we are now ready for the next SkiTramp (-:

The Kea's farewelled us descending from Barker Hut

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Manakau Mission

Great evening views from high up on Manakau
Four weeks out from Godzone, Chris, Rhys, Matt and I decided a proper mountain adventure was exactly what we needed to make sure we were fully prepared for this year's Godzone. Seeing as Godzone is based in Kaikoura, that seemed like a sensible place to plan a mission.

Unfortunately we were all at work and Chris had a little spare time to sit down and ponder a map - this normally results in bad consequences. Sure enough, he soon had us all convinced to embarking on an ambitious two day trip, which involved an ascent of Manakau (2600m) the highest peak in the Seaward Kaikoura Mountains.

Matt, Chris and I (being Christchurch based) piled three bikes and a whole heap of gear in the car on Friday night and headed up towards Mt Lyford. Lara was busy heading the other way to spend the weekend training down in Geraldine with her team mates from "Chimpanzeebars". Somehow we couldn't find a map, so in the dark made a night time car nav blunder that cost us half an hour! Not a positive start.

Finally we found the intended carpark at Kahutara Stream. At about midnight Rhys pulled up - having missed the turnoff he too had driven about half an hour more than needed, some navigators we all were! After a good sleep the alarms rang out at 7 and we were up and off on our bikes. The road is a good quality 4WD track which winds up over 1000m to Blind Saddle. The clouds cleared and it was a beautiful morning with the bush clad steep sided peaks close around. The hills are covered in scrub including lots of wild spaniard, and travel in many of them looked tricky.

Above the cloud on Blind Saddle

Biking up to Blind Saddle
After a hot and humid climb we descended down the other side of Blind Saddle into the amazing Clarence Valley. I was loving the feeling of being here early morning, sometimes a Friday escape is really worthwhile. We then biked up Valley, following the Clarence River. The water was running low in the river and the temperature soared. After a quick stream soak which Matt strangely declined we headed up the next hill to the top of Limestone Hill, another 1000m climb. This turned into a bike push and we all felt a bit hot and pooped as we neared the summit.

The road winding down into the Clarence River

On top Matt was definitely feeling the effects of the heat. My sandwiches went down well, and so did a yummy boiled egg. I must remember to take boiled eggs on adventures more often - they really are delicious.

I knew to get to the base of Manakau we had to climb over two saddles, then descend to Dubious Bivouac. From there we could access the ridge that Chris thought looked 'fairly climbable'. From our lunch spot we looked across the two saddles and on to the flanks of Manakau itself. We left our bikes in a neat pile on the summit and headed down grassy tussock slopes to crest the saddles one after the other. By this stage we had all run out of water, so the creek at Dubious Biv was to provide the next water stop. We saw several chamoix along the way.

By the time we reached Dubious (a tiny wee 2 man hut) it was 5pm and we all dived in the Dubious stream for a swim. Mat was feeling decidedly bad from heat and dehydration. We now had a 1800m climb directly up the ridge to Manakau. As we climbed the sun set and the hills turned pink. The ridge became more difficult, with some steep scrambling involved. Mat was feeling really bad at that point, so he made the good call to head back to the hut.

Finally on the ridge up Manakau

Chris enjoying the climb
All feeling it was time for a rest!

We climbed on up through a wee bluff section just as the sun went down. Rhys and I were a bit concerned about descending this in the dark, but Chris spotted a better descent route directly down the face with a sidle back on to the ridge. We had a nasty down climb which Chris needed to lend a shoulder to help me reach the ground and then we were on easier ground  again. We climbed up and up and I was feeling pretty knackered after about 4500m climbing all day!
My trusty 'Source Bladder'

Some rock scrambling in the sinking sun

It was quite surreal to reach the top just as it got really dark and look down on the twinkling lights of Kaikoura. My source bladder was great because I was still really thirsty from such a hot day. The wind was blowing, so we didn't muck around. We dropped down some steep scree slopes avoiding some bluffs. After what felt like an age of awkward sidling we found ouselves on a magnificent scree which we could run down. Rhys's goal for the trip was to bomb down some scree in the dark - he certainly managed that!
Black on top - the lights you can see are Kaikoura!

The ridge was quite difficult to get down in the dark, so we spent some time scouting to find our original route. We were all feeling hot and tired after the 3 hour descent, when we finally arrived back at Dubious Biv at about midnight. We had another quick swim to clean off in the river as the night was so mild, then cooked up a wee feast in the hut. Mat was feeling cross when we got back, having been asleep and still not feeling great, so he mooched off for a midnight swim and came back in a better frame of mind.

Morning dawned hot and clear again. We needed to get going reasonably early, as we had about an 8 hour trip out still and we didn't want to get back to Christchurch too late. The day was heating up already as we scrambled through bush directly after leaving the hut, and then climbed the slopes up and down and up again back to Limestone Hill.

Dubious Biv by morning
Walking back out over two saddles
Our bikes greeted us, and a tricky downhill which ripped Mat's tire apart. A quick toilet paper and superglue fix seemed to hold for the day! Back down by the river we basked in the water and Chris built a damn to deepen our bathing pool. Mat was feeling better and diving into the water at every opportunity. We cooked up a two minute noodle feast for lunch, and then rode the 20 km back to the base of Blind Saddle. There are some great Doc huts in the valley which would be cool to stay in, I like the idea of a trip back to this area. But we had to get back to town, so we climbed up the hot road finally making Blind Saddle at about 4pm.

Chris in stream
Heading down into the cloud
As we whizzed down the other side back into the Waiou Valley the easterly mist came rolling in and we had to put jackets on. A quick descent and we were back at the cars. We parted ways with Rhys, and headed back to town. We'd had a very tough weekend, but a great adventure and it was pretty cool thinking this amazing weekend was just a "training" trip for an even greater adventure just around the corner...