When: 2016-09-16 to 2016-09-18
Staying off-trail, we eventually find ourselves at a single, ominous warning sign... or a welcoming invitation, depending on who you ask. The first, of many, key landmarks which will guide us.
Shortly after passing the warning sign, we end up at the top of Glacial Valley. The walls of the upcoming valley are daunting, to say the least.
We started out fast, earlier in the morning, due to unexpected cold weather. Gloves and jackets, type of weather. The initial trail involved a lot of tree cover; it wasn't until now that we were able to finally warm ourselves up in the sun.
After a few minutes, we started down the gentle slope at the top of Glacial Valley. Leading the group was Francisco who ended up running down the granite.
Upon reaching the bottom of the low angle granite slabs of Glacial Valley, we were met with a small wooded area.
On the drive up to the trailhead, it was brought up that there was a tree whose bark smelled like butterscotch. Fortunate for us, we ended up finding a few.
At this point, we were confronted with bushwhacking through thick branches. Some of the party members were able to return with souvenirs from this section of the trail.
After the unexpected bushwhacking, we found our next landmark: a tree. The idea is that we do not want to head down the wall and toward the creek bed. Instead, we needed to gain elevation to avoid eventually downclimbing the Pywiack Cascade.
Francisco and Tim warned us that the hard part was coming up, as we left Glacial Valley; they weren't joking. Considering that we just finished a leisurely walk, the slab descent was slightly surprising.
From his experience last year, Tim wanted to try descending this large granite slab via rappel. So we gave it a shot. At the end of the ropes, there was a short unprotected traverse to a patch of bushes.
Navigating down the slab via a route near bushes, we ended up near our second rappel spot.
For the second station, Francisco sets up the rappel on a corner of granite.
The anchor here is clearly quite bomber. No other words can describe it.
The prior rappels needed to be reversed. After Sara, Sheila, and Tim rappelled down, Tim decided to climb up. Sara and Sheila were belayed by myself as they climbed up the slab. Three hours later, we neared the base of the granite slab.
After descending the slab, there was more bushwhacking involved. At the bottom, we rejoined the creek bed. Walking through talus fields and entering the woods, we eventually found a couple pools of water to relax and eat lunch at.
After lunch, we descended further down into the Lost Valley. Most of this was easy scrambling as we followed the creek bed down.
The distance between the second and third rappel stations is a bit of a hike.
Between the third and fourth rappel stations, we encountered yet another pool of water before a short talus field.
During the previous night, shortly after the fourth and last rappel, we encountered an unknown set of animals that resembeled a raccoon--but not quite. In the morning, Tim brought out a book and found the answer: we saw ringtails.
On the way back from ExxonMobile, we stopped to admire the vista point.