Hikers: Scott Fitzgerald, Rebecca Williams, Tarjei Mikkelson, Hector Briceno, Matthew Reagan, Robert Zeithammer, Michelle Berris, Parul Vakani (MITOC Winter School '99).
After a mere three hours of sleep in the MITOC Intervale Cabin, our intrepid eight awoke at 3am in hopes of an early start. After breakfast, driving, and re-packing, weighing, and complaining (except for Hector, who proudly shouldered his enormous pack), we still didn't hit the trail until 5:45am, but all things considered, that's still not too bad! With our altimeter and GPS calibrated to document our efforts, we headed up the Tuckerman Ravine trail in the clear, moonlit pre-dawn hour, skipping the headlamps in favor of the surreal grey glow of the snow-covered woods. After a short time on the trail, the glow in the eastern sky overcame the moon and stars as the sun rose behind the Carter-Wildcat range (right). Despite being a little bleary-eyed from lack of REM sleep, everyone was in good spirits, undoubtably buoyed by the sight of the morning sun illuminating the snowfields on Mt. Washington and Huntington Ravine (left).
After three or so miles on the wide, gradual, groomed Tuck's trail, we found the detour signs for the Lion Head Winter Route. This trail, closed to summer use due to severe erosion, provides a steep but sheltered ascent of the ridge that forms the northern boundary of Tuckerman Ravine. After a few hundred yards in the woods, the climbing began in earnest, and we faced our first real challenge. The alternating freeze-thaw cycle of the past month had coated the rocks and exposed roots with a thick layer of water ice, which was then topped by a few inches of soft snow and a crunchy crust. Crampons became essential, and (for me) stiffer boots would have been nice, too. Some sections were nearly technical, requiring creative use of an ice ax and tree roots to keep moving upward. Loss of footing resulted in rapid downward acceleration, requiring good self-arrest technique. As we gained altitude, light snow began to fall, and the blue sky became increasingly obscured by a dark cloud that oozed down from the summit.
We broke out of the trees to a wonderful view of Pinkham Notch below and Wildcat Mtn. across the valley. We stopped near treeline to eat, drink, and add wind gear, and headed up the exposed ridge (right). We soon met some more characteristic Presidential weather, particularly that gusty wind that seems to slap you around rather than simply push you over. Clouds blew down from the Alpine Garden, but occasional clear patches gave excellent views across Tuckerman Ravine toward Boott Spur (left). The ravine itself remained obscured in its own little fogbank, but patches of blue and brown indicated that skiing would be sparse this year unless some big storms took up the slack.
The grade lessened as Lion Head blended into the main mass of the mountain. We soon reached the junction with the Alpine Garden trail, then climbed across the base of the summit cone to meet the upper Tuckerman Ravine trail just above the Headwall. As thick fog moved in and the wind shifted to a steady SW gale, we began ascending the summit snowfields (right). At this point we had been climbing for nearly five hours, and the whole enterprise just didn't seem all that much fun anymore! The snowfields would have made a perfect, consistent, skiable pitch, but we zig-zagged across the snow and wind-scoured ice to stay on the beaten path and to keep our crampons firmly planted.
It was tiring work, and the lack of visibility made this rather short climb seem endless. At the last trail junction, we decided to press on despite being a little behind schedule--the relatively "warm" temperatures (low 20s) made this seem like a reasonable decision despite the wind and fog. After a long, slow, somewhat painful slog, we finally encountered the Auto Road, the upper parking lot, and finally the Cog Railroad tracks, from where we had a great view of the summit complex (left). A surprising number of people were milling around up top--some had been ascending with us, while others apparently had taken a short cut directly up from the Alpine Garden. Either way, it made this remote place seem far less forbidding.
After all that work, I finally got a picture of myself on the summit in winter (right). Of course, I probably could have gotten by without the balaclava and goggles, but I figured I wanted to make it look just a little more impressive.
As one person after another made the last climb to the actual summit, the clouds even began to clear! As we huddled in the sheltered walkway of the main summit building, clear views opened up toward the north (left) giving a fine shot of Jefferson, Adams, and Madison across the icy wastes of the alpine zone. We stuffed ourselves with all the fat, sugar, and water we could handle, added a few extra layers to fight off the dropping temperatures, and prepared for a speedy descent.
Our descent down the cone gave us views that had been obscured by the fog just an hour before, including the Southern Presidentials (right) across Monroe Flats. We dropped altitude quickly, assisted by excellent glissading conditions on the snowfields, and we reached treeline at the top of Lion Head rather quickly. Once again, the wind picked up on the ridge, and as the temperature began to drop rapidly, we appreciated what "nice" conditions we had experienced earlier in the day. Once in the trees, we had a wild ride down the slick and snowy Lion Head trail, with only occasional snags on hidden roots and a few minor crampon problems.
The walk down the Tucks trail seemed trivial in comparision, and by the time we reached Pinkham Notch, food, beer, and sleep were all that concerned us. We got all three as quickly as humanly possible.