Searching the Winds: Possibility #3

All I wanted was some time to explore, converse, and connect with it all.  To get back into the mountains while I still had the chance, before the school year began.  And I also hoped to get a group of boulderers to come along.  More pads, more brushes, more opportunities.  I'd started planning the trip, and inviting people, before I even had a specific destination picked out.  I hoped to find a place that was even better than the Cirque of the Boulders.  Moss lake wasn't going to work, and Midsummer Valley wasn't quite what I was searching for either.  But I still had one place that I needed to check out.  Davin had mentioned an area with boulders sitting out in alpine meadows, while we were camping at Bear Valley two years ago, and the image had stuck with me.

 Mt. Lester

Dan volunteered to join me on an exploratory hike.  Our goal was to hike eleven miles in, check out the boulders, and hike back out by 4 pm.  We left the trailhead at 6:30 am, and got to Photographer's Point while the sun was still low in the sky.  We were making good time.

Mt. Lester came into view, and I knew I wanted to spend some time here.  It might look like an average mountain to an average hiker.  But as a boulderer, I noticed the nicely sized blocks and many possibilities in the trees.  A wonderland of boulders.

We hiked around the lake and up to the flanks of Mt. Lester.  The first boulder we hiked to looked pretty good.

The second one looked even better!  

The photo doesn't do this face justice.  It's about fourteen feet tall, the lower five feet are obscured by willows in this shot.

The entire area was filled with wildflowers.

The last boulder looked amazing as well, but we didn't have any more time to look at boulders.  We were already running short on time, and ended up getting back to our ride twenty minutes late.


I went on the family trip to Telluride, and two days later I was hiking into the Winds with the crew of boulderers I had recruited.

Including Jesse F.

Sierra

and my sister Diane. Who actually isn't into bouldering.

It was a much smaller crew than I had anticipated.  Six other boulderers, who seemed interested in coming along earlier in the summer, had backed out due to the OR show in Salt Lake, weddings, or family trips.  And one was too busy helping National Geographic dig up ice age mammal bones from a giant pit cave in the Bighorns.  Sometimes you gotta wonder about peoples' priorities.

We hiked in on a nice, cool, cloudy day and set up camp.

We hung our food from a boulder because we couldn't find any trees that were tall enough.  It wasn't an ideal situation.  Whether a bear could have gotten to them is debatable, but we didn't see any sign of bears during the trip.  To get them back down I'd shoe up and climb a tall slab I named "Breakfast of Champions." This shot is from the sunny second evening.

We awoke to our first climbing day in the Winds, and it was gorgeous, with very few mosquitoes.

Jesse warming up on the Lester Arete V0.

We put up about eight good problems that morning, and five were on the boulder shown below.  We called it the Vonnegut boulder, and the best line traverses from the black circle on the lower left side to a top out just right of Jesse in this photo.  Jesse got the first ascent and called it "Time Quake."  I'd estimate it at V7, but the crux is reach dependent so it could be a V6 for taller climbers.  It's a stand out problem, with great movement, and incredible stone.

Then we got distracted by some boulders up the hill, and went scouting for a couple hours.

Jesse couldn't resist doing a nice approach shoe problem.

We saw some boulders that I'd be willing to hike back up from camp for.

This erratic looked amazing in the distance, but didn't have any good problems on it.

This might clean up nice.

And the boulder I'm sitting under had some lines on it.  Just average problems, but check out the view!

It's hard to communicate just how many flowers there were, and the way they seemed arranged into perfect little gardens.  The beauty of everything was somewhat overwhelming at times, and I ended up stepping from rock to rock quite a bit because I didn't want to crush flowers.

Every direction was gorgeous, and gorgeous at every scale, from the rocks, streams and flowers at our feet, to the mountains, lakes and trees in the distance.

We got back to camp in time for another bouldering session.  Jesse did two more lines on the Vonnegut boulder.  Sierra found this line, did the first ascent, and called it "Little Lake."  The sit start, and the top out are both somewhat difficult.  I'd call it V2.

I started cleaning and chalking up holds on the face obscured by willows shown in a photo earlier in this post.  The line looked great so I called Jesse down.  He climbed "Surrender" V5/6 from a stand start, and I repeated it.  But it was the SDS that really stood out.  We estimated it to be about V10.  Jesse was getting close, but it seemed wise to save it for another day.  It started to get dark, we were hungry. I didn't take the time to get any photos of the line, but I wish that I had.

A shot of our campfire that night.

It's not a good idea for me to climb two days in a row, so I'd planned to take a rest day all along.  Of course we still hiked around to look at some boulders.

We found some together.

And then we split up to cover more ground.  Jesse found a lot of blocks that he was excited about.

And I saw some blocks that looked fun too.

But I also wanted to check out Titcomb Basin with my sister and Sierra.  So most of the day was spent hiking there and back.

That afternoon we got a lot of rain, and we could only hope that the next day would be clear for climbing.  We made a few plans.  I'd warm up and make three good attempts on "Time Quake" then we'd hike to the boulders that Jesse had found.

The next morning we had some sprinkles hitting the tent.  It stopped raining, and the rock dried enough for me to retrieve our food bags.  The sun peaked through, I warmed up, and I tried "Time Quake" three times.  But I didn't quite send it.

Then it started to pour rain, then hail, and then came some thunder snow.  Jesse and I talked and drank coffee under the boulder, while the Sierra and Diane took naps in the tents.  An inch of snow covered the ground, with colorful flowers sticking out everywhere, but I couldn't get a photo without the risk of my camera getting wet.

The weather started to clear, but just as we thought we might be able to get some more bouldering in, another big rain storm came in.  It became completely obvious that we weren't going to get any more bouldering done that day.  So we had a choice to make.  Hang out in the rain, and hike out the next day like we had planned, or take down the tents and get out as soon as we could.  The second rain storm stopped for a bit, and we decided to bail on the trip.  On our hike out we got hit by more storms.  Jesse's pad would absorb water like a sponge.  So he hiked out as quickly as he could.

My last photo was of some ducks near camp.  I didn't get out the camera again, because I didn't want it to get wet.  

Different people are looking for different things, and Mt. Lester doesn't have everything.  The large boulders are quite spread out, and there isn't a ton of dramatically overhung rock.  The area does have a lot of potential in the ten to fourteen foot tall range, on vertical to slightly overhanging rock.  Most boulders there are outside of talus fields with meadow landings.  The rock quality ranges from good to amazing.  V0-V7 problems seem to be the most common, with harder lines appearing occasionally.  And it's one of the few alpine areas where you don't feel like a lot of people or pads are necessary to get the best lines done.  The ambiance of the place draws me as much as anything else. 

In conclusion, I definitely got the chance to explore, converse, and connect with it all.  We didn't boulder nearly as much as we wanted to, but I learned enough to have an even better bouldering trip next time.  Thanks to Jesse, Diane and Sierra for all of your efforts, and helping to make it a great trip!  

It was good. It was memorable.  And I'm hoping to get my whole family up there next summer...