2014-11-09

Leistchamm (2101m)

Another gorgeous winter day. Ben and I set out to climb the Leistchamm near Amden. We left our snowshoes in the car which turned out to be a bad call (sorry Ben!). While we could follow somebody else's footsteps for a while they gave up and turned around suddenly, not even a third up the mountain. So we had to break our own trail. Balls-deep in heavy snow made for strenuous progress. We still managed to reach the summit in good time. Three hours from the parking lot. The posted (summer!) hiking time was given with 2:40 hours. A couple joined us on the summit, smiling and thanking us for plowing snow for them. The way back down was fun. We didn't bother with switch backs this time and simply headed straight down. Kamikaze in deep snow ;-) In the end it took us about 5 hours to hike a distance of 6 km and 900 vertical meters.

Easy going!
Easy going?
Light at the end of the mountain.
Summit at 2101m.
Lake Walen. More than 1500m below us. Almost straight down from where I'm standing...
View towards Sargans.
Down.

2014-11-08

Albis (915m)

It's beautiful outside, so I went for a spontaneous three hour hike along the Albis ridge.

Zürich
Anita's new place of business.
Lake Zug.
How people imagine the pile of rocks on the summit used to look like.
Winter encroaching on the last bit of green.
Southern tip of lake Zürich.
The guardian of the Albishorn.

2014-10-26

Grosser Mythen (1898m) ... again

Helmut and Susanne were visiting for the weekend. We had a late start on Sunday so not much choice in mountains. The Grosser Mythen is easy to get to, doable in a short afternoon and not too difficult while still offering a very nice trail and spectacular views. Thus I was headed there for the second time in a week. Still cool, as this time around we had a sea of clouds below us and the first snow of the year.

2014-10-18

Grosser Mythen (1898m)

I had the fifth round of surgery within the last twelve months on Monday. They tried to fix my finger a little better by shortening the tendon, cutting away scar tissue, removing the metal braces and scraping out the joint. Apparently it was such an exciting procedure that my therapist asked permission to watch. She took a bunch of pictures and I now have a disgusting slideshow of images from the inside of my hand. Unfortunately it didn't help very much - the finger is still very much blocked in the joint. This time around I didn't take the anesthesia well. I always have a very low pulse, which I understand is usually a good sign if you manage good blood pressure at the same time. But after surgery it was so low that whenever I was about to fall asleep in the night I got violently dizzy and woke up again. Sleep deprivation torture. Kept me up all night. The next day I went to see the surgeon for changing bandages and nearly passed out. He measured a pulse of just below 40 beats per minute...

I'll spare you the gory ones...
That hunk of rock ahead is our destination.
Chilling with a view.

A few days later on Friday my brother Torsten flew in from Germany for a weekend visit. Weather turned out to be perfect and I was feeling a bit better again. So we decided to hike up the Grosser Mythen. A safe and not very strenuous mountain I know from several previous trips. It was insanely crowded. There must have been hundreds of people on the short (~900m elevation gain) trail and summit. Still beautiful though. The mountain is freestanding and offers sweeping 360 degree views.

Very nice trail!
Säntis in the distance.
Torsten enjoying the summit panorama.

I had to hold up my hand all the way to avoid additional swelling. On the way down I fumbled with my hiking pole and kicked down a fist sized piece of rock. It picked up speed and tumbled and jumped across several switchbacks below us. Luckily it didn't hit anyone. If you've been there that day I apologize. It was very much not my intention.

Kleiner Mythen. I was of half a mind of continuing there, but it's a T6 UIAA III scramble/climb to traverse, so probably not a smart move when you can't use a hand.
Crowded summit.

Anyway, we made it back to the car. Except for a mild pulsating pain and a tiny little bit of fresh blood in the bandages I was doing OK. We spend the rest of the weekend playing board games, going on walks and generally catching up on our respective lives. Good times!

PS: Typing blog posts with six fingers and wearing a splint sucks!

2014-09-13

Dom (4545m) via Festigrat (PD+)

The weather forecast for this weekend promised perfectly clear skies and no wind. So I called ahead to reserve a spot in the Dom hut for Andrey, Ralf and me. I was surprised to learn that we might not get breakfast on Monday as the hut is closing down for the end of the season. At nearly 3000m altitude I guess that's fair - not much higher and you enter the magical world of eternal winter. The approach route is probably the most beautiful I've hiked yet. It starts in the pittoresque village of Randa and after leaving the forest offers some almost via-ferrata like scrambling up steep slopes.

The village of Randa.
The Monarch: Matterhorn.
Steep approach.
Domhütte at 2936m.

The hut is freshly renovated and extremely comfortable with only four bunk beds to a room. After arriving we have some soup and continue on higher for an acclimatization climb. Trying to climb to an altitude of 4545m on a single weekend without any acclimatization is an extremely tight schedule and a gamble. We want to minimize the risk as much as possible. So we hike up to the Festi glacier serving the double purpose of acclimatization and scouting the route for the morning where we'll be starting in the dark.

View from the hut - not shabby!
Andrey posing for the ladies.
The mighty Weisshorn.
Matterhorn.

We wake up for a mountaineer's breakfast at 3:30 in the morning. Leaving the hut in the pale light of our head torches we slowly make our way up frozen ground to the glacier. We don crampons and rope up and ascend to the Festi saddle at 3723m. This features some easy rock climbing and a decision: Either continue down the other side and up again over the Hobärg glacier, following the normal route, or head straight up the more challenging Festi ridge.

Early morning on the glacier.

The Festi ridge is steep but in perfect condition. The snow is solid with good tracks to follow and there are no blank ice or rocky sections. The air is thin up here. There is a saying in German "dicke Luft" meaning a bad atmosphere or bad mood. I'm starting to think thick air, as it would be translated literally, isn't all that bad after all! The rule of thumb is that you lose about 10% atmospheric pressure for every thousand meters of altitude. This means our lungs are now pumping at about twice the rate they're used to.

Summit pyramid.
Ralf.
Andrey.
Panorama. Matterhorn not so dominant anymore ;-)

We reach the summit at around 9:45 in the morning. It features a small plateau and the summit cross about 15m away. It may not sound like much but these particular 15m pack quite a punch! A lot of people stop here and do not go all the way. You have to balance on a razor sharp ridge over steep slopes. A fall in either direction would end on the glacier 800m below. Better not sneeze or stumble... All three of us walk the plank and we shake hands at the cross.

The walk of fame.
Seracs on the way down.
Ascent route visible to the right. We came down the glacier on the left and had to cross below the menacing serac - quickly.

On the way down the steep summit pyramid I have tears in my eyes. Not all of them due to sunscreen and sweat. My injured foot and hand from my fall in November will remain crippled for life. Still being able to enjoy the mountains I love so much and measure myself against these kinds of benchmark problems has huge psychological value for me.

Andrey not feeling well. Dom in the background.
Don't worry about crevassess - you'll be fine ;-)

Instead of retracing our steps on the way down we descend via the normal route. A good decision as it is much less steep and exposed. Andrey is suffering from altitude sickness, giving him a headache, nausea and dizziness. He's stumbling and falling often. Just goes to show how randomly this strikes. Andrey is very likely the fittest of the three of us and Ralf and I are feeling fine. The only cure is to descend quickly, which is what we are doing anyways. Once we reach the base of the Festi glacier and get out of our crampons Andrey throws up violently. He is feeling much better immediately afterwards, so I guess that was good.

Always taking center stage. Guess I'll have to climb it too ;-)
View from the hut window.

Celebrating our success back at the hut Andrey surprises us by saying he wants to go back to Zürich right away to be on time for a meeting on Monday. We are trying to talk him out of it, but alas, he leaves. Ralf and I spend a relaxed afternoon at the hut which is emptying rapidly. At some point I feel a bit uncomfortable as it seems we are now the only guests and maybe should be leaving as well. Instead we take it easy and descend on Monday morning. The crew at the hut is preparing everything for winter and we see the supply helicopter landing directly in front of our window.

Awesome trip in fantastically beautiful surroundings. The weather and mountain were as perfect as you could possibly wish for. Thank you Ralf and Andrey for making this possible. Always an honour to share a rope with you. Special credits to Ralf for carrying the rope most of the way and being a diligent rope leader "on the sharp end".
~30km, ~+-3300m

And a video of Gerlinde Kaltenbrunner climbing the same mountain: