I had an intense couple of work weeks. On top of that, Lukas was teething or unwell for other reasons. None of us had gotten more than a few hours of sleep per night in days. So at first I declined when Luigi asked me to join him, Mark and Arne for climbing a North face on Friday. He kept nagging me, trying to convince me by portraying the Clariden North face as an "old men's climb" and a walk in the park. I didn't really believe him, but in the end my fear of missing out got the better of me and I agreed to join.
Preparation was a mad rush. I threw together my gear during the short lunch break between meetings on Friday. Leonie and Lukas "helped" me enthusiastically. It was chaos and I could only hope that I hadn't forgotten, or the kids carried away, anything essential. I endured the last few meetings for the day and headed straight from the video call into the car.
Luigi drove us up the Klausenpass for as far as that was still possible. The pass is closed, but you are still allowed to drive it at your own risk up to the boom at Jägerbalm (1,538m). That's where we parked the car and sorted our gear. The idea was to hike up to the pass at nearly 2,000 meters altitude and set up camp there. Sleep for a few hours, climb in the morning.
We set up camp directly on the terrace of the closed restaurant at the pass. This offered the best protection from the wind, a perfectly level spot to pitch the tents and even a sheltered and mostly snow free "kitchen". It was here that Arne to his horror discovered that he had forgotten his crampons at home. This completely ruled out climbing the North face for him. We discussed for a bit and agreed to stay as a group and attempt the normal route up the West ridge instead. Wile this would ordinarily also require crampons, it at least seemed possible without them.
I had another miserable night. This time not because of the kids, but because my old gear, with a down sleeping bag that had seen a few too many washing cycles, turned out to be insufficient for sleeping at altitude in winter. I donned most of my clothes but still froze because my thin mat didn't insulate me sufficiently from the ground. Luigi complained about a cold bum after sitting on my mat for even just a minute while donning his boots. At least with our change of plans we didn't have to start in the middle of the night anymore and could have a proper breakfast before heading up towards the West ridge.
I was stuggling pretty badly. Arne's mistake of forgetting his crampons might very well have saved this expedition from disaster. The North face would have been *much* more committing and more challenging than the normal route. We stood for a while, admiring the originally planned route. It does seem within our abilities from a technical point of view, but we were uncertain if there was sufficient snow in the route and if the snow wasn't too powdery. And of course chronic lack of sleep and months of an almost completely sedentary lifestyle doesn't help. Isolating at home and spending your days going from bed to desk to couch to bed helps avoid Corona, but it destroys your fitness. Who could've known?!
By the time we gained the ridge I was so tired and exhausted that I even accepted Arne's offer to carry some of my water and gear. This was a first for me. For a trip like this you definitely need more reserves to maintain enough of a safety margin. Anyway. I managed to haul my sorry ass up to the summit. We had a bit of a picnick but I didn't want to spend too much time. I wanted to get out of the no-mistakes zone as soon as possible. This was just as well with Arne. He managed mostly OK on this route even without crampons, but he needed the snow to remain somewhat soft and not freeze solid.
I felt better the more altitude we lost. Once we left the ridge behind us the descent even became fun. We found quite a few spots that allowed glissading and we slid down some distance on our butts. We past a party of two who came up the mountain via the glacier on the other side. They had an even better way to get down: they were just about to launch their paragliders and fly off the mountain. Nice.
After packing our tents it was just a long slog back to the car. At this point I was feeling mostly OK again while Luigi and Mark were suffering a bit from painful knees. In the end I think we all agreed that we got lucky this time and *didn't* attempt the North face. I can usually take a certain, relatively high, base level of fitness for granted. But this year has been very unusual to put it mildly. Dramatically reduced training and two young kids at home did have an effect. I'm still glad we went - it turned out to be a nice break from work and sitting at home. But we need a more gentle ramp up next time ;-)