North Ridge – North Cleaver, Mt. Adams, Washington
Night Before. Drive to Trout Lake, WA. Get permits ($15 ea. for the weekend) + poop bags. Camp off road for an early start.
Day 1. Drive to trailhead + park (Divide Camp). Hike to basecamp at 8,000 ft – it’s a long 4+ miles.
Day 2. Wake up at 4A. Summit to 12,000 ft. Pack up. Hike out. Drive home. Eat pizza.
- Ice axe
- Stiff-soled hiking boots (I have Asolo Fissures)
- Trekking poles
- All means of sun protection (sunblock, sun or mountaineering glasses, brimmed hat, light weight long sleeve, buff/neck cover)
- Chapstick (preferably with SPF)
- Hydration pack or water bottle(s) – at least 2 liters, gotta stay hydrated!
- Rock climbing helmet
- All the Shot Bloks
- Loads of trail bars, snacks, calorie-dense dinner
- Sleeping bag + pad
- Day pack
- Hiking backpack
- Stove, fuel, cook wear, spork
- Head lamp
- First aid kit (inc. moleskin, athletic tape, ibuprofen, hand sanitizer)
- Clothing (2x wool t-shirts, light weight long sleeve to block sun, hiking pants, 2x wool socks, 2x underwear)
- Shell jacket – preferably Gore-tex 3L to block harsh winds (loves my Marmot Spire)
- Down puffy jacket
- Toothbrush + paste
- Utility tool or knife
- Toilet paper + priority mail envelope (pro-tip from Andrew. To keep shit from leaking on your other shit.)
- Camera + extra battery
Mt. Adams was an awesome and exciting, perhaps too exciting, first venture into mountaineering. I learned how to glissade, self-arrest, and use crampons. The diverse terrain of the summit route along the north ridge keeps it interesting. At points, I self-belayed with an ice axe on a steep snow field, bouldered and scrambled the higher rock ledges, and generally had a hard time keeping my breathe once we hit 10,500 ft elev. At this point, strapped for time and air, myself, Ray, & our guide-in-chief Andrew (who’d already summited this route a few years ago) decided to start our descent back to camp. Reed and Karl, fueled purely by shot bloks, pushed on to the summit & descended about 2 hours behind us.
There were definitely moments of extreme discomfort where the terrain pushed my comfort level to various degrees. Mainly, looking behind/below me and seeing only a steep drop. The idea of sliding off a mountain became a real possibility in my mind. Tongue in cheek, we kept saying “hashtag celebrate discomfort.” While I find this obnoxious, the point isn’t lost on me. I can’t think of another time or activity that has forced me to practice mindfulness, tested my physicality, and involved so much calculated risk, all simultaneously. While my internal mantra was, “You never have to do this again, so do it now” I realize now, at home, that I will do this again and again.
Lessons learned – I’m always grumpy on the hike out & questioning why I do this to myself. Also, I need to cut weight in my pack, which weighed about 32lbs. My Costco bargain (a High Sierra pack) has treated me well, but it’s time to shed a pound and get a pack that fits. Even more so for my current synthetic sleeping bag – which weights 4lbs, but could weight 1lb if I throw down $200 for a new down bag. And not least, everyone’s butt chaffs – so there’s a fun thing to trade stories about with your friends.