Elevation gain: 900
m
Ascent time: 4:10
Descent time: 2:40
Solo scramble.
An ascent of
This was my first visit to the
Like many GNP scrambles the approach follows a well-worn and heavily used trail. And also like many GNP scrambles once you leave the trail you’re on your own. Actually another distinct trail off the main trail had developed since the publishing of Gordon Edwards’s guidebook, thus eliminating any route-finding or bushwhacking issues. Above treeline it became abundantly apparent why clear skies were all but mandatory for this ascent. The route follows a beautiful red argillite gully, with magnificent towers of lichen-covered rock on either side. With the sun beating down on this rock and a blue sky behind, I would have been salivating all the way up. Instead, the day’s cloud-bleached sky sucked much of the life out the scenery and there would little salivating and more scowling. As such I started scowling right away and kept it up throughout the ascent!
In between scowls, the ascent of the gully was thoroughly enjoyable on step-like terrain. There was snow higher up, but I didn’t think it would be a problem. I was wrong. The snow was filling deep, water-worn crevices in the rock and the possibility of hidden, thin snowbridges was high. I did everything possible to avoid the snow, but it soon became painfully clear that if I wanted to make the summit, I would have to step onto the white stuff. I picked a line where crevices would be unlikely, put on the crampons and up and away!
The first line didn’t work, when I couldn’t ascend the rock above the snow. A short traverse over revealed an easier solution, but stepping from the snow onto the rock was tense, as gaping holes between them were visible on either side of the snow path I followed. Above the snow, the remainder of the ascent was easier uphill plodding.
The big shock of the day occurred
when I arrived at the
summit to find I was NOT blown away by the summit view – a
first for trips in
GNP. The panorama was certainly nothing to sneeze at, but it was no
Bearhat,
Reynolds, Bishop’s Cap, Wilbur, or Henkel either. Of course,
the dismal weather
was largely responsible for my lack-lustre reaction; blue
I tried to wait out the weather, as clearer skies were approaching from the south, but they were in no hurry and so I started down, hoping to find an easier route. For the crux (snow to rock transition) there was no easier way, but it was fairly straightforward, now having more familiarity with the terrain. Below that, the eastern side of the gully did avoid a great deal of the difficult scrambling encountered on the western side I went up. Near the bottom of the gully I did traverse west to get a look at the “nasty and narrow” ascent gully described in the guidebook, and “nasty” it did look. The remainder of the descent was easy, though more tiring than I expected for a “short” trip.
I’ll definitely be waiting
for a high pressure weather
system before returning to this area of
The classic view of Sinopah from the shores of Medicine Lake
A closer look at the steep east face
One of several bridge crossings
The colourful east face again
Rockwall Falls
A flower
More flowers
Approaching the ascent gully (just right of centre)
One of the other ascent routes in the centre; it may not look too bad from this angle, but in fact it is very steep
The beginning of the red gully
More flowers and red rock
Snow starts to appear
Beautiful rock
The snow starts to become an issue
Avoiding the snow
Interesting purple things
Where the snow REALLY became an issue
The lichen covered towers
The first I tried; I had to climb back onto the snow and traverse over to another line
Colourful peaks to the south not looking so colourful
Flinsch Peak
At the summit, looking west towards Mount Rockwall
Upper Medicine Lake
A closer look
Medicine Lake and Lower Medicine Lake
Mount Stimson
Getting back onto the snow, on descent
The late evening view of Medicine Lake and Sinopah