I just returned from a week in the Colorado mountains with my son and his friend, and it was a comedy of errors. We made quite a few errors, so I’ll examine the trip, the errors, and the solutions.
The initial plan was to climb Snowmass and Holy Cross via their standard routes. We left Kansas City late on Friday night, driving all night to Denver. We stopped at the Boulder REI store (which opened an hour before the Denver store) to buy last-minute items, then headed to Aspen and the trailhead. That’s where we discovered our first problem – I’d forgotten to get fuel cartridges for my stove.
Mistake #1 – Make a list, and follow the list. I knew I needed fuel, it was on my mental list, but that crucial moment in the store passed without my remembering it.
We decided to go for it anyhow – my son had my old Whisperlite stove and half a bottle of fuel – we figured that would be enough for our few hot dinners. So we started up the trail, packs bulging with way too much stuff.
Mistake #2 – Do your training with a full pack. We trained with packs that contained sleeping bags, tents, and foam pads, but they were feathers compared with the packs full of food and other essentials.
The trail had a lot more up to it than I remembered, and I think the lower part had changed in the decade since I was last there. We walked for several miles and several hours before finding a nice campsite. We were beat, both from being up all night driving and from the altitude change. It was about this time my son’s friend discovered he had left his medication in the truck.
Mistake #3 – Don’t forget the essentials. In this instance, necessary medications, but it could be other essentials as well. See Mistake #1.
Since other hikers had mentioned seeing a bear in the valley above us, we made sure we hoisted our food up in a tree, but it was not necesssary. I dispensed with the tent and slept under a clear starry sky. The next morning, my son and his friend decided to go back to the truck and retrieve the medicine, as well as some forgotten food. It took them almost three hours to go and return, with no packs at all. By the time they returned, I had discovered that my water filter was missing a critical part.
Mistake #4 – Test all gear at home first.
After last summer’s campout, I purchased a new water filter as the old one finally self-destructed. I seem to remember pulling it out of its bag, glancing at the manual, and packing it all up. When I went to fill our now-empty water bottles, the piece that attaches the input hose to the pump/filter was not in the bag. Without it, no filtering could occur. I had one bottle of Tang and one of Gatorade left, so I gave the Tang to the boys when they returned. Since I was older and presumably slower, I left while they were still packing up.
After about ten minutes of hiking, I heard a noise to the right. Glancing over, I saw a large black bear about fifty yards away in the forest. I tiptoed about twenty feet up the trail to a large tree. I hid behind that tree while getting my camera out of my pack. By the time I stepped out to take a picture, the bear was nowhere to be seen.
Mistake #5 – Keep the camera in your pocket or belt pouch, not in the pack.
I continued up the trail, trying to walk quietly and looking intently into the surrounding forest, but never saw the bear again. After another several hours of hiking, I finally arrived at the beaver ponds. We had decided not to attempt to camp at Snowmass Lake, as no fires were permitted there.
The boys arrived shortly after I did, even more tired than I due to their roundtrip to the truck. We found a campsite, gathered firewood, and went to start dinner. At that point, we found yet another problem…a clogged stove.
Mistake #6 – Test all gear at home first. Yes, this bit us again.
The stove was my old MSR Whisperlite, which has worked flawlessly for decades. I dug out the toolkit and found the poker tool…which was missing its little wire. We could not find anything else that could be used to unclog the stove, and even disassembling it did not help. At this point, the only way we could get drinkable water was to boil it over the campfire. Fortunately, there was no fire ban this summer, so this was doable.
By this point, we were sore, exhausted, hungry, and dehydrated. After realizing we still had another 4,000 vertical feet to go before the summit, we decided to leave in favor of another, easier, summit. So, on day three, we spent almost four hours walking back down to the truck. Since our packs were still overloaded, there was a lot of pain involved.
After returning to civilization, we bought more stove fuel in Glenwood Springs, and treated ourselves to the Glenwood Canyon Hot Springs pool (at $16 per person). We thought about Holy Cross, and the need to go up 1,200 feet in a mile to make it over the pass. Our shoulders told us “No Way!”, so we decided to go for Mount Antero instead. It was good to have this flexibility.
I’ll go into details in another post about Mount Antero, but at least we were done with the mistakes for this trip.