The east face of Pikes on the approach to Barr Camp late Friday afternoon.
Adam makes his first visit to Barr Camp.
Hoot the sidehilling machine on the annoying Bottomless Pit trail.
Lower cliffs in early morning sun below Bottomless Pit.
Gorgeous views on the way to the Bottomless Pit.
Nearing the Bottomless Pit.
View eastward on approach to Bottomless Pit.
A small waterfall at the head of the south fork of French Creek.
Cliff walls above Bottomless Pit.
Rounding the corner as the north face comes into view.
Adam with the Railroad Couloir above.
The Railroad Couloir at the split with the Y.
Hoot and the Bottomless Pit.
Adam at the split for the Railroad and Y couloirs.
Gearing up on the apron of the Y.
Hoot makes his way up after a boot adjustment.
Adam enjoys kicking steps and leads the way.
Adam nearing the split of the Y.
The middle and far right branch split. We traversed underneath the ice step on right.
Adam traversing over to the right branch.
Hoot enjoys the shadows.
Hoot breaking out into the sun.
Hoot nears the split.
Getting steeper as we traverse to the far right branch.
Slope angles on the upper part of the Y right branch are generally in the mid-40's.
I think Hoot measured this section around 47 degrees last year.
I cool cave on the right side of the right branch. Would make for a cozy emergency bivy spot!
Adam negotiates the trivial icy section of the right branch. We brought second tools and a 30 M rope just in case it was dicey. Last year, it was too icy to try without a second tool.
Nearing the top.
Hoot about to get blasted by hurricane force winds at the top of the couloir.
Topping out. We estimated wind speeds to be 50-60 mph while walking over to the summit house. The Pikes Peak weather station later clocked a gust of 109mph while we were huddled next to the closed summit house door!
Funny sign at the summit house entrance.
No train today due to the heinous winds. The road was closed too, so we walked down Barr Trail.
Still plenty of drifts around the summit house. I downclimbed this drift like a drunken sailor, getting battered by the wind.
Adam ready to get the heck out of Dodge.
We got a nice glissade of about 700 feet or so down the east face gully. Conditions were very pleasant on this side of the mountain.
View from around 9800 feet on the way down. Can you see our butt tracks on the face?