We ended up choosing between the Mt. Prindle Wall, a ~1,000 ft granite wall in the interior, and White Princess, a heavily glaciated "walk-up." A route on the Prindle Wall, with notoriously bad weather and a 10 mile approach, seemed like a stretch with the limited climbing gear we had packed and borrowed (can anyone say dirty A2 on a single rack?). We picked the Delta Range and White Princess because it seemed more unique to Alaska. But we also believed it to be relatively easy with a straight forward approach from the road, something truly rare in Alaska.
|Local climbing guides for the Interior, mostly out of print and don't expect much detail.|
As we drove south the peaks were hidden in dark clouds. We drove up the river valley between the Delta Range and the Hayes Range and it started to spit rain. We pulled over on a gravel shoulder next to the Castner River. The Belgians got out and made some halfhearted attempts to flag down a ride while we threw the final items into our packs and changed into warmer clothes. We then said farewell and started up the overgrown gravel road towards the Castner Glacier, less than a mile away.
|There are amazing mountains out there... somewhere.|
|This looks more like jungle travel but it's part of the moraine on the Castner Glacier.|
|Looks like there is some sun down there somewhere but mostly just rain.|
We put on crampons and headed up the M'ladies Branch to the south (the Delta Range has such great names!). We made good time on the exposed and unbroken ice but the rain and wind started to pick up a lot. We covered the 3 miles to the base of the West Ridge for White Princess fairly quickly and hurriedly set up our tent on some relatively flat snow next to a boulder. Once inside we warmed up fast and ate a dinner of instant mashed potatoes, dehydrated re-fried beans, and pepperoni. We looked out at the steep mountains shrouded in cloud and took note of fresh snow on the rock faces not far above us.
|Eric heads up the M'ladies Branch in glorious summer weather.|
|Goofing off in the tent while we make a futile attempt to dry our things.|
|Great visibility early in the morning while trying to find "point 6500."|
|Snow on scree, but at least the visibility is improving.|
We moved out onto the glacier following a snow ridge that appeared to be the downhill side of a mellow bergschrund. We had decided to attempt White Princess with some pieces of static cord totaling 60 feet and gear sling harnesses. We were going extremely light, assuming that no real technical difficulties would be encountered. Luckily we encountered no hidden crevasses and made it across. Here we heard the gurgle of water and spotted a rivulet running over a cliff face. It was searingly cold but we drank as much as possible and filled our two bottles. No longer worried about dehydration, we started up the 40-45 degree snow and ice field above us. Conditions were variable; 2-12 inches of wet, fresh snow, on top of what varied between more wet snow and ice. After 1500 vertical feet we reached a ridge line and began climbing more scree and talus covered in a thin layer of wet snow.
|Looking back down on the cirque from a ledge halfway up the snow field.|
|Looking across at M'ladies Mountain (8,880ft, pretty similar to our highpoint) during a short weather break.|
The exposure had grown a lot and Eric voiced concern about the dangers. I felt that despite the bad footing, the slope was still low enough angle to not concern me. We continued and the ridge leveled off for a bit. Then I came around a corner and realized that we might be at the end of the line. Thick clouds prevented us from seeing everything but it appeared to be a short 50 degree talus traverse over a cliff line that probably dropped 2-3 thousand feet to the heavily crevassed glacier below. This traverse led to a knife edge ridge that would have to be ridden horsey style to reach a barely distinguishable tower of rubble higher up. Not one to turn back without investigating all options I started the talus traverse. Eric came around the corner in time to see what he described as me perched on a loose "70 degree" slope over "nothing." As I moved a basketball sized rock dislodged, I calmly moved to the side and let it pass by. Eric saw it silently fly off into the mist and disappear. At this point I was done with the traverse and could straddle the knife edge ridge. I felt that the traverse had been quite easy and within my control. Eric, however, had seen something else and felt that he needed to draw the line.
|Eric high on the ridge, the cirque is visible below.|
Honestly, at this point I felt like I was drawing on a lot of experiences from this winter to keep my fear of the unknown in check. I had never been on a climb this big, this exposed, or this remote, and the weather was not ideal. However, I felt that nothing up to this point was difficult and could all be reversed easily and safely, although perhaps not quickly. The climb had certainly reached a new level of difficulty but I still felt that I could negotiate the terrain safely. Regardless of that, I felt like splitting up was not an option in this remote setting, so we turned back.
|Looking back down the ridge from our highpoint... fantastic views!|
We immediately felt more comfortable. The sun came out, although the summit remained in cloud. The descent was fast and we began to consider hiking out that day. Eric seemed more disappointed with our failure to summit than I did. We talked at length about climbing experience and perception of danger. What made me feel totally safe and in control while Eric felt scared and exposed? I feel that it all comes down to experience. If Eric had not been with me on the Castner Glacier I would have been scared and may never have reached the base of the mountain. I had very little glacier travel experience and Eric had very little experience on exposed mountain ridges. Despite our failure I felt that I had gained a huge amount of confidence on this trip and was already excited about winter climbs in the Cascades that suddenly seemed much more doable.
|Looking back up the snow field from the cirque after descending.|
As if to confirm our decision, White Princess broke out of cloud for a moment revealing massive cornices on most of the ridge line between our high point and the summit. Seeing that I felt we could not have made the summit without putting ourselves in an absurdly risky situation. Especially given the fresh snow, rain, and warm air that had already set off several serac and cornice failures across the valley, accompanied with deep rumblings.
|We finally get a look at the summit--our high point is hidden behind the knoll on the right.|
Back at our tent by 3:00 pm, we packed up and started down glacier. The clouds moved back in and rain started spitting again (a theme for this trip). We didn't care and felt surprisingly energized. We moved fast and found an alternate route through the broken moraine on the lower Castner, although by now my feet were starting to hate the plastic double boots I had rented. Finally off the glacier, we switched to sneakers and hiked through the riverside brush until Eric yelled, "they've found us!" He was referring to the unofficial Alaska state bird: the mosquito. We broke into a run, jumping through bushes and over glacial boulders. We arrived back at the car with a cloud of mosquitoes in tow and jumped in. Seconds later we were roaring north toward Delta Junction with the windows down to flush the bugs. We arrived in Fairbanks after midnight, ate, showered and slept like the dead.
|White Princess emerges from the clouds (back right), teasing us for a few more seconds before we get to the car.|