SShhheeeeeeeesh...
Greetings, readers. With bicycle and motorcycle experience spanning 40 years, I thought I was prepared for anything. Today I had a big surprise. Chain suck doubled back on itself when I inadvertently back-pedalled before realizing where my chain had decided to hide. In plain English, I was performing a sloppy shift, and I paid the price.
I created an extremely beautiful frame, chain and front derailleur wedgy all in one. Thankfully, I don't ride carbon fiber mountain bike frames. Yet, the same scenario could play out on any of my carbon road bikes. I wasn't happy. The chain was so tight, I couldn't get any chain play to work with.
Out came the tools.
I took off the derailleur without losing any fingers to the unleashed tension. The chain loosened a bit, but not enough.
So I took the chain off.
Modern chains use master links similar to those found on motorcycles. They're quite handy. Except for Shimano chains, you still need to press a new chain pin through the links.
However, you still need enough chain with which to work. Luckily, removal of the derailleur allowed enough slack to undo the master link. On the other hand, the whole situation wasn't really a big deal. Had I not been able to position the master link correctly for removal, I would have broken the chain at any link and installed another master link, of which I carry a spare with me.
I don't have a lot of mechanicals; but I do carry just enough tools and zip ties to fix, or rig, something together if need be, including Shimano chain pins should I come across a cyclist dead in the water (figuratively speaking). I also carry a tube and several CO2 cartridges.
Tools are wrapped in a bandana and cinched down with a rubber band cut from an old tube to help mitigate any rattle that may drive me insane.
An off day I suppose because half-way down the canyon I punctured big enough to blow sealant all over me. On the bright side, remaining sealant sealed right up, and I didn't have to fix a flat on the way out.
Adios!
Snaefell
Mount Sneffels is my favorite 14,000 foot mountain – 14er if you will. It pierces the sky at 14,150 feet, calling home the northern edge of the sprawling San Juan Mountains of southwest Colorado. It is a monarch over a subgroup of the San Juan Mountains often referred to as the Sneffels Range. Except for the Needles – Grenadiers, a stone's throw to the south, the Sneffels Range has the largest concentration of high rugged peaks in the San Juan Mountains. Mount Sneffels is the 27th highest peak in Colorado.
If you've ever traveled in the vicinity of Montrose, Ridgway (no e in Ridgway), Ouray or Telluride, you've most likely seen it. If you've travelled State Route 62 over Dallas Divide, it towered over you a good portion of the route.
The first recorded ascent of Sneffels was September 10, 1874, by members of the Hayden Survey. Frederick Chapin, author of "Mountaineering in Colorado," wrote the following in "Appalachia," December 1890. It is an account from Franklin Rhoda of the Hayden Survey of 1874.
"Dr. Endlich was standing in the abyss (to the north of Sneffels) with one companion, who compared it to the great hole described by Jules Verne in 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth.' Endlich agreed with him, and pointing to the great peak above, exclaimed, 'There's Snaefell!' Thus the peak got its name, though it is pronounced by the people as Sneffels and is so written on the maps, and in the tables of the Coast Survey. So it will be the effort of this paper to put on record the true designation, named after the Icelandic mountain, 'Snaefell,' lest erelong the grand summit be called Sniffles."
Climbing literature is about gaining the summit and what it took to get there – the-me-myself-and-I conquering mentality. Yes, I'm guilty of this. On the other hand, I like to visualize what writers saw while on their climb. What did the landscape look like? Did they encounter any critters? Some writers are good about this and some are not. It appears Franklin Rhoda had a thing for grizzly bears. Since grizzlies no longer exist in Colorado, it's fun to read about when they did.
John L. Jerome Hart's "Fourteen Thousand Feet," 1931, quotes Franklin Rhoda after Rhoda's ascent of Mount Sneffels. "The claw marks on the rocks on either side of the summit, showed that the grizzly had been before us. We gave up all hope of ever beating the bear climbing mountains. Several time before, when, after terribly difficult and dangerous climbs, we had secretly chuckled over our having outwitted Bruin at last, some of the tribe had suddenly jumped up not far from us and taken to their heels over the loosed rocks. Mountain sheep we had beaten in fair competition, but the bear was 'one too many for us.'" Rhoda also mentions stumbling upon grizzly bears well above treeline on Uncompahgre Peak, Mount Oso (Spanish for bear) and Trinchera Peak.
I just got back from Yellowstone, so I guess I have bear on the brain too.
The above shot is from Lavender Col along Sneffels' southeast couloir. Dallas Peak (13,809 ft, rank 100) is to the right, the Wilson Group rises in the background and Lizard Head (13,113 ft, rank 556) can be seen in the extreme left far background. Lizard Head is more of a rotting tower and is considered by many the hardest high peak in the state to climb. The lower pic is from the summit of Sneffels looking south/southeast, across a portion of the San Juan Range.
The first recorded ascent of a peak in the Sneffels Range other than Sneffels was in August 1929 when Charles Rolfe and Alonzo Hartman climbed Teakettle. Yes, Teakettle looked like a teakettle, until the winter of 1998-'99 when the spout succumbed to gravity and possibly snow. I've summited Teakettle and have pictures prior the peak losing its spout. Sounds like a future blog post to me.
Climbing routes can be found on the southeast couloir (standard route), the southwest ridge, the north face (several technical rock, snow and mixed routes) and northwest ridge (technical). So far, I've summited Sneffels via the southeast couloir and the deeply inset snake couloir of the north face. The above pic of Sneffel's southerly face is from Cirque Mountain (13,686 ft, rank 155). If you follow the top of the Col to the right, continuing up the snow, you will enter the southeast couloir, which can't be discerned from this pic very well.
Somewhat isolated and only visited after a stiff hike, usually with climbing gear, Blaine Basin is the staging area for many of the routes on the north face. A short description of the snake couloir follows.
The snake couloir can be a classic day on spring snow. My climbing partner Todd and I had almost perfect conditions.
The catch is you need to summit early because the snow on the upper end of the couloir starts getting soft with first light, rendering crampons worthless. The above photo shows the upper portion of the snake couloir beginning to pick up sun. The summit block is already getting sun hit. Can you spot two climbers just below the summit block? They're right on the sun/shade line.
We began at roughly 3:30 a.m., climbing easy snow under spectacular star light, entering the lower portion of the couloir just prior to the sky lightening. It gets steep from here on. About half-way up, the snake couloir makes a sharp left turn. The above pic is looking down at the turn in the couloir right after turning and heading up the upper portion. Once at the top of the couloir, it's a short climb up loose rock and boulder to the small summit. We descended the southeast couloir route to Lavender Col. From the Col, we dropped north down snow and easy to navigate scree fields to Blaine Basin.
The lower segment of the Snake Couloir as seen from Blain Basin. The couloir makes a sharp left about half-way up.
Our Tour de Snaefell.
Adios
Riding the Storm Out
The USA Pro Cycling Challenge has come and gone. Snowcatcher and I got to visit Stage 2 in Crested Butte, Colorado. Stage 2 was a 100-plus mile route. Riders left Aspen, Colorado, heading north to Carbondale, Colorado. This route took them around the northern end of the Elk Mountains. As the crow flies, Crested Butte is only 30 miles from Aspen. However, the only direct routes through the high peaks require 4x4 travel, or a bike. The route then turned south toward Marble, Colorado. Yes, the White House has some Marble quarried from here. From Marble, it was up and over McClure Pass and down toward Paonia, Colorado. Several miles east of Paonia, the route turned onto the Kebler Pass road and would travel east. A good portion of the west side is dirt and gravel, which can be rough and slippery in the rain. I kid you not; I've seen Subarus up and disappear in some of the Kebler potholes. Most of the east side is now paved, and the wet descent into Crested Butte was on smooth, slippery asphalt. Riders would be wet and dirty by the time they reached the finish.
We left the metro area around 5 am for the 4-hour drive to Crested Butte. We took along the mountain bikes, thinking we might get a ride in this mountain bike mecca. However, upon arrival we knew we better monitor potential vantage points, grabbing one at the last minute. We found an easy get-a-way parking spot and began our five-hour wait.
Vendors were setting up, so we wandered around checking out booths, keeping an eye for trinkets. I scored a cool one from my alma mater. I got one of 50 Colorado State University cycling caps - for free!
Being the monsoon season, clouds were building as they normally do in the afternoons in the mountains. We hoped the riders would beat the storm.
After browsing around at everything we headed back to the bridge we had staked out and began the wait. Snowcatcher brought snowflakes to work on. It was fitting, since we were at a major ski area whose entire existence depends upon snowflakes.
We took turns leaving to hold our spot. The sky continued to darken. FLASH, RATTLE, BOOM!! Another FLASH BOOM! And another BOOM BOOM CRACKLE BOOM, this one closer. Then the deluge let loose while Zeus continued to hurl bolts. The bridge emptied in seconds and we all found a covered wall to hug, or an entry area stand to in. By the time the lightning slowed for us, the riders were descending Kebler Pass into the town of Crested Butte in similar conditions. The descent must have been an electrifying experience. The very steep climb to the ski area was about to begin. Cautiously, we returned to the bridge. Lightning was still around but not striking in earnest.
It was dark and wet when we spied our peloton beginning the climb to the ski area.
The helicopter gave away the leader's position.
Soon the leader, 22-year old Robin Carpenter, boated around the corner, 500 meters to go.
BMC rider Tejay van Garderen, in second position, in hot pursuit. Tejay took 5th overall in this year's Tour de France. He also won this race last year.
By Colorado standards, today's passes are not overly high, not exceeding 10,000 feet. However, the Kebler segment is rough and somewhat isolated. On a side note, both Kebler and McClure are to die for during the fall color explosion. I'm assuming the lower elevations allowed the helicopter to fly in the storm. Yet, although the passes are low, the surrounding peaks easily touch 13,000 feet, with several exceeding 14,000 feet in elevation.
As the final riders filtered in, so did the afternoon sun.
The last rider knocked out a tough day. He also rides with Type I Diabetes, as does his entire team!
The sweep officially concludes the race. Robin Carpenter, in the ride of his young career, held on to win the stage.
The finish line is a couple s-turns and 500 meters up from our vantage point.
We're already looking forward to next year's race too.
Adios
