Glacier Peak: The Long and Winding Route, 1985


In 1985 Dana Hansen and I set off to climb Glacier Peak. Rather than making one of the long overnight approaches, we decided to turn the climb into a long backpack trip. We used the classic, 101 Hikes in the North Cascades by Ira Spring and Harvey Manning to plan our trip. After studying the various options we decided to approach the peak from the south. The Caddy Pass to White Pass entry in the guidebook was the clincher as the authors pointed out:

Some argue this is the most beautiful segment of the entire Cascade Crest Trail. Certainly it offers one of the longest gentle meadow walks anywhere in the range. Where else can hikers wander at and above timberline a dozen miles, seldom dropping or climbing more than a few hundred feet, never with any difficulties, and always with a view?”

With that type of endorsement, on August 14th we packed and drove to the Little Wenatchee Ford Campground at three thousand feet, hoisted our packs and hiked to Caddy Pass and the crest of the Cascades in five miles. We turned north and followed the Cascade Crest Trail (a.k.a. Pacific Crest Trail) north toward Lake Sally Ann which was another five miles away. Along the way we encountered a man on a mountain bike, the first I one I ever encountered in the mountains. The rider was perturbed because he said a Forest Service Ranger had tried to give him a ticket. (He was, after all, in the Glacier Peak Wilderness.) We continued along the trail, making a short detour to climb Skykomish Peak, 6,368 feet, to take in the view. The guidebook’s description of the scenery was spot on.

A pioneer of the mountain biking movement.

Hiking along the Cascade Crest Trail.

Our first view of Glalcier Peak.

Skykomish Peak.

Glacier Peak from Skykomish Peak.

Johnson Mountain.

Approaching Lake Sally Ann.

Lake Sally Ann was a beautiful camping spot and so we decided to keep our camp and day hike on Day Two. From the lake we hiked north toward Blue Lake. We scrambled up the three peaks surrounding the lake, Johnson Mountain, 6,721 feet, June Mountain, 5,964 feet and Peak 6562, 6,562 feet. The vast majority of our route was above treeline will great views, especially of our ultimate goal, Glacier Peak. All three peaks were Class 2 ascents. We hike 14 miles by the time we returned to Lake Sally Ann.

On Day Three we broke camp and hiked to White Pass, 5,900 feet, where we found a nice campsite. After setting up camp we climbed Kodak Peak, 6,121 feet and White Mountain, 7,030 feet. We hiked nine miles total this day. Interestingly as we sat on White Mountain looking at Glacier Peak, we saw a jet fighter fly up the peak’s eastern slope, do a barrel roll over the summit and then dive down the peak’s western slopes. (Clearly, this was a lot more invasive of wilderness values than the mountain biker.)

White Pass ahead.

Looking east from White Pass.

The summit of White Mountain with his Majesty King Marmot ruling.

Indian Head Mountain from Johnson Mountain. I am not sure why we did not climb this one we walked right by it.

Blue Lake.

Day Four was our summit day. Our route from White Pass took us north over Peak 7739, 7,739 feet, to the White Chuck Glacier. We crossed the glacier roped up as there were plenty of visible crevasses and who knows how many hidden ones. From the glacier we started up the south ridge, climbing over the shattered rock sub peak know as Disappointment Peak, 9,755 feet and then on to the summit of Glacier Peak, 10,541 feet. Glacier Peak is perhaps the most outstanding of the Cascade volcanic peaks because of a combination of its wilderness setting and classic shape.

Glacier Peak from White Mountain. Disappointment Peak is the minor nob below and to the right of Glacier’s summit.

Why not? This peak is a stunner.

As we sat on the summit enjoying a rest, I heard a roar. I reached for my camera but, alas, I was too late. As a Navy A6 fighter jet did a barrel roll right over us and disappeared down the mountain in a proverbial flash. The two pilots in an A6 sit side by side and I could clearly see both of them as the plane was no more than 20 feet above us. I guess this is the most unusual encounter I have ever had on a mountain summit.

Approaching Peak 7739.

It is a long way from White Pass to the start of the climb.

Dana negotiating the rocky summit block of Disappointment Peak.

Looking back down our route of ascent. Disappointment Peak is on the left.

Crossing the White Chuck Glacier.

The White Chuck Glacier from the south.

Looking back down the route.

A couple of objective mountaineering hazards.

Because we had started a little late, gained more than 5,500 feet on our ascent and walked nearly eight miles, taken time to rope up, put on and take off our crampons as we made the ascent and spent nearly two hours on the summit, we needed to make tracks back to camp before the sun set. On the way back we got a little bit off course and by the time we corrected my error it was starting to get dark. As the light faded completely away our headlamp battery died. I kept a heading toward the western glow and we soon came across a use trail and then a tent. I recognized the tent as belonging to a couple of hikers we met the day before. By this time I was beginning to doubt my route finding abilities so I asked the occupants to clarify if we were going in the right direction. They confirmed that the use trail would lead us back to White Pass. So, we stumbles along the poor tread till we reached camp. When we pulled into camp we were exhausted by nevertheless broke out the schnapps and celebrated our success.

A sign at the beginning of the Poet Ridge.

Day Five was another long day. We climbed Portal Peak, 6,999 feet, and hiked to Kodak Saddle in about 12 miles. I really don’t remember much about the day other than it was our fifth straight day of perfect, cloudless weather. We set up camp on the saddle and decided to hike out via Poet Ridge the next day. The guidebook had described the Poet Ridge route as “mostly without tread” but “traversing open highlands.” As an added incentive for taking this route, the ridge included several peaks we could ascend along the way.

On our final day we awoke to low clouds and damp air. By the end of breakfast, it was misting. We started down Poet Ridge, first climbing over Peak 6052, 6,052 feet. So far we had found a decent tread but as we dropped off the peak the tread disappeared and the clouds descended cutting visibility too less than 20 feet. So much for the “open highlands.” We followed the ridge for a while until the clouds opened up and the rain started to dampen our spirits. We then decided to give up on the remaining peaks and dropped off the ridge to descend to the Little Wenatchee River Trail. The line we chose dropped two thousand feet on steep slopes with some poor footing but when we arrived at the trail, we felt we made the right decision. Our hike out dropped more than three thousand feet in ten miles.

The upper Poet Ridge on a good weather day.

following Poet Ridge while the trail lasted.

It is getting ready to rain.

Our hike took in 11 peaks, 10 if you do not count Disappointment Peak which is no more than a bump on Glacier Peak’s south ridge and crossed 70 miles. We started and ended our hike at 3,000 feet and reached a high point of 10,541 feet. I have not added up total elevation gain. I was young then and that seemed irrelevant.

The end.