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ount Saint Helens is perhaps the most well know volcano in the United States. In 1980 there was a massive eruption which basically blew the north side of the mountain off and leveled more than 200 square miles of forest land to the north. Prior to the eruption it was nearly 9800' in elevation. Now the highest point on the rim is 8365', so it blew away over 1400' of the mountain. I remember it well in the news stories of the day, as I am sure most folks over about 30 years of age do likewise. For some years the whole area was off limits, and eventually the mountain was made into a National Monument. This status is close to a wilderness designation and as a result the mountain is slowly revivifying itself without help from the Forest Service. The mountain was opened for hiking in 1987 but the number of hikers per day is limited, currently to 100. So while hardly an experience in solitude, it is still an awesome experience in a very wild and inhospitable place. See this Mount Saint Helens link for information about the mountain, including trails and climbing advice.
Preparation
y story actually starts 5 days prior to the climb. On Friday August 22, I joined the other members of my running team and we started on the 197.8 mile Hood to Coast Relay. (See: Hood to Coast page.) This event consists of 36 legs of from 4 to 7 miles and takes our team about 26 hours to complete. The aggregate distance of the 3 legs I ran was just over 20 miles. The amount of sleep is close to nil over about a 36 hour period, and the pounding and stress on the legs, feet and generally the whole body is quite substantial. Sort of like running a marathon and getting no sleep the night before of after. Nevertheless it's great fun and this is the 7th consecutive year I have run it. So ... what better way to recover from this exhausting endeavor than to climb a volcano with close to 5000' of elevation gain a few days later! Sounded good to me! I have had lots of experience over the last couple of years climbing mountains. But all of these have been in the northeast. Some of my climbs have had elevation gains of close to 5000' but generally that has occurred over several peaks, not one big one. Furthermore, the terrain I am used to is very rocky, typically rock slabs and crags of granite, and some instances of Felsenmeer, which are fields of rocks one has to scramble over (such as at the summits of Washington, Jefferson and Adams in the White Mountains). These can be quite challenging and exhausting, but they are quite different from a volcano with it's soft rock and ash. In addition, the Cascade volcanoes, especially Mount Saint Helens, are extremely dry, especially in late summer. That is almost the opposite of what you will find in the northeast. So I was prepared for a very different type of climbing experience, but I was not sure exactly what it would be like. One thing was certain, this climb would require a lot of work and a good fitness level, and I felt prepared for that.
Getting There
was planning to do this climb with 2 others from my running team and we would meet 6 others from the Seattle area who were friends and friends-of-friends. Barry, from my group, had come up with the idea of doing the climb and had reserved the required permits several months in advance. These had to be picked up (and paid for) the night before at Jack's, a small general store and restaurant about 20 miles from the mountain. Very often climbers will pick up their permits and then camp out near the trailhead so as to get an early start the next day. We opted instead to meet the folks from Seattle in Woodland, just off Route I-5, about 30 miles north of Portland Oregon. We met up with the vanguard of the Seattle group and headed out to Jack's to pick up the permits around 6:00 PM. These cost $15 per person and the money is supposed to go to support facilities and services for climbers. We had dinner there (good burgers and local beer) and then headed back the 23 miles to Woodland. The rest of the group arrived about 10:00 PM and we agreed to meet in the lobby at 5:00 AM to drive back to the mountain and get an early start. It seems all told we would be driving back and forth to Jakes 3 times. The next morning we were slightly delayed, but managed to get rolling about 5:40 AM. We got to Jack's about 6:10 AM and had to sign the register before proceding to the trailhead. This is supposed to be so they know who is on the mountain: you must sign out and sign in again when you return that night. I don't know if anyone checks this but the idea is a good one. Next we got moving again and after 12 more miles on the highway we took a series of forest service roads and finally arrived at the parking lot about 6:45. There seemed less cars there than would carry 100 hikers (the maximum permits issued) but that was fine with us since we were hoping the trail would not be too crowded. The mountain stood there in the morning mist and luckily it was not cloud covered, but we knew anything could change rapidly as far as weather was concerned. It was a rather chilly 40 something degrees, but we would warm up as soon as we got going. I set my altimeter watch to 3700' which was the elevation of the trailhead according to the map. We would have about 4500' of absolute elevation to climb.
The Approach Trail
he route consist of 2 sections: the approach trail (The Ptarmigan Trail) which climbs rather gently through forests about vertical 1100' in about 2 miles, and the Monitor Route, not really a trail, that climbs over the
I found the approach trail rather easy. They say it is graded for pack animals although I don't see what you would do with a pack animal up here. I suppose you could ride a horse up the trail, but since you couldn't get on to the mountain per se on a horse there wouldn't be much point to it. There were some nice views and tall, mature forests. I would not call it old growth, but hopefully the National Monument status will allow these trees to grow for many more years and eventually approach that status. If you didn't know you were climbing a mountain this would be a very easy walk, one you could easily do with young children. After about 1.5 miles, the trail parallels an open lava flow to the left. This was the Swift Creek Lava Flow and actually becomes the monitor ridge further up where the trail ends. (This flow is about 2000 years old and is unrelated to the recent 1980 eruption.) After about 2 miles, the trees thin out and the ground becomes rather sandy - actually it's volcanic ash. At the end of the trail one faces the steep side of the Monitor Ridge to the left, and a thin line of trees that extended a few tenths of a mile further up between two ridges. There was no transition of smaller and smaller trees with an area of krumholtz near treeline, more of an abrupt change from trees to lava. I suspect the treeline here (at about 4800') is due to the lava flows rather than the Alpine conditions. It was rather unlike the treelines I had crossed numerous times in New Hampshire and Maine.
Monitor Ridge
rom a distance, the lower part of the mountain looks like a series of rocky ridges separated by narrow valleys heading up the slope. There are a few snow fields and the remnants of small glaciers visble on the upper slopes.
Once we started up the ridge however, I realized these were not rocky ridges at all, but rather a very loose ash base with rocks (largely pumice) strewn about. The few rock scrambles we did were the easy part. The hard part was just walking in the loose ash. It seemed like for every step up, you would slide halfway back down. It was tough and tiring but rather easy from a technical standpoint. Imagine hiking up a very soft sand dune for several thousand feet. That's about it. Besides the tiring footing, as we got higher the wind and the sun started to take their toll. We had been prepared for the sun with hats, sunglasses, sunscreen, etc, and lots of drinking water, but the wind also became daunting. I would estimate the wind speed at over 40 MPH near the top of the ridge, and even higher on the final ascent of the cone. We took several breaks on the way up. We would find a rock pinnacle which would shield us from the wind but let the sun hit us to keep us from getting a chill. At one spot there were some overfed ground squirrels who
There was a small amount of vegetation but it did not at all resemble the alpine vegetation one finds above treeline in the northeast. This was a very dry desert climate.
The ridge is named after two small metal towers, one near the base and one near the top, which are used to monitor
the motion of the mountain by the use of mirrors and laser beams, so as to detect volcanic activity. Near the top
monitor we took our last break before venturing up the ash cone which had no shelter from the wind and no route
markings.
The Cone
he last 1200' of elevation was straight up the ash cone to the rim, passing between a snow field on the right and a pitifully small glacier on the left. The wind was really rather daunting and the slope was the steepest yet. It was very
I found a small rock to hide behind and put on my Frogg Toggs top as a wind breaker and pushed on up. The going was
very slow and tiring. Not least because I haven't climbed above 6200' (Mt. Washington) before and I was now between
7000' and 8000'. As I looked up the peak remained cloud free, but looking back down behind me the ridge seemed to
be covered with clouds. It was as if the clouds were following us up the ridge but never covering us. We were in
sunlight all the way to the top, but there were always clouds behind us. Magic I guess?
The RimAs I finally made it to the top and looked out there was a sea of clouds below us, perhaps at 6000' or 7000' in all directions. And there behind us was Mt. Hood peeking above the clouds and Mt. Adams off to the right and Mt. Rainier to the north over the Mount Saint Helens rim. It was eerie seeing these 3 sentinels while standing on the 4th. It was as if these Cascade volcanoes were up above the clouds conversing in their own celestial world while the rest of the world lay oblivious below the clouds. It was wonderful. The rest of our group made their way to the rim and there were lots of pictures taken all around. We had made the ascent in between 4:00 and 4:30 hours. A pretty good pace.
But the sun and wind were taking their toll and the ash was flying. Any time anyone took a step a cloud of dust would fly and cover those who happened to be down stream. After about 20 minutes it was time to get moving down.
The way down
oving down the cone was fast and furious. I almost ran down through the soft ash. I was covered from head to toe with the stuff. My feet would land a few inches below the surface as I almost ran down. Once I got to the ridge it was another story. Going down over rocks can often be just as hard and as slow as going up. In addition, my right foot started hurting - an old problem from the Bigelows in Maine from early July which I had exacerbated in running the Hood to Coast Relay (What was I thinking?)
The clouds were as illusive as ever. As we looked down the clouds seemed to cover the ridge and we expected a foggy
gloomy descent. But when we got there, the clouds seemed to disappear. Maybe it was the angle or maybe it was magic.
Look at the pictures, I'm not making this up.
We took a break at the upper monitor and again at treeline. Each part of the trip going down (except the cone) seemed longer and more tiring than going up. When we finally made our way along the easy approach trail back to the parking lot, it seemed to take forever. My foot hurt, my legs were tired and I was filthy. But I was as happy
When we got back to the cars and looked back, there was the mountain with not a cloud in the sky! Wow, how does that work?
After
hen we got to the cars, we cleaned up a little bit and stashed our packs in the trunks and then we had to return to Jack's to sign out of the register. I was almost falling asleep during this drive down in the late afternoon. We got to Jack's and signed the register but we couldn't just drive away. No, here was a place with the best local micro-brews from the area. So I had a nice cold Black Butter Porter. You know what? It woke me up for the drive back to Portland. Explain that one.
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