Gothic Mountain does not go unnoticed in Crested Butte. It’s powerful appearance dominates the sky from so many other mountains. The east face is easily seen from the ski area:
Photo taken December 2008
Who: Brittany and Frank
What: Gothic Mountain Ascent on south face, descent on west.
Thunk, thunk, thunk. That’s the noise my crampons were making. It’s the kind of noise that brings me confidence. It’s the noise they make as they sink in solidly onto the icy snow. I looked down below me. I was reminded of the July day 3 seasons ago when I didn’t bring crampons and went sliding several hundred feet down the mountain. But, this day, I had crampons. And it was good to have them on again.
I looked at my watch. Only 9:30 am, and we were over half way up the mountain. We were making good time. My mind flipped a switch. I wondered how Obama was doing in front of the million or so people watching his inauguration. Wow, Obama was being inaugurated while we were climbing a mountain I’d been wanting to ski for 3 years. It was a good day.
The bootpack was enjoyable. Supportive snow made it easy, like walking up stairs to the top of the mountain. Enjoying the calm day, beautifully clear blue skies, and with plenty of time to spare, we decided to summit, even though our line didn’t require it.
Within view of the summit, we stopped to admire two things: The perfect looking snow dropping into the East bowl (sloping right in this picture), and the mountain goat tracks which graced the cornice- showing where the creature had taken a little cornice huck himself only to climb back to the ridge.
And I had fun too
I wished every day could be like this. But, I suppose the not-so-good days make you appreciate the good days even more. Today couldn’t have been more perfect. On our way out we took a moment to take one more look at Gothic.
It was the kind of day that was so good, I was sad for it to end. Hopefully, there are still many more good days like this yet to come this season