Tim Jones: Mount Marcy -- on skis
Back in December, I wrote about my dream of standing on the highest peaks of New York and New England in winter.
On Jan. 3, I checked Mount Greylock in Massachusetts off the list. Since then, when I've had time to climb, bad conditions have interfered, and when the weather and snow have been good, I haven't had the time.
Finally, my buddy, David, and I set a date for a trek up Mount Marcy (5,344 feet) in New York, and hoped the weather would cooperate. It did.
Here's the problem with Marcy: The summit is almost seven miles and 3,200 feet up from the nearest road. Being cautious by nature, in winter, on trails we didn't know, on a mountain we'd never tackled, it just made sense to hire a guide. Dan Sandberg, manager of the Eastern Mountain Sports Climbing School, (www.ems.com) made the climb much safer, more fun and taught us a lot.
We discussed our options with Dan before leaving for the Adirondacks. Snowshoes would be slow, safe and reliable. We could also use light-weight touring skis and carry snowshoes for the steeps. But, because David and I are both experienced Alpine skiers, Dan suggested AT skis and skins (see below), arguing the relative speed (and fun) of sliding downhill might balance the extra effort needed to skin up. We chose the AT option, recognizing that we might not make the top.
We hit the trail from Heart Lake (elevation 2,180 feet) early on Sunday morning. The trail is flat to Marcy Dam, a good warmup. From there, it starts to climb, gradually at first, then with many steeper spots, some scary-steep. Even though you slide rather than lift your ski with each step, that much climbing, over that much distance, is a workout.
We eventually passed Indian Falls and topped out on a flat spot about 900 vertical feet below the summit. The view from there shows the whole half-mile of trail ahead, which follows a ridgeline above an open bowl. The final crest is exposed, wind-blown, icy and rocky. We had traction cleats in our packs in case we got that far.
All the way up, despite frequent refueling, I'd been watching my internal power meter drop with each step and calculating how much energy it would take to ski down those very narrow trails. I also looked at my watch and decided that the time it would take to reach the summit would have us completing a death-march out in the final moments of daylight -- or later. Finally, despite preventative efforts, I'd developed blisters on both heels.
Eating lunch, admiring the view of the trail ahead (and the 900 feet left to climb), I decided I wasn't going to chance it. David had made the same calculations for himself and reached the same conclusion.
So we didn't make the summit ... so what? Marcy will still be there next winter and I'm already planning how and when I want to do it. Life isn't a spectator sport. Get out and enjoy!
The downhill challenge
The higher we skinned up Marcy, the clearer if became that the ski down was going to be more challenging than the skin up. Controlling your speed on steep, narrow trails is tough enough if you've ridden a lift up, let alone when you've tired out your legs by climbing up over 2,200 vertical feet (that's more than many "large" alpine areas offer).
In many spots, the trail was only four to six feet wide, bumpy and uneven, with rocks and trees on both sides. Letting yourself go too fast was an invitation to disaster, and if you hit a tree in the backcountry, there's no friendly ski patroller close by to haul you out on a toboggan. So it was up to us to keep ourselves safe.
For the more moderate pitches of the descent, we kept the skins on our skis, which actually helped slow them down. But skins on meant losing a large degree of edge control and the ability to sideslip. So it was a tradeoff, and we took the skins off to ski the steeper spots.
Controlling speed on the steeps without skins meant snowplowing, skidding sharp, quick, short-radius turns (much like skiing bumps) and stopping often. In other words, you did whatever you could to slow down, whenever you had space. What I really wanted was a parachute -- but that would have gotten tangled in the trees.
No matter how good you are on Alpine terrain, even in the bumps, this is a different skill set and one that needs practice. By the time we were halfway down, we were just getting the hang of it enough to relax and really enjoy the ride.
Dan told us he'd normally ease his guiding clients into backcountry skiing with a day on milder terrain before tackling Marcy. In retrospect, that probably would have been a good idea for us, too. Next time.
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