It’s rough making a trip to climb a mountain and to return without ever seeing the mountain. The weather this past weekend was just unforgivably bad. There were short moments where the sun broke through the fog and we could see ten feet beyond where we stood, but we never caught a glimpse of Glacier Peak and only got as far as White Chuck Glacier.
On Friday, we got off a slightly late start because Fraser and Daniel had to work, but they did leave early enough that we were on the road by 4. Traffic was already building by then but the sun was shining and we were damned happy. Then after an hour and a half, the clouds started rolling in, and by the time we stopped for food before heading to the trailhead, the sky was dumping rain.
We got to the trailhead around 7:30 and groaned because the rain was not letting up. Just getting out of the car, to grab our packs and put on our boots, got us good and soaked.The chilly night air wasn’t exactly bringing joy to our lives either.

It was completely dark out by the time we got on the trail. We knew our destination, Mackinaw Shelter, was 5.3 miles away with a mere 1000ft elevation gain, so we estimated it would take us 2.5 hours to get there. It took us exactly 2.5 hours. It was a little after 10 p.m. and everyone else was in their tents fast asleep so we tried to be somewhat quiet in the drunk bastard sneaking in the house sort of way, which is to say we stumbled around in the dark, tripped over some shit and cursed loudly. There were pots and pan strewn all around the shelter and inside the shelter hung what looks like a hundred food bags. I told my buddies that there had to be an Ewok village camping in the area.
We tried to find a spot furthest from all the tents to set up camp and ended up in the middle ground. Fraser dropped his pack and found some rum to help warm us up. We drank a bit and started pitching our tents. Fraser rummaged through his stuff, gasped in surprise and said something to Daniel who started laughing his ass off. Daniel came over and told me Fraser forgot his tent so there’s a possibility that the two of them might have to share Daniel’s tiny 2 man tent. I commented that if they wanted to have gay sex, they should just go right ahead and not make up shoddy excuses for that. Luckily Fraser brought his rainfly which could be pitched as a freestanding shelter, which didn’t help as much in blocking out the cold and would be worthless if rain started collecting underneath him, but it held.
Fraser is our most veteran backpacker, but in his recent effort to go extremely lightweight backpacking, he keeps leaving important things out, one time it was gas for cooking…another time it was water, now he forgets his tent altogether.
The rain slowed to a drizzle and I slept like a rock. I slept so well I didn’t want to get out of bed the next morning.

I stayed in until I heard Fraser and Daniel chatting with the leaders of the Ewok village. It turns out they were part of a wilderness school (NOLS), with 2 people leading a pack of 9 boys. There were a couple other smaller parties at this small camping area which lead to the ending of Star Wars feel.
We ate some breakfast and packed up. The rain had slowed down considerably, which made packing much less painful but a wet tent does add weight to my already stupid heavy pack. I had around 39lbs at the start of the trip, with the extra rain weight; I probably carried 40lbs for most of the trip, which was back breaking. From that camp we started climbing toward White Chuck Pass, and what a climb it was. The weather started like it could be sunny, but as we climbed, it turned to rain then around 5000ft, the rain turned to frozen pellets. Depending on the moment, sometimes we could see a bit across the valley other times we could barely see ten feet in front of us.

As we got closer to the pass, the wind started picking up and it hurled ice pellets at our face while trying to topple us over constantly. We got to the top of the saddle where we had to drop down into to get to the basin (our next camping destination) before White Chuck Glacier. We stood at the top of the saddle for a moment wondering if we read the map wrong because the path down was ridiculously steep and we couldn’t exactly see that far ahead of us with the thick fog. We eventually figured that we were on the correct path and we simply had to drop down the steep path made up of loose scree (I think we all thought about what hell it would be to try to go back up this scree, but didn’t want to give it too much thought).
After we got in the basin, we wandered around to look for a good camp spot. Everything that was damp from the rain the night before was now frozen solid. I was feeling extremely cold and instead of properly fighting it off by cooking some warm food, I set up tent, had some drinks and cookies and went to bed. Snow was sticking due to the coldness.

Warm bed…nice. Fraser was a bit annoyed that both Daniel and I decided to bunk down early instead of staying up to eat and chat…we were hoping to get some rest and if the weather was decent the next day, we could make an attempt for summit.
The weather was far from decent the next day. It was soooo cold I did not want to crawl out of my warm cocoon.

It snowed on us on and off throughout the night and that stayed with us late into the next morning. Randomly the sun would peek out for a minute like it would make a break for it, then the fog would roll back in for a good ten minutes. It continued like that for the remainder of the day. None of us knew the route or mountain well enough to make a summit attempt with that kind of weather. We sighed a lot, made some breakfast and discussed our options.

In the end, we decided to do a little day hiking up to White Chuck Glacier to at least check out the path for our future trip out, then pack and leave.
The day hike was a nice stretching of feet without a pack. Visibility remained an on/off issue during our short hike which made us happy with our choice to not make a summit attempt.

I was still a bit miffed at the weather backhanding us like that, but what can ya do?The area around the glacier felt like we could have been on the moon…there were just ice, foggy lakes, gushing rivers and rocks.

After wandering around for a couple miles, we went back to our camp and tried to motivate our frozen asses to pack.
Then we had to climb back up that wall of hell that we fell down from.

Ugh, did that wall ever suck.

Still, after that wall, it was only 11 miles or so of running back out. We took a short sugar break back at the shelter, I checked my watch, it was 5:57p.m. I figured it would take us 2 hours to get out. The last mile out was so hard, I was slowly going crazy with only my watch to keep me in check. We got to the trailhead at exactly 2 hours.
God that was a good trip, but I definitely need to work on getting my pack weight down. Ideally a person should carry 1/4 their weight…maybe 1/3 at most…I weigh 108-110, so I should try to keep it 36 lbs or below. The idea is that your leg is used to carrying your weight, so you shouldn’t go too much more than a certain fraction of it. Trust me, every single pound beyond 36 lbs was felt.
It’s too bad it’s already fall and the weather has not been improving, else I would probably call in sick just to make another attempt at this…alas, this probably will not happen until next summer. Still, if you like a good dose of pain, I highly recommend this place.
Slide of hike here.