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Hut Skiing in Alaska Adventure at Rosie's Roost 7 MAR 2000
The blue sky lit up the Chugach Range like a neon sign. It blinked: OPEN.
As our plane cleared the Girdwood Valley, the winds smacked us around like a
redheaded stepchild. The pilot made a first pass over the landing zone on
the Eagle Glacier. "I don't like this," he murmured and turned to make
another pass. The second time around he deemed it safe enough and nosed
her
in for the landing.
"Don't dawdle," he said, as we jumped out into hip-deep snow while trying to
catch all the gear he was throwing at us. Within a minute he was gone and so was
the sun.
Soon the prospect of finding the hut assumed an epic quality. We had
three
miles to travel down the glacier to Rosie's Roost Hut. The visibility went
first, and then the wind picked up. Our 60-pound packs launched over our
heads every time we hit a wind roll the solidified waves of snow
slowed us down like speed bumps. We had landed at 3pm, but by 6pm
we
still had not found Rosie's. It was almost 7pm before we realized we were on
the wrong ridge.
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"I met up with Mike at his grandma's place in Anchorage.
He spent three days sitting on the couch watching Judge Judy with Uncle D
and visiting with his ex-girlfriend. Needless to say, he was ready to go..." |
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In an effort to shorten our climb back up, I proposed a traverse across the
gully dividing the two ridges. The cornice my ski tips were on gave way,
and
I dangled over the edge with only my left cheek and pack holding me on the
slope. There would be no shortcut.
We went around the ridges and after another three-quarters of an hour, we
found the hut buried under five feet of snow and dug furiously as the light
slowly dimmed. Darkness set in as we threw our gear inside, thanked the
higher powers (as well as the Mountaineering Club of Alaska for building
the
shelter) and broke out the whisky.
I had arrived in Alaska two weeks earlier for the first time to
participate in a ski mountaineering course with the American Mountain
Guides Association. Close to our
location, an 11,000-foot glaciated plateau to the south protected us from
major weather systems, so I had yet to experience true Alaskan weather.
Eleven guides flew into the Scandinavian Peaks Hut just
off the Matanuska Glacier. For eight days, we covered various skills such
as tour planning, rope work, crevasse rescue, and we fashioned an improvised
sled out of skis. We toured and climbed throughout the area, then skied
18 miles out to the road. The weather was mostly cold and clear with a few days
of low visibility, but nothing you would call a storm.
After the course, I met up with Mike at his grandma's place in Anchorage.
He had spent three days sitting on the couch, watching Judge Judy with Uncle D
and visiting with his ex-girlfriend, who took this time to remind Mike how
"over him" she was. Needless to say, he was ready to go that morning.
Around 10am, Alpine Air Service in Girdwood told us it was clearing, so we
hopped in the taxi with our ski boots on and headed up the Turnagain Arm
Road, dumbstruck by the vertical relief.
Our plan was to ski the Eklutna Traverse, a 40-mile traverse starting
on the Eagle Glacier with a first night at Rosie's Roost Hut, north over
Whiteout Pass to Hans Hut, down the Eklutna Glacier to Pilcher's Pirch
Hut,
then out Eklutna Lake in six days. While flying up to the Eagle Glacier,
the
Chugach Powder Guides told us their clients needed snorkels, so we were
optimistic. We knew of a small low-pressure system moving in and thinking
on
a lower-48 scale, ignorance bred enthusiasm.
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"Our maps only covered the first 10
miles, so our total distance remains a mystery." |
But after finding Rosie's Roost, we were stormbound for three days.
With the winds up to 100 miles per hour, we sipped cocktails, ate sautéed
salmon and periodically dug out the hut so we could maintain our entryway.
Rosie's Roost was built in 1968, so the place was sturdy but not insulated.
We boiled water all day to keep the heat up. Luckily there was a library,
including Chris Bonington's Everest the Hard Way, Frederick Forsyth's
The
Odessa File, last August's Cosmopolitan, and a deck of cards, which kept us from
pondering our stormy reality.
The third morning cleared briefly, giving us a sucker hole to go out
and make some turns. We dug a pit and found five feet of new snow, so we
played it safe, skied a few low-angle runs, and made it back to the hut
before the storm picked up again. That evening we prayed hard to the gods
for some fine weather. They must have looked auspiciously upon us because
the next day arrived without a cloud in the sky and another foot-and-a-half
of champagne snow. After a hasty breakfast, we promptly skinned up the
glacier and lapped a small peak a half dozen times, cold smoke following
us the entire way, before our legs were Jell-O, and we headed home.
After five days in the hut, it was time to head back to
civilization. Since the six-plus-foot snowfall left questionable avalanche
conditions on the traverse, it was no longer our ideal way out. Instead,
Mike and I headed north, down the Eagle Glacier, all the
way to the Eagle River Valley instead. Our maps only covered the first 10
miles, so our total distance remains a mystery. We skied down through
several icefalls and over a narrow gorge before finally exiting the
glacier.
What followed was a 14-mile skate and bushwhack down the old Iditarod Trail,
accompanied by moose and a wolf or two. Our necks strained as we took in
all 6,000 vertical feet of Polar Bear Peak, the most dramatic and prominent
of all its neighbors. We arrived at the Chugach State Park Eagle River
Visitor
Center only to discover that with daylight savings, clocks sprung ahead,
giving us only three hours to catch our flight back to Seattle. Mike's
uncle
picked us up and lectured us on the history of Alaska's highway
construction
and population boom. We barely listened; reflecting on our first attempt
at
Alaskan hut skiing, the hard way.... and plotting our next attempt.
Matthew Schonwald and Mike McCarthy, MountainZone.com Correspondents
Information: Rosie's Roost was built in 1968 by the Mountaineering Club of Alaska. It is located at an elevation of 3900 feet on the Eagle Glacier, about three-and-a-half miles from the toe of the glacier (18 miles from the Eagle River Visitors Center, five miles from Goat Mountain, five-and-a-half miles from Crow Pass cabin). There is no outhouse. It is an A-frame design, sleeps 8-10, no heat, two-burner Coleman cookstove, limited cookware, lantern, no beds, not insulated, no radio. Bring your own fuel, and carry out all trash. Call 907-566-4622 or email webmaster@mcak.org for more information.
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