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"Bag the Crag"
was our fitting motto for this trip.
OzeGerg was in
town from Australia, so he joined EB and I for a
nice little trip up to Mammoth Lakes for some hiking
and climbing. What will from now on be known
simply as "the day" began at 2am with a
hungry bear visiting our campsite, and ended
approximately 28 hours later at a casino in Reno,
Nevada. There was a lot of sweet stuff
sandwiched there in the middle too. Read on.
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Towering high above the
Mammoth Lakes, Crystal Crag commands attention. Looking
like a massive and solitary granite tooth, the crag's clean
lines exert a strong pull on climbers seeking a quick yet
challenging ascent. On a beautiful day in July 2002, we
decided to take our shot and "bag the crag."
Let's start at the beginning. The stated reason for the
trip was to get some friends together and celebrate my
impending transition into fatherhood. Greg (aka OzeGerg)
was in town for our third annual Tahoe beer pong tournament,
so he joined EB and I for a weekend jaunt into the high
sierra. Our trip took us to Mammoth Lakes -- one of my
favorite spots, and the place where Greg spent his childhood
vacations. We piled into my car Friday afternoon and
battled our way over the Altamont Pass and out to Yosemite.
A beautiful drive over Tioga Pass dropped us down to Mammoth
by dinnertime. Following a pizza and a few brews, we
drove up to Lake George to find a campsite. Along the
way, we saw a bear and two cubs walking along the Lake Mary
Road -- a foreshadowing of what we would see later that night.
camped at Lake George, at the base of Crystal Crag. Not
wanting my car to get thrashed by a hungry bear, we took our
food and smelly stuff out of the car. However, food
storage lockers were nowhere to be found at the campground.
We decided to take our chances and stashed the stuff nearby
and went to sleep.
sleeping soundly... snorting sounds... very nearby... what the
hell?! I finally woke up and gained my senses. I
fumbled for my flashlight and shined it in the general
direction of the sounds. Strange, I see two eyes, but no
body. Slowly I realize that the reason I do not see a
body is because it is so huge and so dark and so close that it
blends into my field of vision. "Um, hey guys, I think
we may have a significant bear issue here." After a few
tense moments, the bear became annoyed with my flashlight,
grabbed some more food, and loped off behind our campsite.
Moments later, we were back asleep. Shortly after
sunrise, we woke up to find our food gone, but our bodies, our
tent and my car fully intact. Following a breakfast at
Schat's, we returned to Lake George and started our hike.
The east and north sides of Crystal Crag are relatively
inaccessible to all except seasoned climbers. However,
the south ridge of the crag offers an interesting class 3
variation that can be followed all the way to the summit.
This was our goal.
South Ridge is accessed from Crystal Lake, a short hike uphill
from Lake George. From Crystal Lake, we climbed up a steep couloir
on the west face to the top of the ridge, then angled up to the summit just below
the ridge on its east side. The views from the top were
downclimbed to the saddle between Crystal and TJ Lakes ("unbag
the crag") and then continued up the steep face of Crystal
Bowl to the top of the Mammoth Crest. Along the way, I
paused to do a quick boot glissade below the "jaws" cornice
(which I now jokingly refer to as my 46th ski day of the
2001-02 ski season). We descended through a chute to
Crystal Lake, then picked up the trail back to Lake George.
Three dollar showers at Twin Lakes (nice!) were followed by
ice-cold beers at
Grumpy's and a gluttonous dinner at the Chart House.
Somewhere along the way, the decision was made to hit Reno, so
we paid the check, jumped in the car and pointed it north on
395. Three hours later, we were in the "biggest little
city in the world" doing what guys do when they're in Reno.
At 6am -- a full 28 hours after being awakened by the bear --
we concluded "the day" by driving back to the Tahoe Pad while
the sun rose in our rear view mirror. What a day.
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