Back in Chamonix finally and it feels amazing to finally be home, even if it is raining sideways for the moment. 4 weeks out on the glacier felt more than enough this year and whilst we didnt manage to get on our main objective it was a really fun trip with good company and relatively good weather. Spending nearly a month on Denali showed us a side of climbing that we'd never seen before: commercial expeditions and it was certainly an eye opener. But Denali also retains its wild side and its even wilder temperatures and when we left the crowds on the West Buttress we slipped back into climbing mode and finished it off with a single push ascent of the Cassin ridge on its South Face.

Sunset on Mt Hunter

Last year Will Sim and I had a battle of an expedition to Alaska. It felt like we spent 6 weeks just digging the tent out every day, and I naively just assumed that this was what Alaska was like. Thankfully I was wrong and this year Will and I returned set on trying to climb some of Alaska's test pieces. It seemed only natural to set our sites on Denali and specifically its immense south face...

Early May saw us do our usual hasty packing and head off to the UK. Cheap flights meant we had the round about route of going via Texas before flying on up to Anchorage followed by the hell of shopping for 3 weeks of food and kit on a monster jet lag.

Packing for AK, © Will Sim

A quick transfer up to Talkeetna and it was off with TAT to the Kahiltna air strip where the adventure began. Flying into the range again was exciting rather than daunting. You pass and see so many major Alaskan landmarks that you're buzzing and feel like home by the time you jump out of the plane- it also happened to be my 28th birthday that day so beers and packing of sleds ensued before an early night in preparation for the trudge up Denali the next morning.

Taking off from Talkeetna..the big three: Foraker, Denali and Hunter

Spring time!

The mighty Foraker

Will and Jon arrival at Kahiltna air strip

Our aim was to get to the 14,000ft camp as quickly as possible, which with heavy sleds and packs is quite the task. But the idea was to get there before the next weather system moves in so that at least you are acclimatising whilst its snowing outside. Our first day we pushed on up to about 9000ft where we felt exhausted and set up camp.

Will on the way to Ski Hill

Feeling pretty shattered at our first camp site

The next morning shone brightly and after a leisurely breakfast we had a much easier day of heading up to the 11,000ft camp. This year we were on our approach skis (150cm) which proved a real pain when skinning up the steeper hills with a heavy sled as there wasnt enough surface area underfoot for the weight. 

Somewhere up at 9000ft or so the next morning

The view back from our first camp site

On the way to 11 camp, Mt Hunter (LHS) and Mt Francis in the background

'Where the f*ck is 11 camp?'- its here on the topo but its since moved higher

As the climb from 11,000ft camp to the 14,000ft camp is quite a bit steeper we decided to double carry our loads up there on foot over two days.

Sunset from the 11,000ft camp

The top of Motorcycle Hill, 11,000ft camp directly behind Will. Foraker on the LHS

Windy Corner with sledges..really really lame

We had arrived pretty early in the season for the West Buttress route and 14,000ft camp was relatively deserted which meant no pre dug camp spots. I've never built a proper snow wall before with an ice saw and it definitely took it out of us just laying down two rows of the things the next day! But we were finally here and elated that that was the load carrying part of the trip over- from here on in it was fun alpine climbing with light packs...definitely something we were looking forward to.

14 Camp finally! Essential to have a food tent (green one) and a living tent


If anyone wants to sponsor me with an unbreakable solar panel that would be great...this happens every time

The sunset over Crosson and Foraker from 14 camp

The weather turned very windy above 14 camp (this was when the much reported first deaths of the season occurred- we spent alot of time with the climber who had decided not to summit when the rescues were going on which was a very sobering time for all at 14 camp) so we spent about 3 days eating and acclimatising before we started the first of many little day forays up to higher altitude. Our first trip was simply heading up to the next camp (17,000ft) and drinking tea in the sun for a few hours before heading back down. Our short time up at 17 camp confirmed our decision not to spend any time sleeping up that high- the camp is exposed and much colder than 14 camp...which was definitely cold enough! The views from up there though are pretty spectacular.

On the scenic ridge above 14 camp (which is below on the flat glacier). Hunter on LHS, Foraker on RHS

Mt Hunter

Hero shots. 14 camp below, Hunter on the left and Foraker on the right

View from 17 camp, 14 camp just visible below. Hunter LHS, Foraker RHS. (32 shot stitch!)

Hero shots with Foraker in the background

Descending down to 14 camp. If you look really closely you can spot a serac fall in the distance

That day two friends from Chamonix, Magnus Kastengren and Andreas Fransson, arrived at 14 camp and the following day myself, Will and Magnus headed up to the West Rib cut off. A nice short day out and a hair raising ski back down on approach skis (hard pack snow with ice) saw us getting psyched for a summit bid. 

Foraker in all its shrouded glory

On the West Rib cut off. Foraker and Hunter in background

Magnus on the West Rib cut off

However the winds were still strong up high so we headed up the Rescue Gully to Denali pass.

Magnus and Will in rescue gully

Will at the top of Rescue Gully

A couple of days later and the winds finally forecasted low (I say 'low' but 30mph winds that high up at that latitude is still really horrible!), and so we started off at about 10am from 14 camp and trudged up the West Buttress route. 6 hours later and we were enjoying the views from America's highest peak.

On top of the Kahiltna Horn

Almost there


Stitch pan from the summit

Our last foray was up the upper West Rib to the Football Field for which Magnus joined us.

Stitch shot of Magnus on the upper West Rib

Magnus and Hunter

Strong winds whipping over the summit

Magnus and Will getting to the end of the rock section

Now for the interminable snow slope....

Magnus reaching the Football field

Our final step in our acclimatisation involved having a go at single pushing the Cassin on the South Face from 14 camp. Andreas and Magnus left about 6 hours before us meaning that we had a great track down the Seattle Ramp which was awesome as it was a total whiteout so many thanks to them. I managed to have a bit of a spastic moment on the descent though by putting my foot through a crevasse and puncturing my calf with my other crampon point which hurt like hell and wasnt a good start to the biggest front pointing day of my life...

Will on the Seattle Ramp

Not a good way to start the route

We got to the base of the route at about 7.30pm and brewed up and got psyched for the route ahead.

Myself enjoying our last brew stop for ages. © Will Sim

The Japanese couloir proved a bit of a slow start with hard ice for half its length making progress slow but once up on the Cowboy arete we made good use of the track Magnus and Andreas had just put in before catching up with them at the first rock band. 

Start of the Japanese couloir

Feeling fresh for the last time for a while

Myself on the 'crux' of the Japanese couloir

Will on the Cowboy arete with the setting sun on Foraker

On the hanging snow field

Magnus and Andreas on the first rock band

The first and second rock band past without incident and we stopped for a brew stop on a huge ledge just on top of the second rock band. We'd brought with us a freeze dried meal to eat half way up so we could get rehydrated and well fed before doing the last section but this was where we realised that the gas canister had blocked up with ice meaning no food or water. This was a bit of a problem as we only had a litre of water each with us (we had another as well but it was freezing cold which is best left alone when you yourself are freezing cold!).

Grim realisation jetboil=no water

So we crawled out of our bothy bag and got on with the massive trudge up to the top of the route. Having left at night it was starting to get really cold this high up the mountain and a fresh breeze meant that even in down jackets and moving constantly it was pretty chilly. This part of the route just morphed into a blur of trail breaking and steady progress into thinner and colder air. 

Feeling the strain at sunrise

Still a long way to go and really feeling it now

As we approached the summit a strong wind started to whip over the mountain and a horrible looking snow plume was flying off the top. If you've ever experienced the bitter wind high up on Denali you will understand the feeling of dread that crept over me- I was tired, very cold, oxygen deprived, and very dehydrated and the thought of taking that wind and snow full on was almost terrifying. In the topo it says that you can circumvent under the summit and arrive at the Football Field which seemed like the best option at the time but turned out to be a further waste of time and energy. 300 feet below the summit and I'd never felt so wiped out in my life, even this simple snow slpoe seemed impossible but somehow we arrived at the top of the Kahiltna Horn. The true summit of Denali is just along the ridge from the Kahiltna Horn but nothing seemed less appealing than that- losing height and getting warm was very high on the priorities! 

Myself feeling totally spent just below the top. The lip of the plateau in the distance is the football field. © Will Sim

A brief stop at 17 camp and the rangers kindly let us get in a tent to de-freeze the gas canister...water never tasted so good. The sun had risen by now and the lower we got the warmer and more oxygen rich it got so that by the time we arrived back at 14 camp we felt relatively good but psyched for some food having not eaten since lunch 24 hours before hand. 

Roundtrip from 14 camp we covered 9470ft of ascent and descent in a time of 21.55 hours.

As for the Cassin speed 'record' i'll just paste in what I have said before hand as I dont think there is much to say.

Heading into the base of one of the world’s biggest faces and onto one of America’s most famous climbs was a little daunting with just a day pack to say the least but we managed to top out in 14 hours and 40 minutes. However we benefited from a track up to the first rock band from two Swedish friends before we over-took them and we topped out on the Kahiltna Horn (20,000ft), not the summit of Denali proper (20,320ft). The 15 hour Mugs Stump record from 1991 was also done to the Kahiltna Horn and with a track in but from the pure ethics side Colin Haley and Bjørn-Eivind Årtun did the Cassin last year to the summit and with no track in 17 hours so they hold the real record. In todays’ climbing world it’s actually more daunting doing something like this and opening yourself up to a barrage of criticism than actually doing the climb itself so those are the simple facts.

Time was starting to run out a bit for us and the weather forecast was looking decidedly mixed for the future so we decided to base ourselves out of Kahiltna Base Camp for logistics reasons. We had wanted to get on the South Face of Denali again for a harder route but the weather wasn't letting up, and a few days of rain down at Kahiltna saw our second option of the Infinite Spur on Foraker also disappear from our grasps. With continuous lows forecasted for the next week we decided to fly out rather than get stuck at the airstrip which was gutting for both of us as we didn't get to have a crack at our main objectives. There is always next year...

Planes were grounded at the airstrip for 24 hours due to bad weather

Back in Talkeetna with Magnus and Andreas and it was the usual two days of heavy partying and drinking.

This still left us with two days spare before our flight home and Bryan Friedrichs was kind enough to put us up in Anchorage and lend us a car and bikes (thanks Clint!) and so we headed off for some very Spring time skiing in the Chugach. Now it doesnt sound very exciting after Denali but what an awesome way to end the trip. Strapping our approach skis onto our packs and cycling into the base of the 1500ft(?) S-couloir of Ptarmigan was a pretty new experience. It was Spring time all around apart from in the couloir which still had a good amount of snow and a boot track...awesome! We climbed up to the top and after enjoying the summit view skied down 45 degree corn snow to the bikes whooping all the way.

Biking in with skis on back, a real novelty

Part way up the couloir. © Will Sim

Will getting back into the summer mood just below the summit

Myself enjoying some jump turns in Spantiks and approach skis...they rock. © Will Sim

So here's to next year and everyone we met up on Denali