• Single rack with cams ranging from 0.4-3
• Small set of mid-sized nuts
• 6 alpine draws
• Two 30m/8.0mm half ropes for protecting pitches and rappelling

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Report from July 28, 2020

The car stereo clock shined brightly, reminding us how sleepy we were. It was 6 AM. Freddy, Kaitlin, and I stepped out of the SUV into the Hermit Meadows parking lot and felt the warm embrace of a rather warm early morning, uncharacteristic for Rogers Pass. This was going to be a hot one. The forecast predicted a daily high of 34C, 85% humidity, and clear skies – a perfect opportunity to escape from the heat high in the alpine where temperatures would hover around the mid-teens. We looked at the west ridge of Mt Tupper. The excitement quickly overcame the morning drowsiness.

With Freddy leading the way, we literally raced up the Hermit Meadow trail. Only Freddy, half-man, half-machine, could sustain the breakneck pace. Kaitlin and I needed breaks once in while to drink some water and wipe the sweat beading on our foreheads. Within 60 minutes, we were past the Hermit campground maintained by Parks Canada and veered off the beaten tracks, forging through raging glacier-fed streams.

We picked our way through the snowfields below the Swiss Glacier and adjacent to the Lizard Tail, a prominent moraine. On a few occasions, we post-holed through the snow cap and landed right in streams of glacial runoff. Fortunately, the warm weather would dry our boots out. Although not mandatory, I donned my crampons for the final bootpack to the Mt Tupper west ridge. My watch displayed an elevation of 2500m. Only 300m left, most of the elevation gain was done.

I switched to my incredible approach shoes, the LaSportiva TX2, and scrambled up some easy 3rd-class terrain consisting of loose chest-sized rubble. This was a nice warmup for what was waiting for us further up the ridge.

Eventually, we arrived at the base of the 4th-class section, much steeper and imposing than its mellower brethren but still straight-forward. While climbing either side of the ridge may seem like a painless option, the very crest of the ridge is the better alternative, providing straight-forward pathfinding, excellent rock quality, and a higher dose of adrenaline. The scramble led us to a prominent gendarme. Instantly recognizable from the highway below, it was named the Hermit, not to be confused with Hermit Mountain across the Swiss Glacier.

While some experienced mountaineers climb over the gendarme (5.7 pitch), we bypassed the Hermit to the south, traversing along a super-exposed sloping ledge in a hand-to-hand fashion. At this point, we opted to protect the traverse with a few well-placed nuts and cams. A series of winding ledges naturally led us to the base of the crux wall with three options:

• A beautiful 5.6+ crack pitch to the left for advanced climbers
• A 5.3 (modern 5.6) corner, well-protected, pitch to the right
• A nasty-looking 5.3 chimney to the far-right offering the least exposure

We chose to climb the 5.3 corner which ended up providing the climbing experience we sought out in the first place. It turns out the pitch felt more like a 5.6 grade.

The climb continued on and on past a few false summits and some very exposed sections. A fall here would result in our brains being splattered all over the white blanket of the Tupper Glacier.

The thrilling scramble was complemented by a couple of short low-5th pitches requiring good footing and a sure grip. Our fast progress terminated at the base of the summit tower which we scoped out for a few minutes. While the summit pitch wasn’t difficult at all (a true 5.3), we decided to pitch out a section of it seeing the insane exposure below. There’s really no pride in the mountains. Pride leads to death if not kept in check.

After faffing around with the ropes, we summited Mt Tupper (2804m). What an adventure… that wasn’t quite over yet. We were graced with a panoramic view of the Asulkan, Beaver, Connaught, and Hermit Valleys. What a sight to behold! We snapped some photos and headed back down the way we came.

Have I ever mentioned I’m a big fan of rappels to avoid sketchy downclimbs? Naturally, we rappelled off everything. We used three bolted rings at the top of the summit bench and corner pitch, as well as on the ledges below the crux pitch.

Further down, we also used some rather-questionable cordelette (tat) stringed around a horn near the hand-to-hand traverse. Fred lowered himself first. In the meantime, I was precariously perched on the very edge of the ledge, staring 400m down at the Tupper Glacier. I usually don’t get vertigo but this position was threading the fine line between discomfort and fright. All in all, we completed 5 rappels.

We ran down the west ridge of Mt Tupper as the sun was hovering above Mt Sifton. It was about 6 PM. The evening light reflecting on the white landscape was stunning.

The descent was plagued by a constant headache, mild dehydration, and much hunger. We eventually stumbled back onto the snow slopes. After a long food and water break next to a stream of melted snow, we boot skied down the hill.

After another 90 minutes of hiking down the Hermit Trail, we crawled back to the parking lot with stiff knees, aching backs, and a sense of accomplishment. This mission was a perfect blend of mountaineering and alpine climbing, exactly what I was looking for. Total trip time: 14 hours.

Route Info

13-15 h	1600 m	11.5 km	1300-2805 m

Photos

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