Pakistan Winter Sport - 1 of 6

Sa'eeda from Marrakech!

I just got down from an incredible ski traverse of the High Atlas Mountains.

My team was an international group of friends working on two different film projects. Representing the States we had Kim Havell and myself, from Canada we had Chris Rubens and Dave Mossop and from France Jordi Montserrat. Dave was the lead filmer for our group covering a segment for next years Salomon Freeski.tv and for the next film put out from the Rocky Mountain Sherpas. We spent 10 days linking six 4,000 meter peaks with some great ski runs across several valley miles of terrain. We finished the odyssey in the village of Zawiyat Ahansal where I said goodbye to my friends and I stayed in the village with my wife Cloe and my daughter Noor. We are now back in Marrakech enjoying our time together taking in the incredible history and culture of this ancient crossroads city.

Unfortunately we have little time to sight-see as Cloe is finishing this season's work on the igherm restoration project in Zawiyat Ahansal in the Central High Atlas. And me? Well I'm loving every second with Cloe and Noor before headed in early May to Norway's Svalbard Islands at over 80 degrees north in the Arctic Ocean. EmiloPrevitali, Jamie Laidlaw and I will explore the fjords of this northern arctic land of 24 hr sunlight in search of first descents! Our only hope now is that the prevailing continental winds pick up and clear out the ash plume from the Ejfjallajokul volcano. Inshallah!

I'm in the middle of editing the photos and will be posting more on the High Atlas traverse but first I wanted to share some stories from my recent North Face winter climbing and ski trip to Shishmal, Pakistan with Herve Barmasse from Valle de Aosta in Italy and Eneko Pou from the Basque country of Spain, and two other friends Oscar Gogorza also from Spain and Marco Cavana from Italy. 

Visiting this remote northern village, near China and surprisingly close to Afghanistan, was a rare opportunity to travel back in time to a community and culture that remains largely untouched by the political chaos surrounding them. Shimshal is one of the great mountain towns of the world and home to many of the high altitude porters that are so critical to every expedition throughout the Karakorum. We were fortunate to be able to spend time teaching advanced climbing and mountain rescue techniques at the local climbing school to not only men but women as well!

The trip was complicated by a tremendous landslide that completely blocked the Hunza River, cutting off our village from the rest of the world. At the end of the trip, as the weather deteriorated, the helicopters provided by the Aga Khan foundation couldn't fly and we waited and waited and even tried in vain to forge an alternative path around the lake and over what proven to be impassable terrain. As I write this, engineers are trying to find a way to release the waters that are rising over 2 feet per day in order to avert what could be a natural disaster of tremendous magnitude for tens of thousands of residents downstream.

Being the one behind the camera most of the time, I'll leave the words to Herve along with some video clips from this once-in-a-lifetime experience. This short clip is the first of several I'll be posting from the Shimshal experience as I can find the bandwidth to get them uploaded from here in northern Africa.

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

1. Arrival - 2010 Pakistan Winter Expedition from Kristoffer Erickson on Vimeo.

Ma'a Salaama for now,

Kris, Cloe and Noor

Departure: Shimshal Valley, Pakistan

Along with The North Face Athletes Herve Barmasse and Eneko Pou I will travel to the Shimshal Valley of Pakistan on January 17 where we will spend three weeks exploring this region's virgin ice climbing and ski mountaineering potential.  I will be documenting the trip for The North Face in both still photo and video format.

My cameras are in hand and ready for another adventure...

The North Face Expedition Press Release

“Every stone, every possible ice line and snow descent will be the aim of the North Face athletes,” says expedition leader Herve Barmasse, of this winter-sports exploration of the Shimshal Valley and it’s surrounding peaks in the Karakoram Range of northern Pakistan. Few climbers have visited this region of Baltistan in the cold season, but those who have trekked there in summer report spectacular waterfalls gushing down from the high peaks. In winter, these waterfalls will be frozen, offering enormous potential for first ascents on ice and mixed terrain. Equally untapped is the opportunity for exploration by ski and snowboard, in powder-filled couloirs and on the flanks of peaks as high as 7000 meters. They’ll even be on the lookout for bouldering around their glacier-based camps.

Integral to this quest for pushing the limits of alpine sports is the desire to interact with the Balti villagers who inhabit these mountains. A hamlets of subsistence farmers, the Shimshal valleyis a place where people exist  as close as one can to the earth and have lived this way of life for centuries. These Islamic folk have mastered the art of surviving the sub-zero Karakoram winters, and Herve’s team hope to learn from them. The team intends to offer something in return as well, by resuming the work of the Shimshal Climbing School, which North Face athlete Simone Moro started in 2008. This school teaches modern mountaineering skills to the local villagers who frequently work as high-altitude porters on climbing expeditions, and Herve and team will provide a training course during their visit.

This international team presents a unique array of talents. Herve Barmasse is a famous guide and alpinist from Italy, whose ascents in Patagonia are legendary; Kris Erickson, from the US state of Montana, is an alpinist, ice climber and big-mountain skier whose documentary work has appeared in publications worldwide; and, Eneko Pou is one of Spain’s top sport climbers, recently completed a quest to free climb a big wall on each of the seven continents.



Skiing in the Far, Far, West of Nepal

I recently returned from six weeks traveling in one of the most remote corners of Nepal with skiers Jamie Laidlaw and Kip Garre, and freelance writer Devon O’Neil. Our plan was to attempt an alpine style ascent and premier ski mountaineering descent of our permitted virgin peak. I was looking for an experience that would take everything I had learned during my past trips to Nepal but I had no idea of the challenges that were ahead of us.

 

The Bajhang District is located in what Nepali people call the “far, far, west” and borders India and Tibet. We had very limited and rough information about what mountains were in the area and what had been explored previously was even less known. Less than half a dozen expeditions had visited the region in the forty years since the highest peak Mt. Saipal was climbed. The mountains we visited were lower and more obscure, 5-6000m mountains that were mostly unnamed on maps. When the Nepalese ministry issued us our expedition permit they asked us for our caravan route showing that they also knew very little about this group of peaks within the region and had no idea of how we were suppose to arrive to the permitted mountain.

 

In the past few years Bajhang has recently returned to peaceful times after enduring ten long years of continuous conflict with Maoists. Despite the Maoists’ hostilities against the government’s military, many people in this poor region supported their cause to bring more equality to the poor. It goes without saying that tourism in the region is something that doesn’t exist. 

Update on Wednesday, November 18, 2009 at 4:35PM by Kristoffer Erickson

Going Deep (Part 2 of Skiing Rakse Peak in Nepal’s Bajhang District)

 

This was my first trip to Nepal where I had the opportunity to start at nearly sea level, in the jungle on the southern border with India, and then cross the entire country from the south to the north. We flew from Kathmandu to Dhangadi and followed one of the only roads leading north into the mountains. The road accessing the Bajhang district capital of Chainpur had just recently opened but seasonal rains had only just begun to finish their normal pounding and much of the road was periodically closed. Two thirds of the way to Chainpur we encountered ruts stacked two feet deep that quickly defeated our Mahindra jeep’s four wheel drive. At this point the jeep returned and we were forced to finish the remaining day and half sandwiched in the front of the lorry that carried our equipment. Nine deep in the front of a tractorish truck, crawling along one of the worst roads in the world is not what I had envisioned for access to this remote spot on the globe but I was grinning the whole way, well most of the way.  We had a massive infestation of bed bugs during the night we spent in the berg of Deura and during that sleepless night I had a less positive expression on my face. As with many adventures to the Himalaya they start off comfortable and quickly become the harsher reality of third world travel. This one started with airplanes, moved to comfortable vehicles and over night descended into the comforts of our bug free lorry, a steel box 10 feet wide and five feet tall that housed a large engine compartment in the middle, the driver and two people sitting in the passenger seat, plus a bench along the back wall of the cab that held the five of us.

 

Our adventure started during the last days of Dashain, the most famous Hindi holiday, which only added to our complicated logistics since most locals were not interested in work even if they made as much money in a week as they would make working for four months. Eventually, porters were hired to help carry our supplies what was suppose to be a five day trek to base camp near the Tibetan border. We were now our core team of four plus Padam and Santos, our kitchen staff for the expedition, and the 30 porters we needed for transporting our equipment, food, fuel, tents, skis and everything else we would need for the expedition.

Walking north out of Chainpur we followed the Seti river most of the way into the mountains and to its headwaters located on the border with Tibet where we eventually waded across to reach the base of Rakse Peak. The second day we arrived in Talkot and a torrential downpour covered every inch of Bajhang and didn’t let up for a total of four days. The storm caused flooding in areas where the newly constructed road was no match for the raging rivers. In the high peaks snow began stacking up, floodwaters were coming down, bridges needed rebuilt and sections forged; it was just the type of adventure I had hoped to find.

Despite the sun shining again and the extra day of rest we had taken two days prior to reaching Dhuli, the last village before the mountains, when the porters arrived they were done.  With conditions at an all time low our porters decided that they would go no further than the village of Dhuli. Despite being only a few days’ walk from Chainpur none of the porters had been to this part of the region and they would only go beyond with pay of time and a half. As it turns out, most of the people in Dhuli had not been to Chainpur either. Those from Dhuli mostly trade to the north for goods that arrive from Tibetan markets. These markets were reported to be several days further north and near the original location we had hoped would provide our base camp. The village of Dhuli is still two full days of walking, several river crossings and thousands of feet of vertical relief from the real mountains.  We had been dropped in the forest miles from the peaks we had come to ski and climb and were now wondering what to do? Dhuli was base camp!

 

Update on Monday, November 23, 2009 at 3:57PM by Kristoffer Erickson

“Ka Gar ne”, what to do in Nepali

(Part 3 of Skiing Rakse Peak in Nepal’s Bajhang District)

We burned several days early in the trip as a result of our flights, trucks and porters not going as planned. We were camped low in the forest on the banks of the mighty Seti, still days from the mountains. Our original intention of being able to climb and ski a virgin peak wouldn’t be a reality unless we pressed into the mountains and we could not afford to move our whole camp in the little time remaining. Like most issues we faced on the trip thus far, our current situation was just the last conundrum that needed to be overcome. Our first attempt was to find new skiing objectives that might work given our time and location. We knew there was a 6400m peak that was, as the crow flies not far.

We set out on a recon trip carrying our gear in hopes we could reach the base of the new peak. Several hours of walking led us to the confluence of the Seti and a side tributary. The trail went cold, the brush thickened and our progress was again stopped. This side tributary was the key to accessing the neighboring peak except that the entire river was stuffed into a granite gorge and without major rigging we wouldn’t be able to ascend the raging river gorge. Options quickly faded with each new setback. Another day was burned without moving closer and I began to feel that skiing might not be in the cards for this trip.

Before returning to camp we cached our gear near a recently built bridge that we had watched the locals construct across the Seti earlier that morning. We returned to camp with diminishing odds of skiing in Bajhang and things only continued to worsen. Adding to the string of disappointing events that continued to block our progress, at camp we discovered the sacred animal of all Hindus, a cow, had died near our tents. Within a day the stench had grown too strong and something needed to be done before the dead cow café was the newest hotspot for the dogs of Dhuli tour. We drug the cow into the Seti and decided a Puja ceremony was in order to hopefully appease the gods and bring us the luck needed to safely reach the mountains.

Left with little over a week before we would need to start our return to Kathmandu we were committed to the last option for travel into the mountains, Plan X as we began to call it. We decided to follow the Seti to its headwaters on the border of Tibet. This was the original place we had hoped to make base camp but with extra days of walking just to reach the zone, days to return and only a limited amount of equipment and food we could carry, that left even fewer days to ski once we arrived in the mountains. Following the Seti through a series of makeshift bridges we ascended upstream on the historical Tibetan caravan route not knowing if the trail would provide access to something we could climb and ski or whether the trail would provide yet another roadblock. The limited number of days remaining meant there would be no time to try twice, we would have maybe three days total to climb, ski and start the long trek home.

Update on Wednesday, November 25, 2009 at 4:27PM by Kristoffer Erickson

Finding Rakse Tal, Moonshine Lake

(Part 4 of skiing Rakse Peak in Nepal’s Bajhang District)

We left one day in the schedule to repack before the porters would arrive for our return trip. This gave us seven days from the time we walked out of base camp to approach, climb, ski, and walk back to base camp. Our packs were huge. Everything we would need over the course of the next seven days was dangling, packed or strapped as one massive load, serving more as a form of torture than fun. Our climbing equipment was a limited rack of a few stoppers and slings along with two snow bars, four ice screws, extra webbing for v-threads, one 60meter 7.7 mm rope, food for six days, two MSR Reactor stoves, fuel and our two North Face single wall tents. All of this gear was divided amongst the four of us. Adding to the already mounding pack was our personal equipment consisting of skis, boots in the bindings, extra clothing, sleeping bag, first aid kit and camera equipment. Starting by crossing the recent makeshift bridge near to our cache our plan was to reach the headwaters of the Seti River near the Tibetan border.  We must have been a sight to be seen walking down the trail. Four westerners with funny looking, brightly colored sticks and extra big shoes strapped to their back; monsters of foreign items 10ft tall and 4ft wide.

 

We encountered two rickety bridges and crossed several sections of trail where most of the established section had washed away with the rest of the bank. Our first night we camped in a forest of trees called Buko Odar. Odar means cave or bivi and there had been rock structures and shrines erected centuries ago in this area to serve the travelers passing by.  It was a stark contradiction to any former Himalayan trip I had been on. This was the first time I was camped in a forest with a roaring river below and a campfire at my feet. In many of the popular areas of the Himalaya the trees are forbidden to be cut for firewood. Here the forest is full of mature walnut, maple, birch and conifer trees, mixed with rhododendron; all making our experience that much better.

 

On our second day we reached the confluence of the Seti and the Salimo River where we could see the prominent south facing couloir that shot straight down from the summit of the peak in the distance. The mountain was plastered with a fresh blanket of snow from the last storm and conditions looked inviting for a ski descent.

 

Rakse Peak (5428m 17,912ft). Officially the peak has no name but on the mountain’s northern side there is famous lake know by all the locals as Rakse Tal. Rakse is the local word for whisky and Tal means lake. Every time I mentioned the name I couldn’t help but think about a southern moonshine operation placed deep into the hills where it could never been found. My visions of Rakse Tal were the equivalent with its clear mountain water collecting at the base of Rakse Peak, producing simply the finest mountain Rakse this side of the Tibetan border. We continued to find our way north into these mysterious mountains often by asking with no other name than Rakse Tal.

 

After two days of walking, scary bridge crossings and shear cliff trails dropping to the river below we were finally in the heart of the mountains. Jagged 6000m peaks surrounded us in every direction.  We set our camp above the banks of the Seti in a bivy area the locals called Garaphu Odar.

Update on Wednesday, November 25, 2009 at 5:13PM by Kristoffer Erickson

Skiing Rakse Peak

(Part 5 of Skiing Rakse Peak in Nepal’s Bajhang District)

 

We needed to learn more about Rakse Peak. We knew it was across the Seti from usand the only way across was to wade. We also knew it had a large south facing couloir off the top but we couldn’t see the bottom. Our first day out we decided to climb up towards the shoulder of a peak above our camp at Garaphu Odar which would give us nice views of the valley. The recent storm left snow down to 4000m providing us with a spring like snow pack, excellent for booting and corn skiing. By mid morning we had booted to 4700m but were stopped by a series of rocky slabs. From our vantage point we enjoyed the views in all directions and learned a bit more about what we would need to do in order to climb and ski the peak rising above Rakse Tal. The best part of this day was the ski back to camp; 3500ft with powder dusting a firm, refrozen corn surface, views of majestic peaks in every direction and the sun was shining.

 

The following day we waded the Seti river not far from our camp and moved our tents to a camp at 4000m and better striking distance of the large couloir on the south side of Rakse Peak. The move was a bit of a gamble, since we couldn’t see the bottom two thirds of the couloir I didn’t know if it would connect, but we felt it represented the greatest chance of making a complete descent of a virgin peak given our limited time frame. That evening we hiked to a vantage point where we saw that the entire couloir did in fact go all the way from the top of Rakse Peak back to our high camp for a total distance of 1500m.

 

Under a moonless night, Jamie, Kip and myself walked out of camp and booted up firm snow and avalanche debris to the tightest section of couloir. Just as the partially cloud covered sky broke apart the first rays of the sun began to shine through, a minute later the clouds swirled around and it became grey. The first section of the couloir was extremely rocky. Avalanches had swept the couloir in recent weeks leaving a 100m section of the couloir bone dry and dirty. While the couloir itself was aesthetic the conditions were shaping up to be less than desirable. We continued up the couloir on firm neve snow, booting between the steep rock walls on both sides, occasionally dodging small bits of rock rolling down the gut. We were juggling a fine line of wanting warmer conditions to soften the snow but those same conditions would also unleash stones onto us. The firm icy surface made the runnel we followed to the top good for climbing but it was going to be difficult to ski if it remained icy. As luck on this trip seems to go, cloud cover kept rock fall to a minimum but left the couloir desperately firm for skiing conditions. At the top of the couloir we crested onto a ridge a few meters from the summit and could finally see Rakse Tal. We could see peaks in every direction and especially north as peaks formed along both sides of the Tibetan border.

The temps were cold and windy with clouds continuing to move closer towards the peak. Any snow falling became a constant spindrift of moving snow and ice down the couloir. We snapped a few token shots and mounted our skis to start down the icy and breakable snow. The effort in making sure the difficult conditions didn’t get the best of us kept us on our toes and at times we were forced to sideslip through an icy section that screamed from the chatter of scratching edges on the surface. The steepest section was at the top and just less than 55 degrees but often we were forced into the couloirs gut where a groove made conditions even more challenging. Once through the couloir and the short section of dirt we were skiing on the lower angled terrain that created the apron of the giant 5000ft south face. Much of the lower face was easy skiing; bobbing and weaving through old avi debris sections. Skiing into camp we all felt as though we had gotten away with something. So far obstacles had been greater than we had anticipated, but through each hurdle we eventually found a new way and after all, an adventure was what we had hoped to find.

 

The next morning we packed up camp, waded across the Seti again and started our journey back to base camp. Like horses heading for the barn we were back to base camp in the two days we had planned. We were all tired from the efforts of freight handling and skiing Rakse Peak, although we were now on our way home we were far from done. Our new porters had new ideas on which way they wanted to return to Chainpur. Feeling up for the adventure, we followed a woodcutter’s trail up and over a high mountain pass which lead us back to Chainpur in two and a half days, a record compared to the six it had taken to reach base camp. Once in Chainpur the locals informed us that during the storm that had slowed our progress on the approach, the road back to Dhangadi had been washed out in eleven places requiring heavy machinery to open it. Five days, maybe ten days, maybe even several weeks would pass before the road would open again. Luckily for us Jiban at Sherpa Shangri-la Treks was able to book us a charter flight out from that field of grass near the end of town. We spent our last night in the Bajhang District camped in the bombed out airport thinking back to all that we had endured to make a few tracks down a virgin peak in one of the wildest places on earth. With our charter flight we would be back in Kathmandu only four days after leaving Dhuli when it had taken us nine to reach there on the way in.

Skiing in the Himalaya is never typically about finding the best turns but rather more about the adventure of getting to top of a particular mountain and enjoying the few turns back down. For me, skiing a new line on a peak that no one has climbed represents the highest level of commitment for ski mountaineering and something I will continue to seek with future adventures. Our trip to the Wild Wild West of Nepal’s Bajhang District was more than an adventure. Now I just need to figure out when to go back. Adventures like this aren’t possible most places in the world.

 

Saipal, Nepal

Kip Garre, Jamie Laidlaw, Devon O'Neil and myself are setting off to explore the Saipal region of Nepal.  Thanks to The North Face for sponsoring our adventure.  We plan to explore and ski some of the many unclimbed mountains of this remote region of Nepal.  Stay tuned for updates...

Mt. Rainier and Adams Link-ups

On July 11th my partner Jamie Laidlaw and I ascended the north facing Adams Glacier route on Mt. Adams in Washington.

We had originally planned to ski one route but found ourselves on the summit with hours to burn before conditions softened on the northern aspect. Instead of waiting, we chose to descend the southwest chutes furthering our skiing enjoyment for the day. Conditions were mixed on the southwest chutes with sections of fun skiing where the bumps had been beaten down by other skiers. At approximately 7000ft we stopped, re-hydrated and started back up to the summit. Upon reaching the summit it was nearly 6 pm and by now the conditions on the northern aspects had softened to what we had hoped for.

Descending the Adams Glacier we skied all but one small section (30m), which required down climbing to bypass a 70 degree ice section. The lower aspect of the face was a bit dirty but still soft and provided enjoyable turns. We walked back into our camp 13 hours after leaving having made a descent of both the SW Chutes and the Adams Glacier that day. Spectacular experience.

The next day we hiked out and jumped in the car heading north for Rainier. Inspired by a post of Sky's on turns-all-year.com from the 3rd of July about the Mowich Face we drove to the northern side of the peak where we found the road to Mowich Lake still closed. On the afternoon of the 13th we hiked into the Spray Park area and bivied for our first night. The next day we continued higher on the Mowich Glacier where we found a nice bivi at approx 8000ft.

The morning of the 15th we woke at 4 am to start what would become our second two-fer of the tour. Conditions were perfect for cramponing up the Edmunds Headwall and everything seemed to be going as planned until we reached the upper plateau of the Liberty Cap where our pace began to crawl due to horrendous penitentes that stood nearly three feet tall in places. Eventually the terrain gave way to smooth conditions and we ramped up to the true summit.

With brisk winds blowing across the summit, we quickly made the call to give the second two-fer a go with a descent of the Emmons Glacier to start things off. Conditions began to soften at nearly 13,500ft and the Corridor provided the best skiing of the day. Sherman Flats has suffered in the summer sun and conditions are a bit bumpy but until that point the skiing on the Emmons was great. Around 2:30pm we started climbing back up the Emmons Glacier, reaching the summit of Liberty Cap at approximately 6:30pm. It was blowing hard and creating freezing conditions and due to our lightweight efforts we needed to keep moving in order to stay warm. Again we battled the massive penitentes on the summit plateau that leads to the top of the Edmunds Headwall.  Walking down this section wasn’t what we had planned to do but skiing was out of the question. Eventually reaching the top of the shoulder we could begin the ski descent of the Edmunds Headwall. There was only one small chute still skiable on far lookers right side. The chute was mostly soft ice by the time we descended with incredible exposure falling away to the Edmunds Headwall. Once through the small chute the terrain opened up to the large headwall but the skiing remained steep with more of a crushed ice layered over the hard glacial ice below.

The majority of the main headwall was in great condition providing fun turns down to what we deemed the “quad schrund.” Four Bergschrunds provided an interesting exit to the headwall, still skiable but requiring special avoidance to the recent rocks laying on top of the snow. They weren’t the best turns of the trip but the experience of skiing in summer isn’t typically about the best snow . Once back on the glacier we quickly descended with sweeping turns on the lightly browned surface back to our high camp arriving again approximately 13 hours after leaving. Looking back at the Mowich Face we were knackered to say the least. Skiing two features in a day on Rainier had pushed us over 22,000ft of vertical in two days of skiing, not bad for the middle of July without having to lap the same feature.

The next morning we lounged long and hard enjoying numerous cups of strong coffee before skiing 2000ft down to the base of the Mowich Glacier and Ptarmigan Ridge. We ascended back to the volcano monitoring station on top of the ridge were the Flett Glacier provided our last turns of the tour. 2000 more feet and we were in the flowered meadows of Spray Park. Over 25,000 ft of skiing left us tired but the experience couldn’t have been better, who would have thought July skiing could have been so great!