The weather forecast for the weekend predicted bitterly cold summit temperatures with windchills dipping below -45 C (-50 F). I had not hiked in three weeks and was itching to stretch my legs. I picked Cascade and Porter because:
- I was pressed for time; I had to be back home by 5:45 PM.
- They were on my February Grid list.
- Cascade offered a bit of exposure to sample the arctic weather.
I arrived at 8:05 AM and promptly began the ritual of preparing for hiking on a frigid winter's day. My car's thermometer indicated -22.5 C (-8.5 F). The forecast called for brisk winds and a cooling trend. It was an excellent opportunity to try a few new things with clothing and gear.
Although I've used a hydration system on all my winter hikes, I opted for an insulated bottle of water. Ultimately, I drank none of it! Nor did I eat anything. For some reason I felt neither thirst nor hunger.
I wore vapor-barrier (VB) gloves to keep my mittens dry. It worked very well because my cold-sensitive hands didn't become rigid claws in the bitter cold.
My experiment with VB socks was less successful. To prevent the plastic bags from riding down my feet, and scrunching up around my toes, I taped them in place. At the end of the hike, I discovered the bags hadn't slipped but my toes punched through and created gaping holes. At least it explained why my toes felt nippy while standing around.
Last but not least was my cold-sensitive nose. I have a neoprene facemask but it's overkill below treeline. In a pinch, I cut holes in a fleece stuff sack and, ta-dah, made an old-fashioned "ski mask". In practice, the garish green mask made me look like a luchador (just call me "Cabeza Verde"). It needs improvement because the end of my schnozz developed a touch of frostnip.
I signed in at 8:30 AM and stopped a mere ten minutes later to remove my mid-layer. I was now down to a thin baselayer and a wind-shirt. Nevertheless, true to form, I continued to perspire heavily. It condensed and froze as "snow" on the surface of the highly-breathable wind-shirt. Maybe I need a VB shirt?
I opted to use Trail Crampons and left my snowshoes in the car. The paucity of snow this winter merits calling the situation a "drought". There's far less than eight inches of snow at the start and maybe only that much above 3900 feet. The trail had a thin layer of snow over a base of ice. The initial stretch had many rocks poking through the base.
Around 3300 feet I sensed a drop in temperature and my nose felt a bit stiff. This is a warning sign that my schnozz is at risk of frostbite. I paused to don my Cabeza Verde mask. At that moment, I met two descending hikers also wearing masks. I addressed them as "Mexican wrestlers" and got a chuckle. They reported Cascade's summit was bitterly cold and they spent only enough time to get photos.
When I put on my luchador mask, I also removed my eyeglasses. Despite an application of Cat Crap, they eventually fogged to the point of opaqueness. Fortunately, I can see well enough to hike without them, especially on a smooth snowy trail on a bright sunny day.
The trail to Porter was windswept and untracked. The trail conditions were perfect for spikes. On Porter's summit, my camera balked at the cold and reported "Charge battery". I jammed a smidgen of Kleenex between the battery and its door to exert more pressure and create better electrical contact. That worked to allow for a few photos but then it gave me the "Battery Aziz" message again. My chest pocket was obviously too cold so I stuffed the camera into my pants pocket and dashed back to the trail junction.
|Luchador "Cabeza Verde" visits Porter.|
|Cascade from Porter.|
I zipped past the trail-junction and stopped at the base of Cascade's bare summit. It was time to put on my spacesuit. While extracting it from my pack, two hikers passed me. One was accompanied by his dog. The pooch wore booties and didn't seem to mind the cold. The second hiker paused to inquire if I'd mind taking his photo when I arrived on the summit. I hesitated then agreed. The source of my hesitation would soon reveal itself.
I donned a pair of insulated pants. The side-zippers spare you the inconvenience of removing footwear. However, when fully unzipped, the spatchcocked pants becomes a "clothing puzzle". It takes more than one attempt before this unfamiliar item goes on correctly! My windshirt was damp so I stripped it off and replaced it with the mid-layer I had removed earlier. Knowing it would be board-stiff upon my return, I rolled it up and stuffed it into my pack. Love nor money would get me back into that frozen jacket.
For the first time ever, I wore my fully-baffled down jacket. It was like wearing a sleeping bag. Its hood muffled external sounds like a pillow wrapped around one's head. Goggles and a neoprene facemask completed the astronaut costume. I left my poles and pack and strolled up to the summit.
The hiker and his dog were already descending. The photo-requesting hiker was seated in the lee of a rock. He wore half-gloves and his exposed, cherry-red fingers held a smartphone. I thought this might happen. There was no way I was going to bare flesh to operate a touchscreen. I looked at him and shouted through my facemask "You want me to expose my fingers in this cold?" He paused, looked at his own suffering hands, then apologized and wished me well. I didn't feel good about it but I was unwilling to extract a damp hand out of a plastic glove and expose it to a windchill of -40 F. He'd have to settle for a selfie.
|Astronaut on Cascade.|
The wind tested my defenses and found a breach near my left temple. I adjusted my hood and facemask to seal the draughts. I thought about what I'd do differently if I had to hike for an hour or more in these conditions. Knowing how I perspire during exertion, there's no way I could continue to wear this duvet of a jacket. I'd have to wear a lighter synthetic jacket that I normally use in winter.
The nipping at my nostrils fed my paranoia about frostbite. Perhaps I need a facemask with a "walrus snout" to provide better protection (Outdoor Research's Gorilla Balaclava). Anyway, it was all academic because these conditions usually keep me below treeline.
|-25 C/-13F + 35 mph wind gusts = Brrr!|
Howard was leading a MOAC trip on nearby Pitchoff so I took a few photos of it in hope of spotting his group. After I had seen all there was to see, I began to make my way down to my pack. Along the way I met a lone hiker and asked her if she could take my photo. I assured her it had a shutter button! She tried but was unable because the camera was still too cold.
As expected, separated from my warmth, my windshirt had turned into a frozen ball. I removed my down jacket and replaced it with a hardshell. I stuffed it, the pants, goggles, and facemask into my pack, shouldered it, and began a fast descent to the trail-head. I probably should've put on my luchador mask but I felt my pace would generate enough heat. I was mistaken.
I passed at least six groups of hikers ranging from 4 to 12 people in size. One of the hikers, I'll assume she was a group leader, commented that I had developed a white spot on my nose about a centimeter in size. I stopped immediately, thanked her for bringing it to my attention, and explained "It has a habit of doing that!" I donned my neoprene facemask because it covers my nose better than my homemade ski-mask. With only my eyes visble between my black hat and facemask, I looked like a ninja. If you were one of the 50+ hikers ascending Cascade on Saturday, I was the masked man careening down the trail.
In addition to seeing many hikers, I also saw two enormous piles of dog feces. I don't care the two dogs I saw were unleashed. That's between the owners and rangers they meet. I do care about the "brown klister" they leave on the trail. A misstep might collect an unwanted memento of the trip. All I ask is that dog owners clean up after their pets; at the very least, kick that $hit into the woods.
I signed out at 11:40 AM and added a "Clean up after your dog!" note in the margin of the logbook. It's likely to go unheeded but at least the message is out; dog poo on the untrail is unappreciated. I took a photo of the logbook page (as is my custom now) and counted ten groups had signed in, representing over 55 people. Clearly the bitter cold hadn't diminished the lure of hiking Cascade.
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StatisticsTime: 3h 10m
Distance: 5.7 miles
Ascent: 2350 feet