The walls of the cirque welcomed us silently as we chose a unique line of ascent veering our direction to the "notch". We moved up the notch and then gained the north ridge which led us to the foot of Lone Peak. There we ran into some of the great white ghosts of the Wasatch. We scrambled our way to the top of Lone reaching the summit in 2 hours and 16 minutes. We cruised over to the South Summit of Lone and peered over to the Question Mark.
|Jared & The Notch|
|The North Ridge|
|Ghosts of the Wasatch|
|Nearing Lone's Summit|
After a quick snack we then aimed our sights on Big Horn and after some time filled with really fun alpine scrambling including a couple 5.0 moves we were on top of this less visited peak. South Thunder was the next one to reach so we scrambled down the east ridge of Big Horn and while enjoying the spectacular views of Lone Peak's east face and the NE couloir along with the high alpine flowers shining around us, we motored up the granite and reached the top of South Thunder. This summit is spectacular, remote, lonely and commands incredible relief down into Hogum.
|South Lone Summit and the Big Horn|
|Looking Back at a Distancing Lone Peak (From Big Horn)|
|Big Horn Traverse|
|Coming off Big Horn|
|Lone Peak from South Thunder|
|South Thunder Summit|
It was fun to eye our favorite ski lines which tried desperately to cling to any remaining snow. Incredibly dry and hot year we are having. The fun and one of the cruxes of the objective now lay out before our eyes in a northerly direction leading to North Thunder. The ridge is sharp and was sure to provide some excellent exposure and fun scrambling. We set out running what we could and then began the fun technical ridge. It was highly enjoyable and our minds filled with memories of the past and plans for the future as we reached the final peak and North Thunder's airy summit with an elapsed time of 4 hours and 50 minutes.
|The Road to North Thunder|
|Along the Ridge|
After chomping down some calories we quickly made haste down the west face of North Thunder and began a nasty descent which included mosquitos and serious bushwacking that drew blood all the way to the bottom meadows. We missed our skis. The exit from there was straight forward with the Bells Canyon trail dotted with others enjoying a summer day in the hills. I'm so grateful for great friends and these wonderful mountains that allow us such amazing experiences.