Chris on Giant Mountain Summit eating a well deserved "lunch"

Best Hikes: Giant Mountain on the Bottle Slide, or not…

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In the Rubble Looking at Slide on Giant Mountain

Thomas Edison once said “A good intention, with a bad approach, often leads to a poor result.”

I know he was not talking about climbing slides in the Adirondacks and actually our summit bid was completely successful and we had a great day, but his quote holds truth.

Good Intentions

View of part of the Great Range in the Adirondacks
View of part of the Great Range in the Adirondacks while Bushwhacking to the slides

We set out to climb Giant Mountain on the Bottle Slide. I’ve climbed Giant via Eagle in the past and for a number of reasons on this trip decided to ascend Bottle. Among the reasons were that Bottle is reportedly easier then Eagle, I’ve never done Bottle before, my son has never been out on slides, and I did not want to bring the added gear that I feel is prudent to have on Eagle. To me all good reasons.

Scott standing on the upper reaches of the rubble below the slides
Scott standing on the upper reaches of the rubble below the slides

We planned our trip, read other climbers reports and scoured maps looking at the approach. The west face of Giant is scared with landslides. Almost any stream bed you follow will lead to the drainage of one of these slides and many climber report ending up on slides that they did not intend to be on. We are now apart of that club.

But on this day our miss was so far off, I’m embarrassed to write about it. However, I write about our great trips that go off without a hitch, I’ll write about this one; one which we will remember. The strange thing about climbs like this is that it leaves us longing to go back and “make things right”.

A Bad Approach

 

Our climb to the bushwhack point on the Roaring Brook Trail was easy, a simple 1300′ climb on the trail and the exit point at 2600′ marked with a 2′ cairn which is hard to miss.

Are we in the right drainage?
Are we in the right drainage?

Leaving the marked trail, we followed the herd path which took us down a hill to Roaring Brook which we crossed and then crossed a small rise in land separating Roaring Brook with this other drainage. We began to ascend the small drainage which was fairly well covered by trees. As we ascended the rise to our right was getting larger.

Looking back, I realized I should have brought a photo of the west face of Giant. I started to doubt if we were in fact in the correct drainage or if we needed to be on the opposite side of the rising ridge. Having a photo of the west face would have confirmed that we were in the correct drainage.

George Eliot wrote in her classic book Adam Bede, “Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future”.

Rubble in upper part of drainage
Rubble in upper part of drainage

My thoughts were simple: I did not know if we were headed in the right direction and  I was uncomfortable. So we hopped over the rise and dropped back in the other drainage. Feeling better, we moved upward. This drainage was more open, had more rubble and “felt” like the drainage we needed to be in.

High in the rubble with slides in sight.
High in the rubble with slides in sight.

However, some signs (which I ignored) would tell us a different story. Drainages were entering from our right, where did these lead? Maybe slides on the south side of the cirque? I simply made a mild mental note of them and kept climbing. We made it to the extensive rubble and could see the slide walls above us. It was not Bottle, but the north section of Eagle. Hmm… so much for Mary Ann Evans (aka. George Eliot)!

A Poor Result?

Chris getting some head protection on before heading onto the slides
Chris getting some head protection on before heading onto the slides

Above the rubble we encountered the steep rock that will test many folks. Not part of the slide proper, it is a test of whether you’ll do okay on Eagle.

My unease returned. I remembered this spot. Could we be simply heading to Eagle? As we exit the drainage and sat at the bottom of the slide we come to find that we are in fact at the bottom of Eagle.

We decided to stop and sit and plan our next move. We came ready to climb Bottle. With no “climbing shoes” for a good friction scramble and no rope (which is smart to have on Eagle), we check out the slide and find fair amounts of water on it.

Climbing past loose rock on the lower sildes
Climbing past loose rock on the lower slides

We had started late, 11:00 am from the trailhead so we understood that our next question would be how to get on the summit in a timely fashion and with the most certainty? We made the decision to move to the right of the Eagle and follow the side of the slide and exit into the forest when it became impractical to stay on or near the open rock. A few hundred feet below the ridge between Tulip and Eagle we made our escape and broke into the woods.

A leg torn by spruce
A leg torn by spruce

I’ve learned all decisions are relative. This one was whether to stay on the steep damp slide or climb in the wall of spruce? Hmm. Fall or get ripped? On this day we chose ripped. The spruce did not disappoint. We battled for every inch of ground. We picked our way gently as to minimize the impact on this fragile high elevation forest. The forest did not return the favor, as to say how dare you enter this place.

Our legs would show that the spruce took its pound of flesh as we reached the trail and could assess it’s damage. However, even in this harsh environment, there was awesome beauty one we could not have experienced on the slide.

A Wonderful Finish

View from Giant Mountain Summit
View from Giant Mountain Summit

Finally, with great joy we reached the ridge and trail below the summit. After a break of a few minutes we walked the trail to the summit and enjoyed its beauty. The sun in the west sending beams of light over the surrounding peaks and the Great Range was magnificent.

Chris on Giant Mountain Summit eating a well deserved "lunch"
Chris on Giant Mountain Summit eating a well deserved “lunch”

After eating, taking pictures and enjoying the final moments at this great place we descend into the sunset and return to the trailhead.

My son will now have to write his letter to the historian of the 46ers and give his testimony of this day. I know one thing, it’s one he’ll remember, I know I will.

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