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Note: this report was written from memory on February 16th, 2004
After my unfortunately snow free trip to Pikes Peak, I headed off to Mt. Democrat to find some spring snow to ascend. I parked my car just above Montgomery Reservoir at the Magnolia Mill. I hiked up the 4x4 road to snow line at about 11,600' and setup camp for the night. This was a drought year, and the snowcover was very thin for this time of year.
That morning, I set off over the crusty, consolidated snow in the bottom of platte gulch. At 12,100' there was an old mining cabin on the west side of the creek. Since I was getting pretty warm, and it was still early, I decided to stash my jacket and vest in the cabin, and pick it up on the descent. I put them under a large rock near the cabin door and headed off.
My destination was the North Face route Roach describes in his guidebook. I had planned to summit all four fourteeners in the Lincoln Group. I continued on snowshoes until the snow became too steep to climb, as my crampons could not get much of a grip on the steep slope. I was surprised to see the snow in the coulior was not consolidated, although a quick snowpit revealed little layering. I proceeded to easily kick steps in the snow up the coulior. From the bottom, I could see a rock stick in the snow in the center of the coulior. As I approached it,, I was amazed to find this was not a rock, but a large boulder. I began to question how safe it was to soloing this route without a helmet.
The ascent seemed to go slowly, but the vertical feet ticked by very quickly. The exit to the coulior was a bit dicy, as it had melted out considerably. Once I had gained the ridgeline, it was not too far along the ridge to the summit, and a faint trail could be seen periodically. When I reached the summit, it had cooled off dramatically, and I sat for about ten minutes wearing everything I had brought, and then had to move on to stay warm.
Mt. Lincoln:
The descent to the Cameron-Democrat saddle was pretty quick, and I found myself looking at a very large ridge to Cameron Point. I decided to leave my snowshoes behind at the saddle since I was quite tired, and there was no sign of snow on the western flanks of the peaks in view. The ascent up Cameron was very slow, and I had become quite tired. After about an hour and a half, I was skirting around the north side of Cameron Point, headed toward Mt. Lincoln.
I was so tired as I crossed the broad, rocky saddle between Cameron and Lincoln, I left my 20 pound pack on the ground. Even without the pack, the ascent to Lincoln's pointy summit left me exhausted. Since I had no gear, and the clouds seemed to be grouping up and getting darker, I looked around for a few minutes and left the summit. On the return, I decided to pass over the top of Cameron Point. I can see why this is often not counted as a fourteener, as there is barely a discernable summit on this broad hump.
I was very tired, and the weather was clearly closing in around me, so I decided to head down. Soon I was back at the saddle where I had left my snowshoes. I descended down the rubble filled gully from the saddle back into Platte Gulch. As I approached the mining cabin to retrieve my coat and vest, I noticed them lying on the ground some distance from the door. I wondered how windy it would have been to blow them out from under the large rock I had placed over them. As I neared them, I saw there was a huge gaping hole in my vest. The hole had chew marks, and slobber all over it. Upon closer inspection, there were several holes in my jacket liner as well. I'm not exactly sure, but I think a marmot ate it. Needless to say, on my I was very concerned about my tent at this point because I had left food inside it.
I returned to my tent to find it in normal condition, and immediately collapsed inside and took a nap. When I awoke about an hour later, I looked out the window, but could not see anything. I unzipped the door, do see snow blowing in under the vestibule. It was a complete blizzard outside! Almost two inches of show had already fallen.
I was supposed to return home that night, and I know my mom would be worrying about me, so I decided to head out, even though I had extra food for the extra day. In hindsight, I would have stayed, because the drive out on the roads was much more dangerous than sleeping through the storm, since I was properly equipped, and very tired.

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