Mt Harrison. How I’ve longed and fought for this beast. So begins an epic fantasy tale of failure, elation, perseverance and hardheadedness. Oh, and melted steel, as any good dragon story.<\/p>\n
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September conditions were relatively fat in the Rockies, and then a big storm was tracking south, so I thought Harrison might be a good objective, having good ice to hold onto the dribs and drabs. Left Golden dark and early and drove down to Canal Flats and then east into the Rockies. After a slick walk with oil-contaminated hiking boots on frosty rock I get my view of the face. Conditions look sketchier than my ski on Aemmer just two weeks prior, and I just don’t have the hunger to go after such a technical descent. Plus the whole lower glacial bed is downsloping rock in big steps, not exactly something I want to grease up, or back down after mentally exhausted from a sketchy ski. Five hours back to Golden in the slow old beast.<\/p>\n