West Spur on Illimani

June 12, 2019

Dale grabs a pickaxe and helps clear ice from the road as Illimani looms.

After Dale and I had experienced near-perfect weather, conditions, and logistics during our time in Bolivia, enabling us to climb Pequeño Alpamayo, Cabeza de Condor, Huayna Potosí, and Illampu in the span of two weeks, we debated what to do to cap off our trip. Initially, we considered an ambitious traverse of the Illimani massif, summiting the North, Central, and South peaks in a clockwise horseshoe—we were acclimatized, fit, and capable of the technical difficulties. Dale wasn’t feeling 100% following our Illampu adventure and we both had some trepidation regarding a long, cold day on high-consequence terrain all above 20,000 feet, so we decided to play it safe and do the normal route.

We phoned up our taxi driver, Manuel, from Huayna Potosi and arranged to be picked up at 8am on Tuesday. He gave us the options of Puente Roto and Pinaya, which was an easy decision since Puente Roto cut off about an hour and a half of the approach. It turned out this meant we took a completely different road, which was, in a word, rowdy. Manuel’s sedan miraculously made it after 3.5 hours of driving, including one point where Dale and I got out of the car to help clear ice off the road along with another carful of Bolivians headed to one of the tiny mountain villages along the way.

At 11:30am or so, we started hiking up the well-worn trail toward Nido de Condores (The Condor’s Nest). We took our time, knowing all we needed to do was reach camp, eat, and go to bed. The trail swept across the glacial valley and over a moraine before steeply heading up the West Spur. We made it to camp a bit after 4pm and spent some time buffing up a campsite as far off on our own as we could. A large cook’s tent and a few other individual tents were already set up in the relatively small camp area. We chatted up a Spanish group and the guides at camp before eating a dessert, having some tea, and taking a nap before dinner—one of my favorite approach day past times.

Most parties in Bolivia, especially guided ones, seem to get very early starts—typically somewhere between midnight and 2am. We didn’t see a need to do that for the normal route on Illimani and instead slept in, starting in earnest from camp at 6:30am. The route had a well-worn track and never got terribly steep. I felt comfortable with a pole and a whippet the whole way and we never roped up. The biggest danger came from a few crevasse crossings, but they were obvious and the snow bridges were solid. My only issue on the day was cold fingers and toes since we were on the West side of the peak at over 20,000 feet and didn’t see sun until near the summit ridge.

Coming up the summit ridge. Photo by Dale Apgar.

We topped out in about 4 hours, including a long walk along the low-angle summit ridge to get to the very top at 21,122 feet. After over 2 weeks at elevation and having climbed a bunch by that point, we both felt surprisingly good on top. We snacked for a bit before turning around and romping down the route in 2 hours, reaching camp at 12:30pm where we had another dessert, tea, nap trifecta. We were treated to an awesome light show that evening.

Our hike out on Thursday was uneventful except for needing to hike an extra hour since the folks in Pinaya wouldn’t let our taxi up on their private road to collect us. Having to walk down the pampas with a cornucopia of farm animals and continued views of Illimani wasn’t so bad.

In the end, we were glad to have kept it low-key on this one and gotten to the top of Illimani. Now that we’ve gauged ourselves at over 21,000 feet, taking on something like the traverse seems very doable.

Great cap off to an awesome trip!

Northwest Headwall to Southwest Ridge on Illampu

June 6, 2019

Having put our time in at elevation and climbed Pequeño Alpamayo, Cabeza de Condor, and Huayna Potosí, Dale and I were ready for a bigger adventure. After an exceptional gustatorial experience the night prior at the destination restaurant Gustu in La Paz, we took a taxi in the morning to the cemetery, where a line of collectivos waited to make the three-hour drive to the remote mountain town of Sorata. We piled in, paying for two extra seats for our gear rather than strapping it to the roof for fear of caking it in dirt or, worse, losing something. At 20 Bolivianos per seat, (and a 7:1 exchange rate), we weren’t exactly breaking the bank to do so.

The drive went smoothly, including a somewhat harrowing descent from a pass down more than 5,000 feet to Sorata. At 9,000 feet elevation, Sorata felt downright tropical, complete with giant palm trees in the main square. The collectivo deposited us directly across the street from some 4x4 taxis. We inquired and they were very excited to take us up to the high mining town of Lakathiya for 125 Bolivianos. Deal.

Minutes later, we were quickly moving up the improbably steep cobbled streets of Sorata, which quickly gave way to an intestine-like dirt road that switched back incessantly up the hillside. We waited for a few minutes at one point for a bulldozer to do some work on the road in startling proximity to our car before slipping past and continuing up. Views down into the valley were unbelievable, with over 6,000 feet dropping off sharply.

Our driver took us to the end of a road he could drive near Lakathiya for another 25 Bolivianos and deposited us in a grassy pampa with alpacas at about 3pm and 13,125 feet. We started hiking with heavy packs, but the weather on the other side of the pass didn’t look so good, so we decided to camp in a pampa at about 14,400 feet.

Descending Paso Huila Khota to Aguas Calientes

We knew the next day would be a bit of work. After a leisurely wake-up, we started hiking up to Paso Huila Khota at 15,950 feet. From the pass at 10:15am, we got our first view of Illampu since the weather the day prior hadn’t afforded it. What a mountain! Glaciers hung and cascaded down every aspect and our Southwest ridge to the summit stuck out as the righthand skyline. We were stoked. It was a good thing since we had a lot more work to do.

After dropping 600 feet or so to the established camp of Aguas Calientes, we took a few minutes to figure out that the approach trail heads sharply uphill on the other side of the valley before contouring and descending into the next valley over. From there, we followed large cairns up the glacially-scraped rock to a point at about 16,200 feet where the rest of our approach and the full glacier came into view. An thin edge of talus clung to the eroding hillside on the right margin of the moraine and we gingerly walked across it, looking hundreds of feet down to our left where the receding glacier was a dirty mess, spotted with turquoise pools.

A bit more than 1,000 feet of talus brought us to high camp at 17,500 feet near the edge of the glacier. A client and two guides were camping there and we said a quick hello as we scouted around for a good campsite. The best we could find was a set of flat granite rocks arranged as best someone could to be flat. Hoping our tent and pads would stay intact, we set up shop at about 4:30pm, making it about 7 hours on the day.

Knowing the headwall would bake in the sun that afternoon and worrying a bit about rockfall and wet slide potential, we decided to start relatively early. At 2am, we slowly dragged ourselves from our warm, down cocoons, made some hot tea, and got moving before 3am. The glacier was pretty easy to negotiate, though it’s always spooky walking among looming seracs in the dark with limited sight. We could see the headlamps of the client and guides on the headwall above us, which helped us know where to point. Well before daybreak, we started our way up the face.

We decided that we’d coil the rope and simul-climb, leaving about 15 feet between us. We both felt confident on the 60-degree neve, which produced fantastic sticks. The bergschrund looked intimidating, but we were able to get through it by traversing right in the middle where it ran vertically. From there, it was 1,000 feet of calf-burning neve by headlamp. Every so often, one of us would yell “calf break!” and we’d both chop a couple of inches into the snow to stand flat footed as well as catch our breath. At over 19,000 feet it didn’t take much to start breathing pretty heavily. It was also bitterly cold and our extremities were icing up in our boots and gloves, so shaking things out helped a lot.

On top of the headwall with the summit shadow behind

I’m guessing it was about 1.5 hours to climb the face and we gained the ridge just as alpenglow started bathing the valley in pinks and oranges. We recomposed ourselves for a few minutes and then started up the ridge. It was quite exposed and still steep at first, dropping off straight back down the headwall we’d climbed, but then eased off and flattened out quite a bit. There were a couple of steeper sections with less-consolidated snow, but nothing too tough. Eventually, we slogged up 30-40 degree snow, switching back every so often. We were moving decently fast for the elevation even though it felt like a slow walk and we were both breathing like we were trying to run a mile PR.

Just below the summit, we were greeted by a large, overhanging glacial ice face. We curled around to the right to find the guides and client climbing the last technical section—an airy, steep ice traverse to gain the last little bit. They were moving very slowly. We hunkered down in a small cutout nook in the snow and waited. The wind was howling, but thankfully we were now in the sun. Things balanced out a bit, but we got quite cold waiting there for 20 minutes or so.

Finally, it was our turn and Dale scooted across the face with a picket belay. After turning the corner, he discovered deep, unconsolidated sugar snow. It took him a while to build a marginal anchor and then I came across to meet him. We coiled the rope back up and headed up the last bit to the 20,892-foot summit. Both of us being quite cold and not happy about the snow conditions near the summit, we did not dally. A couple of shaky summit shots and we were heading back down.

We leveraged the guides’ left-behind T-slotted picket to rappel down from the summit block and then started descending. Only a minute later, after turning the corner around the summit block, we found ourselves on a flat area in the sun with no wind. We crumpled in two heaps, thrilled to be warm for the first time in the day. We thawed food and water, sitting there for 15 minutes or so.

Recuperating in the sun with Ancohuma behind

The descent from there was way easier and better than anything we’d done to that point despite being referred to in our guidebook as the most difficult descent from a 6,000 meter peak in Bolivia. We simul down-climbed the headwall, eventually boiling even after taking our big puffy layers off. Meanwhile, the guides and client were doing a time-intensive series of six or seven rappels down the face. At the base of the headwall, we stripped down, sheathed most of our gear, and then tramped down the glacier, which was now trivial in the sun and with soft snow.

We were drinking tea and lounging in our tent by 2:30pm. Dessert and naps ensued. 11 hours of sleep happened. At about 8am the next morning, we started our hike out. At 3:15pm, we made it to Lakathiya. After going over Paso Huila Khota, we’d met an old man who was headed down to town for a ride, so he walked with us. At one point when Dale was taking a break, he gestured to Dale that he could carry his pack. Turns out he was 86—what a beast!

Just as we reached town, a man was driving his kids back up from school in Sorata and he offered to drive us down. I told him an old man wanted a ride and the driver said it was his father. Ha! In a town of 18 people, I guess everyone is related. We picked up the old guy and then cruised down to Sorata where we stuffed our gear in a collectivo leaving in 20 minutes, did a hot lap of town, and then headed off. After only 10 minutes or so, the axle of the collectivo snapped in a huge pothole and we waited by the side of the road for 20 minutes for another collectivo to pick us up.

On the positive side, the timing couldn’t have been better—we raced uphill as the sun was setting, holding us for a while in a state of perpetual golden hour and then sunset. A handful of turns opened up views of Illampu and Ancohuma, looming thousands of feet above us, turning pastel colors as the light faded.

Eventually, the sun set and we cruised down from the pass and across the altiplano, picking up people in the fields every so often. When we reached El Alto, Dale and I had experienced enough traffic and pollution that we asked the driver to drop us at a teleferique station. We linked together four lines to get within a few blocks of home—a somewhat slow, but quite novel and fun way to finish off a big day. Being 9pm on a Friday, some of the locals we met in the cable cars were out on the town and interested in what two gringos were doing with huge packs, boots, and a rope. We were quite the sight, I’m sure.

Now that was an experience. Thank you, Dale, for staying safe and getting it done up there.

The final summit ridge. Photo by Dale Apgar.

French Route on Huayna Potosí

June 2, 2019

Dale and I decided it would be wise to climb Huana Potosí at 19,974 feet before attempting one of the even higher peaks in Bolivia during our trip. We’d worked up to it with about a week in the country and climbs of Pequeno Alpamayo and Cabeza de Condor, so we felt pretty good at elevation. We decided to go car-to-car rather than hiking overnight gear up to one of the high camps.

We weren’t sure how to find a taxi to head out there, so we tried Uber. Ha! A driver immediately accepted our ride for 100 Bolivianos and then looked very confused when we said where we were headed. We agreed to cancel the Uber ride and pay him cash for the much longer drive. He was a teacher, driving on the weekends as a side hustle, and a cool guy. His car was ill-equipped for the rocky road, but we made it and paid him 300 Bolivianos when we made it to the dam at Zongo Pass.

We set up our tent on the concrete platform next to the refugio at 15,500 feet and spent the evening watching the mist push up the valley from the Amazon in waves and staring longingly at the mountain. We woke up at 3am and were moving after a half hour of breaking down camp and putting down some calories. We walked across the dam, balanced our way across the narrow wall of a concrete sluice, and then headed up a rough path to meet the main trail.

We made it to the rock camp at 17,000 feet in a little over an hour, passing the time on the trail with some idle banter and a couple of choice songs from our phones. At one section between the two refugios, we weren’t sure where the trail went and we ended up going straight up a steep rock face—whoops! It was very cold and still dark at the toe of the glacier where we dropped our trail runners and put on our big boots. A party of three were descending under headlamp—a client and two guides, apparently unsuccessful on the main route. We started huffing up the glacier and made it to the flatter area where Campamiento Argentino supposedly is located at about 6:30am. There were no signs of a camp, but there was a huge ice fall coming down the glacier right next to the normal route.

We departed the normal route at 7am and did a rising traverse for the next hour and a quarter to make it to the base of the route. We took a moment here to put down some water and calories, which made both of us feel quite a bit better. What had been a cold morning had turned into a solar cooker on the East Face. The snow had softened nicely and there was a boot pack up the face, so it went quickly. We high-daggered our faces off for about 1,000 feet, simul-soloing the slope that slowly increased in angle up to 55 degrees or so and reaching the top in an hour.

Taking a break in the saddle before the summit ridge. Photo by Dale Apgar.

From there, the ridge to the summit looked like a lot of fun and more enjoyable than dropping down through the saddle to meet the normal route, so we headed up the steep snow for some bonus climbing. Some of the ridge was a bit rotten and corniced, but not too bad. We made it through this section in 30 minutes and then scampered over to the true summit, minding the huge cornice, making it there just shy of 11am. Views were pretty spectacular up there and it was relatively warm and calm. We enjoyed the moment for a bit before starting down the highway that is the normal route.

The descent was straightforward and quick. We were back down at the base by 2:30pm, including a break for Dale to take some time lapse videos of the clouds. We unfortunately had to wait quite a while for a taxi at the refugio, which was pretty cold, but it was a good chance to nap and catch up on calories before scooting back to La Paz with a gregarious fellow of a taxi driver and a local guide who needed a ride as well.

Great day with constant movement and enough technical climbing to keep it interesting!