Tucked away in the heart of Big Cottonwood Canyon lies Kessler Peak. Although at 10,403 feet it certainly isn't the tallest peak of the Central Wasatch - not even joining company with the it's 11,000 foot big brothers that surround it - I can unequivocally now say it is one of the prettiest summits for panorama views. I have often gazed longingly at this peak from a favorite dawn patrol mid-summit up Butler Fork.
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| Kessler Peak from Butler Fork's Circle Awl overlook. |
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| Ever-prepared Scott sporting his head light in case his car lights lose juice. |
The bottom was pretty thinly covered, but still provided great views as the light grew.
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| Mount Raymond under a cobalt sky at first light |
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| Views to the west: the 11,000+ siblings of Kessler: Dromedary, Sunrise, Twin. |
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| Views to the south: Upper Cardiac and George's were skied out, as was Hidden Peak. :) |
A few minutes later, there was no higher ground to take - we realized we reached the summit. Most summits are wind-blown, cold, shifty, rocky outcroppings serving as temporary refuges at best. However, this particular summit proved to be surprisingly calm and quiet and covered. Magnificent 360 degree views on a clear day made us feel like we were truly in the heart of it all. We had to stay for a while to soak it all in. It was only right...
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| Scottie checking work e-mails from the top. Eric knew better... |
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| Bottoms up with the gatorade. |
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| The ski brotherhood was flowing. Even Dromedary peaked in on the pic. |
Having gotten our fill of The Top, it was time for rewarding ourselves with the descent. Traversing the upper ridge from the summit to the top of Lawnmower brought us around some cliffs, across ever-shifting snow conditions, and an ominous battle-tested pine.
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| Kessler's high ridge traverse. |
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| Contemplating a steep and deep intro to Lawnmower. |
Finally we dropped in to the elusive Lawnmower run at as high a point as possible. The snow immediately softened and deepened, which caused us all to sigh relief that we wouldn't be skiing ice the whole way down. We had worked too hard to find this place from this approach to now be skiing bombproof snow. So the fun really began.
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| Eric working the high shoulder. |
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| Me getting too close for comfort with the camera man. |
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| Scott exiting his shoot at high speeds in surprisingly soft snow. |
One interesting occurrence was Scott getting a bit intimate with a small pine. He says he "fell into it", but I already know he's too good a skier for that to happen. I believe he had other intentions with that innocent and unsuspecting pine, but that's all I can say in public. Ask him for more details...
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| Rated PG-13: Scott + tree getting to know each other better. |
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| Rated PG: Scott extracting himself... |
This run just kept giving and giving, with consistent pitch and consistent snow for a few thousand vertical feet. In fact, Scott dropped a 20' cliff in the lower reaches of Lawnmower. We don't have any pics of that experience, but you'll just have to take our word for it. The sad irony is the photographer rarely gets action pics of himself, as he's too busy selflessly filming everyone else. Sorry I failed you on that cliff Scott! Maybe we just need to get back up there and do it all again so I can capture your cliff-drop on film for submittal to Warren Miller.
The final chapter was the exit from Lawnmower back to the main road. Although we had dropped off two cars, we were having too much fun on the descent and didn't pay attention to how to get back over to Cardiff Fork road. So we ended up in no-man's land, along the banks of good old Big Cottonwood Creek, with no bridge to be found. It was inspiring to see this particular section of the creek that I fly-fish so often in the summer now engulfed by snow drifts over 7' deep at spots.
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| Seeking the shallowest river crossing possible. |
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| Telemark boots + icey river rocks don't make for steady footing; so kudos to Eric for keeping dry during his crossing. |
