Backcountry Explorer

Embedded into the backcountry areas of Zion National Park, the Sierra Nevada, Death Valley National Park, and the Mojave Desert, Courtney Purcell's ramblings have also taken him all across the country and the world. From hiking, climbing and peakbagging in the Rockies, the Andes, the high volcanoes of Washington and Mexico, into the depths explored in spelunking, and the canyoneering of the Colorado Plateau, here you'll find trip reports, route beta and "stuff" relevant to the world of...

Torreys Peak, Grays Peak and Kelso Mountain (13,164 feet)

When: August 2006
Partners: Donnie B and the Atlanta boys
Route: Kelso Ridge (Class 3) and traverse
Mileage:Gain 9/4,500

Heading back up toward I-70 from the playground that was Capitol Peak, Donnie B and I met up with the Atlanta boys I'd met for a run up Torrey Peaks semi-classic Kelso Ridge via the Stevens Gulch Trailhead.

Climbing the fun ridge to the summit of Torreys, we dropped down and over to Grays Peak. There, enjoying the summit with at least forty others, we were twice buzzed by low-flying aircraft. Then, just as we were feeling manly for efforts, a young guy with rotting teeth comes running up to the summit. He looks fit, so I ask him how long it took him. He said something like "...an hour...from I-70." Geesh!

Eventually, we headed back down toward the trailhead. As those who know me well might imagine, I couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to bag "The Rascal," a funky crag one passes on the Grays Peak Trail.

On the final hike out, I set off alone to bag Kelso Peak, a nice peak in its own right, finishing five days in Colorado in style!

TOPO

...those moments when time stands still. The catalysts are as varied as the individuals who pursue this path: a meteor shower; a night sky so star-filled that it snatches your breath; another rise of the sun over distant mountains vast and untouchable; dodging a rock careening crazily down a gully; a desperate icy struggle through whiteout and ground blizzard down to the safety of camp after an unsuccessful summit attempt; standing atop a mountain with a friend, the whole world at your feet, a blinding sun blazing out of a flawless sky, taking the time to watch that sun dip below the horizon even though camp is still many miles and many thousands of feet distant; stumbling over boulders and through brush in the darkness; watching the starlight and the storm wrest for possession of the night sky, seated on a narrow ledge beside your rope-mate with only the clothes on your back for shelter, shivering the night away, knowing that, sometime in a distant place you cannot now touch, the world will once again grow bright, the sun will rise, and you will look out on the infant day with new eyes.

-Bruce Binder

One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast....a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.

-Edward Abbey