Here is the story of my ascent of Long's Peak on Friday Sept. 10th,
2004. The forecast was calling for sunny and warm all day (like
it had been all week long), so I didn't get up until 4am. Lori
drove me to the trailhead, I signed in the register, and was on the
trail at 4:45. It looked like there were a few clouds in the sky,
but it was a very nice morning, not much wind and around 55 deg.
I made good time, a little over 2 mph, so I was at Chasm Junction (3.5
miles) around 6:15. I stopped for about 10 minutes and visited
with the 6 or 8 people who had stopped there, and then I was off
again. At 6:30, the sun came up and bathed everything in a
beautiful alpenglow. Unfortunately, the clouds swallowed up the
sun in about 5 minutes so I didn't get any cool pictures.
Around 7:45 I made it to the end of the trail where the campsites are,
at the start of the Boulderfield (5.9 miles from the TH). There
was only one tent there, and the occupants were moving around getting
ready for their day. At this point, the wind was picking up and
the temperature had fallen to around 40 deg, and the sky was completely
overcast. I made a quick stop at the privy and set off across the
Boulderfield.
At 8:30 I arrived at the shelter at the Keyhole (6.5 miles from the
trailhead, 13,100 ft), and it was snowing like crazy. The rocks
were wet and slick, so I stopped at the shelter to see what the weather
would do. After a while, I met a guy name Bryan who was there
with a friend. After an hour and a half, it was still overcast
and wet, and lots of people were turning back down the trail.
Several people had come back from the Ledges saying it was too slick
for them. Bryan and I had just decided to go see for ourselves
when a young couple from Boulder showed up and started putting on their
climbing harnesses. Bryan and I looked at each other and said
"Hey - they have a rope and know what they're doing. Let's follow
them." So after they got all of their equipment on and organized,
all five of us took off through the Keyhole and across the
Ledges. One other guy started out following us, but everytime I
looked back to check on him he was further and further behind, with a
seriously pained expression on his face. After a few hundred
yards, he turned around and we never saw him after that.
The Ledges were completely wet, with a couple of small patches of ice,
but were easily navigable. We just had to carefully place our
steps and take our time. Fortunately, we didn't get any more snow
after we left the Keyhole. It took us about 45 minutes to
negotiate the Ledges, and then we entered to Trough. The right
side of the Trough was covered with a couple of inches of snow with ice
underneath (very dangerous), and there was a fair amount of lighter
snow-covered ice in the middle and left side, but again we just took
our time and chose our steps (and handholds) carefully. In 2
loooong, steep hours, we had climbed the Trough and negotiated around
the chockstone at the top and were ready for the Narrows.
We decided to ditch our packs and make a quick dash to the summit
(except for Bryan and his friend, who kept their's on). This did
make negotiating the couple of tight spots on the Narrows a little more
comfortable, but it would have been easy enough with the pack on.
I was really surprised - much of what I read about the Narrows is
completely misguided. It is actually quite easy to cross (even if
it was slick I don't think it would have been too difficult). The
view is certainly breathtaking, but the path is wide and there are
plenty of handholds and footholds to keep you on the mountain with
relative ease, though if you have a problem with heights this is not
the place for you. After about 15 minutes we were across the
Narrows and headed to the HomeStretch.
The HomeStretch had some very thin ice on it in spots, but the rock was
rough enough that we were able to ascend without too much difficulty in
around 20 minutes or so. At 1 pm, we were all on the
summit! Unfortunately, we were almost completely in the clouds,
so we couldn't see too much. We signed the register and rested
for 20 minutes or so and headed back down after I called Lori on the
cell and let here know I made it.
Whoa! Going down the HomeStretch is harder than going up, at
least when it is slick. I ended up kind of slowly skiing down the
difficult sections on my feet while in a crouching position (so I
didn't have far to fall onto my behind ). A little more than half
an hour and we were back at the top of the Trough with our packs,
eating lunch. By this time, the clouds were completely gone and
we were privileged to enjoy some incredible views.
The trip back down the Trough and across the Ledges was uneventful, and
easier than going up since the rocks were dry and most of the ice had
melted in the middle and left side of the Trough. We were back at
the shelter at the Keyhole at 4. After 10 or 15 minutes of
visiting, I said goodbye to my new friends and headed down the
trail. Fortunately, for me at least, I left just in time. A
T-storm started brewing in the North and I ended up almost jogging down
the trail to get to treeline before it got to me. I was just past
the Alpine Brook bridge when the first thunderclap came from directly
above me. I was a little concerned, knowing the my new friends
were way behind me on the trail and above Timberline during the
storm. Fortunately, the lightning seemed to be confined to the
clouds so I figured they were OK.
A quick 40 minutes took me the last two miles in the hail and rain to
the TH, where I signed out (at 6:58 pm) and jumped into the truck where
Lori and the kids were waiting to take me back to the camper. I
made it! - car to car in 14 hours and 13 minutes, 15 miles with 1 mile
of elevation gain. Here are the pictures:

The Trailhead sign (during the daytime)

Rebecca at Chasm Junction on the Tuesday before my ascent

Me trying to get the latch to work on the 'Sky Potty' at Chasm Junction

Here's a great shot of Peacock Pool, Ship's Prow, Mount Meeker, and the
couloir leading to the Loft,
taken from Chasm Junction

A closeup of Peacock pool from Chasm Junction

A shot of the Diamond and North Face from the trail before the
BoulderField

The Keyhole from close to the end of the trail. If you look close
you can see the Privy in the lower center.

One of the tent sites at the start of the Boulderfield. The rocks
are stacked up to help block the fierce winds
that often blow up here.

Bryan (red pack) and the climber from Boulder

Awesome view of Glacier Gorge from the bottom of the Trough

View of snow/ice on the right side of the Trough

Here's me at shortly after we entered the Trough - just follow the
Bullseyes and you'll eventually get there ;-)

This is the start of the Narrows, the narrowest part. The fog at
this point was
good, since it blocked the view of the 2000 foot dropoff on the right.

Here's the proof - the obligatory Summit photo

Bryan's friend had a nasty fall trying to get over the chockstone at
the top of
the Trough. Ow - that lump stuck out almost an inch from his shin.

Preparing to leave the Summit in the fog



Going down the HomeStretch in the fog

A quick look at a small, unnamed lake close to Keplinger's lake, seen
from the bottom
of the HomeStretch.

An awesome rock formation called the Pallisades that blocks the view of
the South side routes
up Longs. That's Mt. Meeker and part of the Loft in the
background.

A great shot of the HomeStretch from the bottom.

Here is Pagoda Mt. and the saddle called the "Keyboard of the Winds"

Another shot of the Keyboard of the Winds

Back across the Narrows


Just follow the crack and you won't fall off ;-)

An awesome frozen waterfall about halfway down the Trough


Here's a good clear view down the Trough into Glacier Gorge

Here's the hardest spot on the Ledges. There is about 10-15 ft of
smooth
rock to the right of the bottom bar and then a serious dropoff.

As near as we can tell, the bottom bar is a foothold, and the top one
is
a handhold. We could have negotiated this without the bars, but
were
certainly more comfortable having them there.

Chasm view and the North Face and upper part of the Diamond, taken from
the BoulderField on the way back down.

I couldn't resist this shot of Mt. Ypsilon from the Boulderfield, with
the storms starting to brew.