I wanted to get to Scudamore Peak. That didn't happen but I did get to enjoy nice views in the Stein Valley Nlaka'pamux Heritage Park which I accessed (again) from Morris Creek from Van Horlick Creek FSR off of Duffey Lake Road.
Overview of the area.
Van Horlick Creek FSR is mid clearance 2wd to the Morris spur but getting bushy. The Morris Spur still 2wd but a bit more bushy to the East/West junction. West Morris gives good access to the "Bible Group" and East Morris is what I follow a little bit further then park. I've been up this road a couple of times already (Outreach, Elf, Troll) so knew what to expect as I walked 4km or so to it's end. The last km is very bushy.
Bashing through the cutblock and forest I ascended to the alpine near Elf Peak where I fumbled through soft snow past Elf to start a long side-hill towards Scudamore.
Some tiger traps present. Elf and where I came from the snow bench left of it.
And where I'm going - North Stein River Valley below with Scudamore upper left.
Upper North Stein with Storm, Cyclone and Asherah above.
I'd set a good pace so far but the sun and side-hilling seemed to be sucking the life out of me. I knew I wasn't drinking enough and my appetite had disappeared. Getting under the western slopes of Scudamore I still had some major gullies to cross over. Snow in them and on the sides could create difficulties in getting to the southern ridge and by now my heart wasn't into it anymore so I decided to go straight up and see where I could get to from the ridge.
Good scrambling for a while and I top out on the minor peak on the northwest ridge where the continuation of that ridge looks difficult - which I knew it would be based on a couple of other accounts.
Scudamore and the ridge between us.
The Bible Group (Gideon and St. Jacobs). Matier and Joffre at rear with Midian in front of them.
Down the North Stein to where it meets the Stein River. Klackarpun/Skook Jim areas centre to right.
2410m sub summit shot.
However, the food and drink along with gaining some views (and also I believe, accepting the fact I wasn't going to make the summit) had me feeling better so I decided to set off and explore the ridge and see how far I could safely get.
Not too far it turns out, got over or around a bump or two. A rope would have helped in prolonging things but I didn't have one today.
Sub summit at right. Scudaless was more or less how things went.
Back to that bump then I carried on following the ridge back towards Troll Peak but first passing over a subpeak of it and enjoying the views as I go. Thirst was a constant companion but I new that once past Troll I could drop down to the bench where some melt water streams were running.
Where I just was.
Atop "Troll SE1". Snow Creep. Feeling more content.
Troll and Elf. Cayoosh, Marriott and Nequatque at rear.
The route towards Troll.
Plenty of cornice collapses and I stayed off the snow as much as possible. Gaining Troll I took another quick break but energy levels were staying low and all I really wanted to do was get back to my vehicle.
Scudamore and more.
Silent Hub and Cog to the north. Moomin, Notgott, Elusive and Gotcha in the far distance.
The route ahead towards Elf Peak. I'll be dropping off before then to aim for the snowy bench left of it.
The afternoon wore on as I descended Troll then gained a bump between it and Elf, grabbed a couple more shots then started to descend off the ridge boot skiing on some snow then fine talus to boulders and then more postholing through thin snow to gain the bench.
Looking back at Troll from the bump shortly before I left the ridge.
Gideon and St. Jacobs from the near bench area.
I passed through a couple of bowls (getting more much needed water out of a stream) going by where I gained the alpine with the intention of descending steep forest to avoid the last bushy cutblock of the logging road (and the bush on the road too). This went well enough and I came out near an avalanche path to limp back to my vehicle as my right knee (the one I broke many years past) was hurting. This seems to happen more when dealing with unexpected postholing (aka "tiger traps").
Eventually though, I reach my vehicle nearly 10 hours after I left it where I enjoy a beer and reflect on a day where it seemed I felt my age. I certainly felt the heat of the sun and lack of hydration but as the days pass and the memory fades a little (or parts of it) I feel that it was a fair day out in the mountains.