Mount Baker Ice Cragging - Coleman Glacier, November 2002
Mount Baker and the Coleman Glacier as seen from the Heliotrope Ridge trail

It was time to get out and swing the ice tools again. It was to be a crisp, clear November day; conditions we hoped would be favorable for a day of ice cragging in the Coleman Glacier icefall.

Determined not to let the previous evening's Halloween party revelry interfere with my obligations to Scott and our plans for the day, I tried my best to ignore the fact that I was feeling quite hungover. I pulled into Scott's driveway about a half-hour late and made a dash for the toilet as soon as he opened the door. Although it was my turn to drive, I tossed Scott my car keys, curled-up in the passenger seat and writhed in misery for the next couple hours. By the time we reached the town of Glacier I was feeling much better. I had all but forgotten how rotten I had felt earlier as we parked at the trailhead. Scott was clearly impressed by my ability to "bounce back". (Photos: SH, SV)

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Coleman Glacier
The Coleman Glacier looms ahead. From the trailhead we hiked about three miles before reaching the lateral moraine at glacier's edge (ignore right fork in trail).
Seracs on Coleman
We could see a sizable party at the base of a large serac (lower center right). We hiked uphill briefly before locating a trail that led out onto the glacier's edge.
Serac wandering
We walked out onto the glacier, noting several smaller parties dispersed throughout the icefall. I soon located a serac that appeared easy to top-rope.
Scott on TR
Scott nears the lip.

The vertical serac wall featured hard glacier ice that bulged near the top. Tool placement was difficult; a light throw would cause the axe to bounce off whereas a hard throw would usually result in a large dinner plate falling off. We both struggled up the wall and decided to look around for something slightly less ambitious to climb.
Colonel on TR
We found a slightly angled wall of perfect styrofoam ice basking in the sunshine. Scott and I set up a top rope and each took our turns swinging our tools. We then let another party climb our top rope as Scott and I poked around for another serac wall to climb. Pictured here is someone, known to me only by his sign-in name, COL. Von Spanker.
Scott enjoying lunch with our new friends.
On lead
I decided to try my hand at leading a pitch. Scott cleaned the route and met me at the belay station. Once on top of the serac, it dawned on us that there wasn't an easy way to return the way we came.
Returning to dry land
We carefully climbed along the serac tops, stepped over bottomless gaps in the ice, and followed a circuitous route through the icefall back to the lateral moraine. The sun was beginning to set and we hurriedly squeezed in one last top-rope before bidding our new friends farewell and returning home.
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