Forbidden Peak - West Ridge, July 2002
Forbidden Peak as seen from Sahale Peak with West Ridge on left skyline.

Considered one of the 50 "classic climbs" of North America, it was simply a matter of time before I felt I had what it takes to lead a climb of Forbidden Peak's West Ridge. And so, with a favorable weather forecast for a July weekend I made the call and together with Tom and Andy drove over to Marblemount early on a Friday afternoon. We secured the last available Boston Basin permit for the night and started making our way up the Boston Basin trail at 6:00pm that evening. (Photos: SV)

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North Fork Cascade River Valley
Late afternoon, looking down the Cascade River valley. We made good time hiking into Boston Basin. Despite having to slowly pick our way through a couple large swaths of forest flattened by what were surely massive spring-time avalanches, we still made it to camp in about two-and-a-half hours.
Johannesbug Mountain
We set up camp on some flattish rocks up high on the left side of the basin, below Forbidden's South Face. We awoke to low morning fog that burned off as the sun rose in the sky. Johannesburg Mountain clings to the morning clouds.
Bergschrund
We walked straight up to the base of the couloir and roped up for the thin bergschrund crossing. Tom belayed Andy as he crossed over the snow bridge at the base of the West Ridge couloir.
Couloir
The couloir went at about 45/50 degrees. Firm snow made for enjoyable climbing.
Eldorado Peak
We reached the notch at the base of the West Ridge and were treated to spectacular views of Eldorado Peak and Moraine Lake.
Mt. Formidable and more
We belayed each other up the easier 4th class terrain lower down on the ridge to get a feel for how we would be able to manage a three-man team on a single 60m rope. While hanging out at the belay, I lost myself in the views of Spider Mountain, Dome Peak, Mount Formidable and Glacier Peak to the southeast.
Looking north
To the north lay Klawatti Lake. The peak behind the lake is Primus Peak. To the right of Primus Peak is Tricouni Peak. Incidentally, Tricouni was a type of boot with nails for spikes sort of like an early version of crampons.
Tom and Andy at belay
We switched leads and I led out for the remainder of the ridge. We started making good time on the rock and only stopped to belay the "crux" move somewhere half way up the ridge. Andy and Tom look on from the belay as I set out up the ridge.
Climbing West Ridge
Looking back down the ridge.
Klawatti Lake
It was a perfect day and summit views are among the finest that I have seen . One could virtually survey the entire horizon from the Olympics in the west to the snow-free peaks on the eastern fringes of the range. Klawatti Lake lay below us and we wondered what the prominent pyramidal snow clad peak in the distance was.
Boston Glacier
The mighty Boston Glacier lay at our feet. Mount Goode, Mount Buckner, and Boston Peak (left to right) tower above all the rest.
Jack Mountain
Jack Mountain and behind it, Hozomeen Mountain dominate the view to the northeast.
Summit shot
And of course...my summit photo. In summary, the route lives every bit up to its reputation of being a classic. The climbing isn't difficult (5.4) and though exposed, the ridge could be climbed un-roped w/ light hiking boots. The rock is solid, textured for good purchase w/ great features for hands.
Rappell
Andy raps off the upper ridge. We would rap down the ridge about 3 or 4 times before downclimbing back to the notch. Some choose to return via the East Ridge which is reported to be somewhat easier. Descent via the West Ridge takes about as long as it takes to climb it.
Looking down couloir
Andy prepares to rap down to the top of the couloir. We rapped one rope length down the couloir and since a moat prevented easy access to the various rap slings below we ended up having to face in and downclimb the mushy snow back to the sketchy 'schrund crossing. We ran and skied in our boots down the gentle snow fields back to camp and packed up...at which point we were for the first time approached by a climbing ranger wanting to see our climbing permits. Not five minutes earlier, I was talking how it would have been easy to poach a camp spot up in Boston Basin should we not have been able to obtain a permit. Fortunately we had ours this time!
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