One of the things we found out fairly quickly was that our guides did not have the luxury of getting any up to date route information from fellow guides. A typical summit day would include rising around midnight and climbing to take advantage of firmer snow conditions. With the “advertised” summit day being 9 – 13 hours, this would theoretically put the team on the summit for sunrise and then a quick descent would put the team back at camp before noon. But, because our guides had not been on the mountain for several years and did not have any current rout information, we left at 3am so they could actually see the route once we crossed over the Blue Glacier.
Once we were on the trail we wound up through the forest with headlamps for about an hour until we reached a feature called the “Lateral Moraine.” In layman’s terms this would best be described as the rocky walls that hold the sides of the glacier. It was an easy walk on the ridge of the moraine, then we dropped about 1,000′ through the rocks and scree to access the Blue Glacier.






After some deliberation, it was determined that we would need to remove our crampons and climb about 1,000′ over a rock feature.

Once we were at the top of the rocks the climbing started in earnest. Earlier in the season it would be a relatively easy “walk” up the Snow Dome as the entire route would have been snow. Due to the lateness of this trip, about 3/4 of the snow had melted off the Snow Dome to reveal huge stretches of blue ice. Typically one would have multiple ice tools and different boots to try and tackle a 45degree ice wall. As we didn’t have the right tools, we opted to place snow pickets and use a running rope belay to get everyone up safely, picking our way around the visible ice.

As we were on a “mission” and it was close to being almost eight hours before we even saw the summit, I sadly didn’t take many photos. My tentmate (Jesse) was snapping a few shots and so if I am in any shots, credit to Jesse!







Once we got to the snow ramp that lead to the last 80′ of the summit, basically chaos ensued. Several groups were on top and were trying to rappel down as our group pushed its way past a group that was already waiting to climb to the summit. I took one look at the situation and decided I was not going to go to the top. So, no, I did not summit Mt Olympus but got within 80′ and I felt fine about it! It turns out that our “quick” turn at the rock wall turned into almost two hours. I would totally understand if the independent group actually filed a complaint – I would have … Anyways, the rest of the team made it to the top and then without much fanfare, we started the descent.









We finally made it back to camp at 7:00pm and had about an hour to rest and then we had dinner and went to bed. It turned out to be a 16 hour summit day, which in my books was the second hardest summit day only to that of Denali. CRAZY! Many of the guidebooks say “Don’t underestimate the effort to get to the summit of Mt Olympus.” No kidding … at a “short” 7980′ it would be dwarfed by the mountains in our local Wasatch Range but when Mom commented that I should try again next year with a different guide group my response was an immediate “NO!” HAHA