When Kevin was ready, we left my van at Sulphur Works and drove two other vehicles up to the Bumpass Hell parking lot a few miles further and a thousand feet higher. This would allow us an easier loop, with a short approach to Eagle and then a straight drop down from Diller at the end of the traverse. There was only one other car in the large parking lot at 9:30a, much like the other parking lots and the Visitor Center we passed by. There just didn't seem to be many visitors for a fine June weekend.
We hiked on firm snow at the start, though temperatures had clearly not gotten
below freezing overnight. There would be more postholing towards the end of the
outing, but for now it was good footing.
Eagle Peak is only 2/3 mile from the start and it
seemed we might make it up to the top in half an hour. That was a bit optimistic
as it took nearly twice as long. Traveling over
easy slopes to begin, we found
more snow than our first view from Sulphur Works had indicated. After ascending
a moderatetly steep 
snow slope we reached another
easy section before a rocky
headwall. The whole length of the wall appeared to be fifth class, even when
viewed up close, but there are easy routes around both the left and right sides.
We chose to scramble up the 
right side exit to the
summit slope where
we had our first good view of 
Mt. Lassen a short distance to the north.
A group of three
skiers could be seen traversing Lassen's South Slopes to the saddle with Eagle
Peak. Laura was regretting that she had left her skis in the car, noting the
conditions were quite good for skiing ("hero snow" was the term she used).
It was 10:30a when we reached 
the summit.
Though half an hour late with our
rendevous with Bill, there was no sign of him, no fresh tracks to suggest he
might be ahead of us. We spotted a total of seven skiers and hikers ascending
from the saddle in several parties, but none of them appeared to include Bill.
This was as many people as we had seen on the whole drive into the park
earlier.
The summit of Eagle has two closely-spaced points that appear equally likely to
be the highpoint. The western point has
an old register made from a lead pipe
capped at two ends, the whole thing bolted to the rocks by a weak, rusty chain.
The threads on the end were far too rusted to remove and it appears to have been
many years since it was last opened. There are fine views from the
summit including most of the southern part of the park. Mt. Lassen looms high
above us to the north, Brokeoff and the day's traverse to
the southwest, the massive Mt. Shasta lost partially in clouds a long
distance to 
the northwest.
We stayed about 20 minutes at the summit, scanning the area for Bill. We called
his cell phone and left a message. Hours later he would return the call and tell
us he was about an hour behind us, having spotted us from the summit of Mt.
Helen about a mile to the southeast. We talked briefly with the first of the
skiers that ascended just behind us, then 
started down the south side
of Eagle for the start of the traverse to Mt. Diller. The
first of two intermediate peaks is called Ski Heil Peak and is little more than
a rounded, snow-covered bump on the ridge, taking all of fifteen minutes
to reach from Eagle Peak. After this the ridge grows more interesting
with a mix of snow and 
bare ground, with some
rock scrambling thrown in to keep it fun.
The weather was starting to change as the advance guard of a late season storm
began to arrive and cloud over the area. The wind was light and the temperatures
very nice for hiking and I switched back and forth between just a tshirt and
a fleece as conditions changed during the day.
Our group of five kept a pretty good pace, led by Adam out in front who was
like the dog with too much energy to stay heeled. He'd been complaining of being
out of shape in the weeks leading up to the trip but clearly his judgement was
far off (or the rest of us were just laggards). Laura had been rehabilitating
her knee after surgery last fall, and seemed to have it just about back to its
old self. I was just happy that doing all those wimpy hikes in the Diablo Range
seemed sufficient - this was the highest elevation I'd been at since October.
T
Another half an hour along the ridge is 
Pilot Pinnacle,
a more interesting formation with a rocky summit and loose
class 3 scramble if one follows 
the ridge directly.
I nearly let a large bowling ball-sized rock go when I slipped
just below the summit, holding onto it with one arm until I could rearrange it
to keep from tumbling down on 
Laura who was not far behind me. We
found no sign of a register at the 
Pilot summit,
and finding the wind had picked up and grown colder, we 
started down
the easier southwest side soon after. Thinking that we
were going to descend Pilot Pinnacle the same way, Laura had left her poles
below the start of the class
3 and had to return for them. The other four of us hunkered down on the leeward
side of the peak while she retrieved them and then came around the northwest
side to join us a few minutes later.
50 minutes further along was 
Mt. Diller,
the fourth highest summit in the park
after Lassen, Brokeoff and Eagle. It proved to be a 
short challenge
as well
with some 
class 3 scrambling on equally loose rock.
There are easier routes
we came to find on the south and southwest sides of 
the summit,
but the short
challenges we found on the northeast and east sides were all good fun as long
as we took great care and went slowly to test out the dubious holds. Rock held
together by dried mud seemed a good description. The partial remains of a lead
pipe similar to that on Eagle were all that we found in the way of a register.
We didn't bother to investigate a damp scrap of paper shoved into the open end
of the pipe.
It was 1p by the time we were 
ready to head down. The descent was
both fun and easy, initially down a long, 
sand/gravel
slope that made for decent boot
skiing until we encountered the 
snow cover
found at the base of the summit.
The snow had become soft afternoon mush and we followed this down through the
trees following the drainage that leads to Sulphur Works and the parking lot.
Our party split up for this last mile. I came down the west side of the creek
while the other came down 
the east side, in various groupings. Between
us was dry ground where various bubbling 
sulphur pots could be found
feeding into the creek that carved the small canyon 
down the middle.
The others found calf deep mud in places for their trouble while I found the
Ridge Lakes Trail for the last quarter mile before the parking lot,
allowing me to get back shortly before them.
We all agreed it had been a fine outing, better than any of us had expected. I'd like to come back some time to do the traverse between Diller and Brokeoff as the East Ridge of Brokeoff looks to make for an interesting challenge. After a short break to clean boots, have a drink and rest, we piled into the van to head up to retrieve our cars and begin the next leg of the adventure - on to Mt. Shasta. We drove through Lassen NP and then to the end of SR89 to the small town of Mt. Shasta where we got a motel room and dinner at the local burger joint. There was much optimism as we fueled up on burgers and made plans for the next day, even as the clouds grew more ominous overhead.
Back in the motel later, we began to check the online weather reports which did
not portend well for the week's plans. A late-season storm was moving in
overnight, bringing 1-2" of rain to town, snow and high winds to the mountain.
18F and gusts as high as 95mph were predicted.
The two day storm would be followed by another
one further north in Washington at the same time we'd planned for Rainier. After
much discussion, Tom and Laura decided to head north to Oregon to wait things
out and return to attempt Shasta on Wednesday after the storm had passed.
Adam and I drove home (more than six hours of 
rain along the way),
while Kevin continued north to Seattle where he needs
to catch a plane to Alaska later in the month. We're going to reconvene (minus
Kevin) in Yosemite later this week for some rock climbing. So far, the
Sierra weather gods appear to be in a better mood...