Thu, Feb 25, 2021
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With: | Eric Smith |
Ibex and Haystack are two Arizona summits found in the Plomosa Mtns of La Paz County, featured in Purcell's Rambles & Scrambles. It was an hour+ drive from our campsite outside Parker, AZ, but seemed worth the effort, given the glowing review in the guidebook: "[Haystack's] full west ridge is easily one of the finest desert scrambles I've done." Eric and I had already spent five days scrambling in the Mojave Desert along the Colorado River, so I figured he might be ready for a tougher challenge. Given the choice between this and several other options, Eric chose Ibex/Haystack. And just to get it out of the way, I thought it was good, but hardly worthy of "finest". Probably not even in the top 25, if I had to put it somewhere.
We headed south towards our peak, aiming for the Northwest Ridge to the right
of the summit. We climbed steepening gullies leading to the
base of the cliffs, then traversed right to the NW Ridge with some easy
class 3
just before reaching the ridge. Once on the ridge, it opens to
the easier class 2 of
the West Slopes,
the only real difficulty is dodging an abundance of cholla cacti that cover
the slope. We traversed south to avoid the harder terrain on the ridge,
approaching the final summit climb from due west. We reached the summit in just
under an hour. A MacLeod party had left a register here
in 1981. Its
19 pages had entries from many of the usual CA suspects, most of them from
decades past. The
most recent entry was only five days before our
arrival, and the most recent name I reckonized was Chris Kerth
from November. The summit affords a swell view of Haystack to
the east with its imposing cliffs encircling the mountain. I wasn't
much worried about it at this stage, but Eric was already
expressing some trepidation. To the south rises the minor summit, unnamed
Peak 2,620ft, less than half a mile away. Barbara and Gordon had returned to
climb that one in 1991 and I made a half-hearted effort to talk Eric into a
side trip to nab it. I could tell that Haystack was weighing on his mind from
his reply - "if you want to go do that one, I'll probably just go back to the
car." No, this wouldn't do. Unnamed summits could wait.
After our break, we returned back across the cholla garden on the West Slopes
and dropped down through the same notch we'd ascended to skirt the base of
the cliffs on the north side. We dropped more than 700ft before
passing through
a saddle on the ridgeline between Ibex and Haystack.
A first obstacle on the ridge was bypassed on
the southeast side, as
others had reported before us. We then reached a second saddle, the lowpoint
along the ridge, and continued skirting
the south side of the ridge to
bypass cliffs immediately above us. The route-finding is not as tricky as I had
read, really the important point to note is to
keep traversing until
you can follow
a gully back up to the left to regain the ridge. This
can be taken to extremes by traversing low across the whole of the south side
of the mountain. In fact, a class 2 approach can be easily made from the dirt
road coming up the valley between the two peaks from the south. A more
adventurous route can cut back up the ridge on class 3-4 terrain early on, but
I didn't think that was going to help Eric's confidence.
So I kept leading us east until a class 2-3 route was obvious, leading us
neatly back to the main ridgeline. We continued scrambling
class 2-3 terrain up and over the west summit, a little dejected when
we realized we still had a fair bit to go
from the top of the west
summit. I led us down the ridgeline to
another saddle, and then
started up again, this time with stiffer class 3 and
more exposure. We had been going fairly steadily for about 2hrs from Ibex's
summit when Eric called for a stop. He was tired and not at all comfortable on
the terrain. He had read reports the evening before, mainly Stav Basis
(of Stav is Lost), and had slowly come to realize
that "airy class 3" is simply a kinder way of expressing "class 3 with
exposure". This was more than a few such moves, and more than he was willing
to commit to, especially since it would have to be reversed on the way down.
I didn't know exactly where the route went nor if it would get easier or harder,
but I went ahead to see if I could suss out what remained. After
a few minutes I returned, with the unfortunate news that it looked like more
of the same ahead. Eric decided to return to
the last saddle and wait
for me there.
After leaving Eric, it would take me another 25min to get to the summit. I
worked my way along the crest, over three bumps, the last of which I knew would
dead-end with a cliff to a notch. I downclimbed the south side of the ridge
until I could slip through the cliffs and worked my way over to towards the
final summit bump. One can scramble the class 3-4 along the SE Ridge, or find
a class 3 way up through a gap in the cliff on the south side. I did the latter,
after which I was quickly on the summit. Barbara and Gordon had climbed
this summit as well back in 1981, but if they left a register, I didn't find it.
In its place was one
from 1993 left by a local scrambler, with nine
pages of entries. Mark Adrian left a larger notepad
in 2000, also with
nine pages of entries. I quickly signed it, took
a few pictures from
the summit, and
reversed the route back
to Eric in another
25min. I found him rested and actually
exploring the route above the saddle some, now more relaxed and smiling. We
discussed the earlier events and some ideas for improvement. For one, it would
have helped if I'd slowed down and taken breaks now and then. Not one of my
strong suits, I know.
Rather than reverse the route over the West Ridge, I suggested we could simply
drop down the north side from the saddle and circle around back to the Jeep,
all class 2. There's some brush and a bit of class 3 to contend with immediately
below the saddle, but it
becomes easier and more relaxing the
further one descends. We paused at one point when a 12"
chuckwalla was
found
basking on a rock. It was kind enough to let us get pictures from
a variety of angles, not seeming too frightened by our presence. We
continued our
traversing to the west, taking about an hour
from the saddle
to return to the Jeep by 12:30p.
I showered there in the wash before returning to our campsite. The two of us then drove into Parker for dinner before returning for our nightly campfire. It was our last evening together before it was time for Eric to head home in the morning...
From Andy Martin via email 3/16/2022:
The peak is named after the annual Howling Dog Cookouts hosted just SE of the peak by Dave Jurasevich for many years, roughly in the 2000 to 2010 time frame, usually around April. "Howling Dog" refers to a coyote. Dave's in laws would cook up a huge & tasty feast, and many peakbaggers from CA and AZ would attend. I was lucky enough to get out there a few times.
I hiked "Howling Dog Peak" in April 2004 because it was close to the cookout location. I don't recall how it got named, don't think I was involved in the naming, and don't recall mentioning it to John Kirk, but the name is certainly appropriate.
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