After hiking generally westward along the trail for about 3.5 hours, we eventually arrived at the start of Mazatzal Peak's long northwest ridge. A cairn marks the point of departure from Barnhardt trail, and we pushed up through a somewhat dense cover of manzanita bushes to a semi-open ridge crest. We then followed the ridge all the way up to the summit, a climb of about 550 metres over a distance of about 3 kilometres. Although there is nothing technically difficult about the ascent, the ridge is quite bushy making hiking unpleasant if not aggravating. Unlike their counterparts in the Canadian Rockies, all the bushes here are thorny and have an annoying tendency to grab and tug at both clothing and skin. I had already changed out of my long pants and into shorts earlier on the trail, but because of warm temperatures, I was stubbornly hesitant to change back into my pants. As a result, my legs looked like they had gotten into a fight with a feral cat by the time I reached the summit. In retrospect, it is sobering to realize that we had not even experienced the worst of the bushwhacking yet.
For our return trip, we opted to try the
alternate descent route via Suicide Ridge and its northwest arm.
Death by a thousand cuts would aptly describe the hellish bushwhack down
this route which is understandably not well-traveled. The northwest
arm of Suicide Ridge is easy enough to follow, but we spent a lot of
effort weaving through the thorny bushes which clutter the route.
Occasional promising breaks in the undergrowth would inevitably disappear
in a new tangle of woody nastiness, and our progress was painfully slow,
both figuratively and literally. When we got within sight of Barnhardt trail a few hundred metres away, we abandoned the ridge crest
probably a little too soon. We consequently endured the worst
bushwhacking of the day thrashing through unyielding thickets of
mazanitas right up to the edge of the trail. After regaining the
trail, we took a short break to mentally collect ourselves and patch up
any dangling pieces of flesh before settling into a long but uneventful
hike back to the trailhead. Photo
courtesy of Zosia Zgolak Photo
courtesy of Zosia Zgolak
Travel is much easier on the final approach to the true summit.
Sonny enters Mazatzal Wilderness on
Barnhardt Trail.
Zosia follows the
trail into Barhardt Canyon.
The trail eventually traverses all the
way across and over the low saddle at far right. The route to
Mazatzal Peak leaves the trail near the saddle and climbs up the
skyline ridge.
Zosia leaves the trail and climbs up
the bushy ridge. Note the cairn at bottom right.
Zosia gets her first clear view of
Mazatzal Peak's summit in the distance. The seemingly highest
peak visible is actually a false summit.
Sonny
tries to avoid getting stabbed in the eye by the pointy leaves of an
agave plant as he squeezes through a tight opening in some prickly
bushes.
Zosia scrambles over some boulders
along the ridge.
Zosia weaves her way through a bunch
of deadfall on the slope before the false summit.