Yesterday I attempted to summit Mt. Hood, Oregon's highest peak at roughly 11,239' (I've read everything from 11,234' - 11,250'). Unfortunately, I got a late start and made the decision to turn around about 300 yards shy of the peak. Extremely warm temps made for unstable snow and dangerous rockfall. Regardless, it was a fun hike and the 3000'+ vertical descent was well worth the effort. The hike took me roughly 2.5hrs and I took my sweet time descending, carving huge turns and slashing around in the untracked slush.
I started my ascent from the top of the Palmer Lift at Timberline.
I wore crampons and carried an ice axe, although both were unnecessary until I approached the final ascent. I moved steadily, taking one short snack/water break before reaching crater rock.
Here is the view of Illumination Rock as I climbed towards Crater Rock.
Once I reached Crater Rock (approximately 1.5hrs) the perils of the trek started to become much more apparent. Hidden crevasses, thermal vents spewing noxious sulfuric gas, wet slides, and rockfall all worked together to make me feel increasingly uncomfortable (exactly what I was looking for).
Although I was personally attempting to solo to the summit, I knew there would be plenty of other hikers on the mountain. At no point did I feel completely alone. A group of 3 hikers started their ascent at roughly the same time as me, and we all reconvened at The Hogsback, a convenient place to hydrate and refuel before attempting the final ascent. At this point it was roughly 2:15pm. All of the research I had done suggested adhering to a strict 2:00pm turnaround during the summer months. While the bootpack I was following seemed stable, I had increasing concerns about instability and rockfall closer to the summit. The group of 3 decided to go for it, and a huge part of me felt compelled to follow suit. Against my better judgment, I decided to go a bit further, knowing in the back of my head that a summit was probably unlikely.
Moments later I witnessed a very large wetslide about 100 yards to my right. The slide wasn't particularly violent or energetic, but the terrain trap below was enough for me to finally make a definitive decision; I was done. I tore off my crampons, clicked into my skis, and got the hell out of there. All things considered, it was a great day! The snow through the descent was much better than I thought it would be. Pretty much the best day evah!