For many years, I had this thing for a Colorado mountain called Wetterhorn Peak. I saw pictures of it. Heard about people climbing it.
And then I saw it. Five years ago, while hiking Uncompahgre Peak, I finally laid eyes on this beauty. That’s when a low-grade obsession began — not all-consuming (that would be weird), but frequently on my mind.
A few months ago, I finally got to climb it. What usually happens after a climb a peak is something like still feeling a great appreciation for it, but the allure it had previously fades a bit.
That didn’t happen this time. Every time I see a picture of Wetterhorn, or relive that late spring ascent, I still find myself in a bit of awe. Not because of the difficulty of the climb (it’s not an extremely tough ascent), but more from its beauty.
Four ridges rise to its 14,015 summit. From the north, it’s rise is nearly shear. The south features a dramatic and signature sweep. Its east and west ridges are steep and rugged.
Pictures tell the tale better. Here is Wetterhorn as seen from the summit of nearby Matterhorn Peak.
My friend Kay hiked in from the north and snapped this amazing photo.
Wetterhorn wears the snow pretty well.
And like a true beauty, she holds up well in a close-up.
And if you’re fortunate enough to reach Wetterhorn’s summit, the views from the top are incredible.
Climber and BASE jumper/wingsuit flier Steph Davis writes a blog she titles “High Infatuation.” Though I think that term has a different meaning for her than for me, I can definitely relate to the sentiment. Especially when it comes to this mountain. She hasn’t lost her luster.