
Bear Peak is the mountain that I see when I look out the front window of my house, so, if there's any mountain about which I daydream, or any mountain about which I think, "I've got to get up there", it's that mountain. I usually "get up there" at least once a summer. I have run many peaks this summer, but I had not made it up
the bear until this morning. With a weather forecast calling for a nice snowstorm tonight and tomorrow, I figured that today was the day - now or never (or now or April, or now or icy). I did the Bear Canyon to Bear Peak West Ridge route, then back the same way. This
trail map shows the trails in the area. It is not the most direct route - kind of the "long way" - but, until the final five hundred feet or so, it's all
run-able. That final pitch is steep and very rocky, so it's more like power hiking. I had an amazing run. I only saw about a dozen people on the trail, and
no one once on the west ridge and the peak. Low clouds and mist were spilling over the saddle between Bear and South Boulder Peaks - a very impressive sight. I did it just in time, as the rocks were wet and a bit treacherous on the way down. It probably was not the smartest thing to do (solo bagging a 8,461 foot peak only hours - minutes? - before a winter storm, in running shoes, shorts, and a thin long-sleeved top, with no water or food, and without telling anyone where I was going), but I never claimed to be smart - just somewhat tough. I was up-and-down in 1:55, including a few short breaks to stretch a bit, a couple of "urination stations", and five minutes of panoramic bliss on top. I'm glad I got it in, and I now proclaim that winter can officially commence.