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| View of The Incredible Hulk from our campsite in the evening |
Tuesday July 7, 2026
I flew to Reno where met Mike me. We made the drive past Bridgeport, CA to the Twin Lakes campground where we parked our car. The hike to the base of Incredible Hulk was approximately 4.5 miles with 2,500 feet of elevation gain. We completed the approach in just under three hours, placing us at our campsite around 7:30 PM with about an hour of daylight left to set up our tents and cook a quick dinner.
The following morning we awoke early but got off to a later start than desired, because I was having some stomach issues. Finally we departed camp around 6:40 AM, hiked to the base, and started on our way up
The Red Dihedral (5.10b). Some low 5th-class scrambling led to the proper start. Our plan from the beginning was for me to lead the odd pitches and Mike the even ones. Mike got us to the base of the dihedral proper, and I started on up. This was a sustained corner for 100+ feet, but I felt strong, energetic, and confident. Unfortunately my foot slipped about two-thirds of the way up (the hands are good, but the feet are largely just smears at times) and I took a short fall onto a solid cam. Oh well, so much for the clean send! At the top of the corner I reached a welcome rest with a big jug to hang on and decent feet. After gathering my strength, I made a final move up and right through a bulge with thin handholds – I honestly felt this move was, although technical, over very quickly and not as challenging as the long corner which led up to it.
Mike took us on some easier climbing which led to the "splitter crack". I took the lead on this as well; the SuperTopo guide listed it as 5.9, but I have to say I felt it was firmly in 5.10 territory (and Mountain Project concurs). The crack was thin, and the feet were sparse in places. But this one I made it up without a fall.
Above the splitter crack was generally easier climbing, with one or two 5.9 moves thrown in. The most memorable part was of course tunneling through the "Keyhole" at the very top. I was trailing my pack for this entire chimney pitch with a double-length (120 cm) sling, and although I had no trouble getting through the keyhole with my body, the pack got stuck in a v-shaped groove. There was just enough slack in the sling for me to turn around, reach way down, extend the first tether with another 120 cm sling, and pull the bag around the sticking point. Mike met me at the top, and we celebrated!
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Mike celebrates at the top of Red Dihedral
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The descent made me nervous but was straightforward. There was a long section of 4th/low 5th class scrambling to the south along a ridge. Near the end of the ridge we peeled off to the left towards a solid pair of bolts for a long rappel. This placed us in the descent gully, which we followed back to the campsite. There was a short section of very steep terrain halfway down, which now has two bolts making it easy to rappel instead of downclimb. The bottom of the gully consists of some pretty unpleasant scree. I moved slowly and carefully.
Our plan was to spend the next day (Thursday) resting, hoping perhaps to tackle another long climb on Friday. But Mike's wrist/hand had started hurting badly on The Dihedral, and it wasn't doing any better when we woke up the next morning. Not wanting to hurt himself even more, we decided we would rest on our laurels hike out that day instead. Before we did that, however, we walked up to the base of
Tradewinds (5.11). I thought I would give the first pitch a go, since it was short enough that I could lower off the first set of anchors. Well, even this first pitch slapped me down. Powerful moves with only finger jams in many sections and no feet to speak of except a few poor smears. After hanging on gear maybe three or four times, I pulled my way up to the first bolt, sacrificed a carabiner to the mountain gods, and lowered myself back down. If I want to try this again, I'll need to return with someone stronger than myself to set up a top rope!
We hastily made our way back to camp, broke down our tents, bags, and other gear, and begin the trek back to our car. My feet were very sore and tired by now, and the pack felt very heavy. I went slowly, picking my way carefully over boulders and talus, not wanting to twist an ankle on this hike with the top-heavy pack pulling my body in strange directions. I believe it still took us over two and a half hours to make it back to the parking lot. I was exhausted, but it was another successful trip into the wilderness.