(above) There now, do you see it? The real Fox (Kayuqtuq), hiding in the background. Duh. You might also notice the two route attempts on the decoy mountain standing in front of it, the foreground mountain which is pretending to be the higher one. To think that I fell for this old trick ONCE AGAIN. It's a standard trick of mountains everywhere, stand closer to the valley and you will appear to be taller than the mountains behind you. The one in the back is the true high point of the region (as I've mentioned, one of the few possible "Four Thousanders" of the Kigluaik). Now I've spent gallons of gas and layers of capillaries to climb this peak, and it wasn't even the right one! Shall I self-flagellate over this nincompoop fiasco of wasted gasoline and hardened capillary? Or shall I zen it out and simply state: that's how it goes in the Kigs...
Back on the March attempt, Earp had been referring to the mountain as "Foxy," which I will do for this post, which sort of differentiates it from the true and highest Fox, which is different than when I was calling "Kayuqtuq" in an earlier post, all the better since mountains do and should have more than one name.
Both attempts employed a northern approach from the Crater Creek side. (Below) is an image looking off to the west from Foxy showing why I couldn't just traverse around left to the rounded south side. Osborn, King of the Kigs, is the meta-sedimentary lump furthest to the right. The intermediary lumps are the Grand Central Peaks around Gold Run Creek. Kigluaik peaks, in general, are lumps from the south, but Gustave Dore' nightmares from the north.
(below) Looking up the ridge. Took me a long time to trust the snow, so I stuck to the crest. It's probably only Class 3. A few fun moves on turf with fine thwack!s.