From the top of Peak 11080 George pointed out a ragged jumble of towers to the west. He casually commented "Let's see if we can climb that one too. It's called Triple Peak."
"It looks awfully far away and S-C-A-R-Y" I responded, sensing a misadventure was about to begin.
"Let's go take a look" George said. "We can always bail off if it's too hard."
So down off we went. Ultimately George, John and I made it to the north of Triple Peak. Why it's called Triple Peak is a mystery. It doesn't have 3 summits, it's more like 8. A more appropriate name would be Mordor, Mount Doom, Fortress of Solitude or something more awesome. Triple Peak - we can do better!
Armed with obscure beta and failing memories, we sought out a rotten ramp, "keyhole", and easy ledge traverse. We explored the west face up and down. We found lots of keyholes, ramps, and rotten gullies. At one point we were on the skyline ridge less than 100 feet from top, between the two biggest towers - the center and northeast. To be honest, I am not sure where we were. The place was a maze. Ultimately, all the loose rock and exposure winked us out and we called it quits. We were vanquished.
Rest assured, we will return. It's a wild place.
Triple Peak (the lower jumbled peak in the foreground) from Peak 11,080 summit.
From the North.
N. Face of Breitenback
John and George descending from our high point on the skyline ridge at right edge of photo.
"Let's get out of here." The pass to the South.
We reached the saddle between the two highest towers (I think). We'll be back.(George photo)