Mount Addenbroke, Peak 1360

August 07, 2026

Mount Addenbroke, Peak 1360

Mount Addenbroke - 1591M

1591M Prominence

50.23160, -124.68613

August 7, 2026

Peak 1360 - 1360M

100M Prominence

50.24068, -124.68294

August 8, 2026

Day 1, August 7

1691M Ascent, 100M descent

5H moving, 7H Boat to Camp

6.8KM

Day 2, August 8

100M Ascent, 1691M ascent

4H Moving, 5H 30M Camp to Boat

6.8KM

Mount Addenbroke is one of the coastal summits in my local area that for years I thought would be interesting to climb. It is not a particularly aesthetic or striking peak, but the stats are pretty interesting. Due to the fact that Mount Addenbroke sits on a relatively small island (East Redonda), it is an ultra prominent peak, and it's forested slopes are pretty steep from any aspect. The crew for this trip consisted of a group of local guys I had gone to school with, and somehow they all liked the idea of a sufferfest and a bushwhack, even though none of them are peakbaggers nor climbers. Caiman, Inti, Ben and I hopped on Caiman's little aluminum boat and left from the Okeover marina mid morning on Friday. We spent the morning boating around and fishing, then slowly made our way to Pendrell Sound. Near the end of Pendrell Sound, and at the base of the common route that follows an old logging road, we parked the boat. George, a kind man who had been living in the bay for the past few weeks let us tie the little boat up to his line, and that made for easy mooring. We unloaded the boat, then spent an hour on the beach cooking up a little fish feast before getting underway with the hike. At 1 PM we had packed up our lunch and began the hike up to the road. The old road was a little hard to find at first, so we basically just hiked straight up the forest until we intersected the noticeable road. The road was not horribly overgrown, and was very easy to follow for the most part. Lots of small alders, cedars and downed trees covered the road, but no real bush was ever battled. After hiking the switchbacks for a while the road disappeared for a few minutes and we crossed a ravine. On the other side of the ravine we soon re located the road and followed it up to it's high point at 580M. The logging road ended below a little waterfall in a nice little mossy area, so we took a long break as we had made really good time on the ascent so far. From this point forward there was no more road to follow, so a bit more attention and route finding was needed. The goal was to basically just bash straight up from the end of the road up to the ridge saddle. The first part was a hike up a quite steep and twig riddled forest. It was dark and there was no undergrowth, but lots of dead branches and twigs from the trees. This brought us through the first rocky section and then to the class 4 rock band that I had read about in other reports. I found a vegetated ramp in the middle of the bluff, so I made an attempt at it. It was mossy and bushy, and quite a bit taller than I had expected. There were a few more airy and scary parts, but all the boys followed up after me and did good work making it up. above this bluffy section we agreed that it was not worth trying to downclimb, so we would try and find an alternate route back down. The forest ecosystem changed a bit as we rose up past this bluff and the hiking became much more scenic and green, with the occasional mountain views opening up through the trees. One more slightly smaller and easier rocky section with a more evident bypass that was taken by one of us brought us up closer to the ridge. Once at the ridge another long break was taken and we looked ahead at peak 1360, which we would have to go up and over to continue on to the main summit.The ascent of peak 1360 marked the start of some more enjoyable terrain with small scrambly bits and much more in terms of views. One small notch was descended, and then we were soon up at the summit. Navigation is very obvious from the moment you get on the ridge, as staying as high as possible is the obvious and easy route. On the summmit the three of us parted ways with Ben, who had had enough and decided to bivvy on the first summit. The rest of us pushed on at a good pace and began the 100 meter descent to the col between the true summit and peak 1360. The ridge ahead looked a little intimidating, mainly because all that was visible from the col was the shear North face of Addenbroke. Once we began the ascent the scrambling turned out to be rather not exposed, and all the rocky sections were broken up with flatter areas of bush, and some steeper sections of bush as well. The final ascent from the col up the ridge was the most fun part of the route. We then hiked across the broad plateau of a summit, which was littered with amazing tarns, until we reached the summit on the other side. With an hour until sunset, we ate dinner, set up camp, and hung out for a few hours as we watched the sun set over the North island. The following morning we got a casual start and made our way back down the ridge, and back up to Peak 1360. I tagged the true summit, as I walked right by it on the ascent. When we got back to Ben we cooked up some Annies for breakfast, then slowly got rolling again, but we were in no rush. We made our way back down the ridge and then further down into the forest, and began to look for an alternative way down the steeper bluffy section. As the navigator, I opted to try out further to the skier's right, and began to make my way closer to the creek/ravine, but not descending into the ravine. We downclimbed the steep forest on the edge of the ravine until we were below the class 4 cliff band from yesterday. The route went great, and I wouls definitely reccomend it for descent and probably ascent too. We continued down to the old road and then cruised our way back down to Pendrell Sound, where we had a fantastic swim in the warm waters of the sound. We boated back out and spent all afternoon on the water fishing again, before spending the night at Caiman's cabin in Okeover. Overall a great few days, and quite fun to slow down the pace and hang out with the crew a bit more for once. Nothing really feels better than going from ground zero on the sea up to a summit.