Mt Whitney #2

This was my second shot at trying to conquer Mt Whitney. Due to a mixup of permits and dates a few years back, me and some other buddies tried to climb a route that was way way beyond our skill level. It was a great trip, but this time, we were going to take the main trail. This is maintained by the National Park Service, so there wouldn't be any technical hiking/climbing involved. Just shear heart was required. My buddy Sourav had managed to get 4 permits, and I basically weaseled my way into the trip after one of his hiking buddies couldn't take off from work. Later on, another member of the party had to drop out, and a good friend of ours from New York, Obrad, took the open spot. The 4th guy was a guy named Nathan who hikes with Sourav frequently in Southern California. We flew in Friday evening, stayed in San Diego, and took off Saturday morning for Lone Pine which is the nearest town to the Whitney trailhead. On the way of course, In and out was on the menu for lunch.

After that, we continued on to Highway 395. This is on the east side of the Sierra Nevadas. Basically the Sierras are like the spine of California, and the west side is still rising. On the way, we saw Gus's fresh jerky and of course had to stop to get some. We got our permits, and of course the infamous wag bag (wag bag) that we all had to use if we had to go #2 on the hike. Mt Whitney is a no impact hiking zone which means not even human waste can be left on the trail. We got up to Whitney Portal and spent a little time hanging out there. I have to say, already we were sucking wind just going up stairs and small inclines. This was already scaring me. (1.6 miles up in the air)

(view from the road that goes up to Whitney Portal, that's Lone Pine in front of us) (sun setting behind Mt Whitney) We woke up, and immediately everyone tried to force their systems to 'evacuate'. I had my tea, others sucked down coffee. Any weight we took up in our bowels at this point was extra weight that we had to carry until we came back off the trail. Somehow, only me and Sourav were lucky enough. Nathan claimed he would have no problem holding it for the entire trip which sounded painful to me. Obrad was in serious trouble as this was Sunday morning, and he had not evacuated (later this became known as 'wagging') since Friday morning (since then he had had 3 large lunches, 2 large pasta meals, and two breakfasts). Yes, if you haven't guessed yet, this will continue to be an integral part of this story. (morning sun rising from the east, shining onto Mt Whitney) (group shot pre-climb) (the trail head) We started climbing up the trail. We were pretty good with weight. Our packs only had about 30-35 lbs in them. But having not acclimated at Whitney portal, we were seriously sucking wind. But kept up a steady pace and decided to take a break at Lone Pine Lake. (Lone Pine Lake, 2.8 mi, 9,420 ft)

After that we continued on. We found another little lake as well where we stopped for a snack. For such a chilly and dry environment, it was always interesting to see random areas of lush vegetation from all the snow runoff from every winter. (yes, all signs point to up) We passed through outpost camp, took a short break and then continued on. At this point, we started hitting some very rocky terrain as there was less and less vegetation the higher we got in altitude. (Outpost Camp, 3.8 mi, 10,365 ft)

(the climb was relentless from Outpost onto Trail camp)

After that we continued on. We got to Mirror Lake where we stopped for a snack. For such a chilly and dry environment, it was always interesting to see random areas of lush vegetation from all the snow runoff from every winter.

(Mirror Lake, 4.3 mi, 10,640 ft) We stopped at trail meadows, and I started to feel effects of altitude already. We had another 2 miles or so to go, but every step was getting very difficult. I didn't realize that when exerting so much effort in low oxygen environment, how depleted your sugars could get. I started feeling woozy and light headed. We took a break and were thinking to go onto Trail camp before actually cooking lunch, but I asked if we could stop and eat now. So we stopped and ate. Sourav brought a little stove to boil water in, and that nice warm mountain house (dehydrated food) really made a difference. After a little break, we were all recharged and ready to go.

(Trail Meadows, 5.3 mi, 11,395 ft)

Now we were getting above the treeline. The going was all rocky, and pretty steep. We were really really sucking wind now and taking very frequent breaks. The lack of acclimation was really getting to us. We finally got up to the little mini summit that overlooks Constellation lake and the temperature went from 70 to about 40 just from crossing over the summit into the wind. This was the wind that everyone was telling us about that was coming down the hill. Apparently the night before at trail camp, the winds were around 35-40 mph. They said that they couldn't sleep at all since the rain flies were making lots of noise flapping around. This was not going to be pleasant. We finally got to trial camp and immediately set out to find a good campsite. It was going to be critical to try and get some cover from the wind.

(Consultation Lake)

The first thing we did was filter water. At this point, I had no idea how fast the temp was dropping. Since I only had my shell on with no gloves, I thought my hands were going to freeze. When I got back to camp, we took a few minutes to relax. Now remember, we were sitting about 8-10 ft away from each other with 15-20 mph winds whipping around us. This is when the result of our Mountain House lunch truly started kicking in. I couldn't believe how strong the odor of our gas emissions were. Even with high winds out in the open, we were able to easily not only smell but also deduce what we had eaten for lunch. The potency of it was truly amazing. Since we had another meal ahead of us, the following day was more of the same. It was never a good idea to be following someone too closely lest you wanted to find out what they had for dinner.

After getting our strength back, Sourav and I proceeded to get dinner going as fast as possible. We knew the second that the sun fully set, the temperature would drop fast. We were expecting below freezing, perhaps as low as 20. And maybe lower with wind chills. We quickly made our food, Obrad and Nathan were in the tent. Because our tents were apart 50-60 ft, we just all piled into one tent (yup, 4 dudes in a 2 person tent) and scarfed down our food. That really helped warm us up. Obrad tried to eat as much as possible but wasn't feeling too well. Sourav and I packed everything down into our bear canisters, and we immediately went to sleep.

(Trail Camp, 6.3 mi, 12,000 ft) (Our camp site, it looks protected from the wind, but it really wasn't.)

(We were lucky to come a weekend that the moon was full) (Sourav took a long exposure shot after it got dark)

Sleep is a relative term. I think I maybe slept no more than 3 hours or so because of the noise from the wind and the effects of the altitude. Sourav came by around 6, and we got going on breakfast. After a little hot oatmeal, my system really needed to take a wag, so I got out the infamous wag bag and had to do my deed. Mountain house, oh how potent you can be. Luckily, we could leave the bag there and collect it after we came back from the summit. We'll return to the story of the wag later. We packed up and went off to the nearby lake to filter our water for the day and started up the brutal 99 switchbacks.

(start of the 99 switch backs)

The 99 switchbacks can really demoralize a person. Sleeping at elevation helped with our breathing, but still we were only climbing to thinner and thinner air with every step. We started at 7am and just slowly plodded forward. At around 9.30am we reached trail crest. Trail crest is where the John Muir Trail meets with the Whitney trail. On one side is Sequoia National Forest, and the side we came from is Inyo National Forest. The views were spectacular we we were on the dividing ridge between the two valleys. At this point, something unfortunate happens. We actually had to go down in elevation which was painful because we knew that elevation had to be recovered later in the hike. At this altitude, thinking about that was very depressing.

(nearing the end of the 99 switchbacks)

(Trail Crest, 8.5 mi, 13,777 ft)

(Sequoia National Park)

The next 1-2 miles took us up the last 1000 ft or so of elevation to the summit. We couldn't go for more than 100 ft or so without having to take a break since we were breathing so heavily. But we continued on slowly. The terrain was quite rocky. normally, I'd be slightly scared of heights, but for some reason, the adrenalin and the focus on the prize kept me from worrying about it. But the exposure of the cliffs to our left was crazy. there were 10-15 places I thought where a minor slip could potentially send you over the edge. Maybe I'm exaggerating due to my slight fear of heights, but it certainly felt like that to me.

(The far peak is Mt Whitney. Seems so close, but the mountains are so large that your sense of scale gets completely distorted. It was NOT close at all.)

(The home stretch)

But anyway, we finally made it a little after 11am. It was a very awesome feeling. Seeing both sides of the mountain for miles and miles was gorgeous. Nathan and I were slightly ahead of Obrad and Sourav, so we waited for them and then signed the summit register. The person who signed in before me was quite the joker. There was a comment section on each line after your name, and the guy before me signed " Starcraft is better", heh heh, good stuff.

(summit register) (Mt Whitney summit!, 11.0 mi, 14,497 ft) (Beyond what looks like that tiny hill was our campsite, a whole 3500 ft down) (Smithsonian Institute Shelter, it truly blows my mind that a bunch of people put this together almost a century ago. the idea of manually moving rocks around at this altitude sounds painfully difficult)

One thing they say about Whitney, is that getting to the summit is only half of the work. You have to remember, we still have 11 miles left to hike at this point. Sure, it's downhill, and we're losing altitude and gaining oxygen, but the knees and feet really take a beating at this point. We tried to go as quickly as possible. We really didn't want to have to hike out in the dark, but we knew it would be close. We got to camp and started tearing down. Unfortunately at this point, I had to collect my wag bag and attach it to my pack. And again for the second time on Mt Whitney, I could smell my own wag hanging off the side of my bag everytime the wind went the wrong way. Quite vile.

Nathan and I again went ahead because speed/less time was better than slow/more time for our knees/feet. sourav and Obrad took quite some time getting to camp. And it turned out that all the downhill stomping finally helped Obrad do what nature wouldn't gift him the morning before. He had to drop a massive wag. Mind you, he had to do this on the 99 switchbacks which are completely exposed. this is not like a forest where you can find a tree to go behind. So while hikers passed above and below, he finally achieved some inner peace.

We got our stuff packed up and started down the last 6 miles. Sun was setting pretty fast at this point, so we tried to pick up the pace as much as we could but we were no match for the sunset. We had to hike out the final 1-2 miles in the dark. Luckily the trail is well marked and not rocky so it wasn't too bad. I went ahead as going quickly was better for my knees and finally exited out. nathan showed up about 10 mins later and we both got a beer from the whitney portal store right before it closed. It was probably one of the best tasting beers I've ever had. At this point, we had been waiting almost 45 mins waiting for Sourav and Obrad and were wondering what was taking so long. We heard the story when they finally got there. Turns out mother nature called again and Obrad was put into the ring for round #2 with the wag bag.

(back at Outpust camp taking a little break, Obrad was a serious trooper, after battling the altitude, he was feeling feverish at this point and kept up serious heart to the bitter end of the hike)

It was already past 8.45pm, and we were famished. We couldn't go very far without food so even though we had a 5 hour drive in front of us, we decided to stop for pizza in lone Pine. It was probably the best and worst pizza I've ever had in my life. Best since we were so hungry and tired, and worst because it was really bad pizza. I impressed myself by actually driving the whole way home. Our trip was finally over at about 2.30am when we finally got back to San Diego and crawled into a real bed.

(Moloney's email about Mt Whitney)

Moloney sent out a vivid description about our experience at the top of Mt Whitney in a separate email. Its a good description so I wanted to put it here.

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The Top part:

So the guide book says its hike'able. We hike up this ridiculous slope of
scree (loose granite rock+pebbles+dust). Its tough going, but frankly we all
make mince meat out of it - no altitude effects on anyones part (I surprised
myself). Then get to the shear "solid" part. Its good to note we had 2.5
people professing nervousness with heights - a nice situation. Picture shear
walls of rock surrounding narrow steep chutes of scree. We attempt to get up
the first 1/3 of this. I dunno what it was, maybe the adrenaline of getting
up there or the fact that we were constantly looking up instead of down and
around us, but we gave it a shot and even I didn't give it much thought.
Total tunnel vision on my part at least.

Jeff scambles up, sans pack, and disappears out of sight. Alex plants
himself on one of the few ledges. I'm lying belly flat on the 60+ degree
chute of death, with my left foot and left hand jammed or holding
respectively onto what I think is solid granite. Anit is below the chute and
on slightly steadier ground However, the granite here isn't what you expect
from a good old igneous rock. Nope, its strata that's been pooned up the ass
by god knows how many millennia of water, ice and wind. Below these various
chutes are some serious drops.

Jeff returns from his recon giving us the bad news that there is only worse
shit above us, and we are perhaps 1/3 the way through it. There is a
simultaneous unified and profound decision to call it quits. At this point
my hand hold starts to come loose. Without screaming too much (there was
some), I call out for Jeff-assistance. My footjam then comes loose and I
start sliding down the chute of death, and accelerating mind you. Thankfully
some of the skin off my elbows, the left side of my rib cage, my t-shirt
rips, and most effectively my belt and pack belt help somewhat. Luckily Jeff
was within striking distance and got my slide under control, plants a boot
into the scree under my right foot. He then helps me get my pack off and out
of the way. (I'm totally in the "game over man!" zone, muscles and nerves
are shaking and twitching from the shock and minor injuries...and pretty
close to tears in my eyes).

I then turn from belly to backside and literally step by step, Jeff helps me
navigate down the chute, around the first rock face, across a second chute,
over/around another rock edge and towards what was the first section of rock
above the scree slope. This was a painfully slow process: managing his own
foot and hand hold, keeping an eye on me, going back to assist Alex and the
packs etc. Jeff then carries down my pack for about 2/3 of the
main-slope-of-scree descent, which btw one can almost slide down in a "snow
plow" or snowboarding fashion.

At 2 or 3pm (having started that morning), we get back to the lakeside and
make camp. Keep in mind we probably only went 1 to 2 miles in distance...so
that should give you an idea of the difficulty of terrain. Upon completing
the descent down to the lake, Jeff, Anit and Alex make like maggots to their
sleeping bags (I don't think Anit or one of them even got into their bag). I
try to sleep also but the adrenaline and overall experience keeps me awake
until dinner time.

Here are some quotes I remember from that top part of the mountain:

Anit: "Man, I swear it was only a matter of time before one of us got
seriously injured"
Jeff: "that was the hardest (rock climb/terrain) I've ever attempted"
Padraig: every fucking curse word in every combination you can imagine.

Some other quotes:
Ranger #1 ("Grizzly Adams dude"): "Yeah, I've done that route once, in
winter. That's a tough one. Chuckle Chuckle chuckle."
Ranger #2 (upon our return to the ranger base): "Theres a route to whitney
THAT way? How was it? I've NEVER gone THAT route before."
Ranger #2 (in reference to Grizzly Adams Ranger):"Ohhhhh, He's a mountain
climbing ranger"

Ok, so that was the crazy scary part, the part that could have left at least
one of us looking like this (at best):
http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/two-new-legs/bionic-legs-help-miracle-crash-survi
vor-walk-again-277582.php

As a hike, the route was stunningly beautiful and we met no campers
whatsoever on it. I spent another couple of days hiking (sore) and camping
with Anne and her parents afterwards. I've totally found a great way to
tackle Whitney next time: Uses portions of the pacific west trail and the
John Muir trail - its good shit, plus the camp ground starts us at 10Kft.

I'd better get to work, but more needs to be written on the poop-bags
(especially Alex's), my lack of poop-bag use (maximum-impact-moloney),
Robot-House! food and cooking techniques, Anit-Tivo-story-tellin-ability,
fucking bear boxes, flying tents (and ballast), 50 rounds of 9mm, the rattle
snake cometh and other tales.

Mt Whitney

This is a little photodiary of our recent attempt to summit Mt Whitney. For those of you who dont know, Mt whitney is the tallest peak in the continental US, and its apparently growing as plates under it slowly push it up. If you want to see the slideshow (which has more pictures), its located at
http://picasaweb.google.com/achakra/MtWhitney

Anyway, to start off the story, Jeff and I have been contemplating climbing Whitney for some time now, all the way back in the day when we were living out in California. (Btw Jeff's recount of this trip is here.) I gave him a call early this year, and said, hey, I gotta go for a friend's wedding in LA in July, why dont we chain a Whitney expedition onto it, so he said sure, let's go for it. Ive climbed HalfDome a bunch of times (a popular hike in Yosemite). Ive never had trouble, but I will admit that at the top of the hike, you're sucking wind pretty hard. Halfdome ends at around 8500ft over 8.5 miles of hiking I think. The hike for Whitney starts at 9000 ft, and then climbs for 11 miles to 14.5k ft. So, the intensity is definitely.. well to say the least.. intense.

Of course this is all dependent on getting permits for the trip which are very difficult to get and highly coveted. I applied for them, and lo and behold we got them. I contacted a few people who were interested and Alex and Padraig gave thumbs up.
The plan was fly into Vegas on Jul 4th (my damn buddy changed his wedding date, and now I hae to go out there again at the end of this month). Drive straight to Lone Pine (where the entrance to the Whitney trailheads are). Then we would camp for the night to get used to the altitude. And then early in the morning we would start up. Our permits were for the 5th and 6th, so we would climb , camp, summit, then hike out.

While planning for this trip, Alex collected a few books about Whitney, and we started tossing around the idea of taking some less traveled routes. One was the Mountaineer's Route (MR). Look it up, u can see that parts of it are pretty damn scary (http://www.mountphoto.com/whitney/pages/Image9.html).
While the MR didn't require technical climbing (equipment) we weren't quite sure if we could do it. We contacted a guy by the name of Bob Rockwell who was kind enough to give us some advice. This guy is an animal, he's climbed MR 30 times, and we more or less decided this may be a bit too difficult for us.

The day b4 we departed , I called to confirm our permits. Now, when I called the ranger said that my permit was for Jun 5th/6th, not Jul 5th/6th. It was one of those moments where you have been ignoring the obvious for months because you've got it set in your head the dates that you want, and what u want to see. Anyway, I felt terrible, I had to contact the boys, let them know what the drill was, and we started scrambling for alternate options, but we weren't going to stop the trip.

Alex found another route (Meysan Lake). Basically this route is a fairly straightforward 5 mile climb to Meysan Lake. Then you climb a very steep slope (1mile distance, 2000 ft elevation climb, yes close to 40% grade). Then you descend a couple thousand feet, climb up again to Trail Crescent (which meets the Main Whitney trail), and then summit. Then we were planning on climbing down via the Main Whitney Trail.
A few caveats here,, 40% grade is very very steep.
From Meysan lake to Trail Crescent is completely uncharged, no trail, no markers, just our own nav skills and gps.
Did i mention its very steep?
The book mentioned that its class 2 (no hands required, only feet), but it is difficult). JEff was confident he could find the route along with the gps, so we decided to go for it.

Anyway, now onto some pictures:

They aren't screwing around when they name places in Death Valley.


Crazy guy actually running in 130+ heat
When we got to the Ranger station, we were able to land the exact permits that we wanted. We got permits to go up into the backcountry after MEysan Lake, and rejoin the Main Whitney Trail to descent out of. Thank goodness that we got this, I think the other guys may have killed me if we didn't. Just kidding, they were actually be good sports given my collosol screw up.
Also, we asked the Ranger (Ranger Dave) about Meysan lake, he kinda looked at us, and said oh yeah i did that once.
We got to the trail head and quickly starting organizing our packs. The idea was to hike up as far as Possible to Meysan Lake, and then the next morning hit the steepest part fo the climb. This would help us acclimate to the altitude better also. Rather than sleeping at the trailhead (around 9000 ft), we could sleep at the Lake, closer to 11000 ft I think.


You can see a little tiny road in the background, that's the road from Lone Pine up into Inyo National Forest where Whitney is located. This is around 5pm I think. as you can see the sun has started its daily descent.
After a while, the sun set (around 8.30pm I think), and it was pretty close to pitch black. the moon didn't come out until around 11.30, so we had to get out our headlamps.
We trudged forward with all kinds of crazy flies, gnats, mosquitos being attracted to our lamps. When we came back down two days later, I couldn't believe some of the stuff we did in complete darkness.
We found a small lake (i.e. we desparately needed water), and we set up camp. We were exhausted as going from sea level that morning (I.e. New York City) all the way to 10000+ ft was pretty hard on the body.
Here's a picture from our campsite.




The Irish bear rowrs!



After packing up camp, we basically started climbing for Meysan Lake (close to a mile away). This is a view from the trail above the lake that we camped at the previous night.



Finally we arrive at Meysan Lake. So odd, that this huge lake is in the middle of nowhere, quite circular, and very beautiful.



Now I cant quite remember exactly which was which, but the peaks surrounding Meysan Lake are all 14000+ ft tall. Basically the trail ends here, and you have to find a way out of this little valley. So, at this point we saw what the 'steep' trail the book was referring to.Yes, that's what we were going to try to climb.




The route of attack was to go between those two pointy patches of snow in the middle of the picture. Just to give you an idea of scale, this climb is really steep and rocky. Those 'small' rocks in the foreground were practically the sizes of small cabins. Just to walk from the point where this pic was taken up to base of the 'hill' took about 10-12 mins. And climbing the rocks from the base to the bottom of the snow took close to 45 minutes. The going was very very slow, basicaly just about every rock was loose, so u had to be excessively careful where you were stepping, and more often than not, the rocks were slipping out from under us so you'd have to be quick to jump to another rock.




Above is a look down what we climbed up.





Above, yes its very very steep, and this wasn't even the difficult part yet.



This is the part of the trip where none of us took pictures, but I can describe it as it will be unforgettable (and not in a good way :-) ). At this point, we had made it up to the snow I pointed out earlier. Then the going got REALLY steep. And mind you b4, we were climbing up loose rocks. At this point however, we were actually climbing up the equivalent of gravel (on a steep hill, u do the math..). In addition to that, just about every rock we tried to place our feet on wasn't steady and was loose. We quickly learned that one person couldn't be below another person cuz rocks kept on getting dislodged from where we were standing and flying down the mountain. ITs odd, you know that scene in all the movies where one rock falls, and bounces, falls further, bounces, falls further bounces etc etc, until you can barely hear it. Well that's how it is in real life also. In addition we noticed that just about all of the exposed areas of the mountain were cracking off when we grabbed onto them. Which is unfortunately, because this was DEFINITELY not class 2 climbing(stupid book). This was class 3, we were scrambling and clutching onto rocks with our hands all over the place. Finding good footholds and handholds was getting more and more difficult.

After about 35 mins of this, we rested for a second as we couldn't clearly see which way to go. Jeff being the natural climber of the crew took of his pack and went up a bit to see where we were. He came back with pretty grim news. We weren't even halfway up our 1000 ft climb. It looked really really bad, and we had a long way to go. At this point, we noticed some dark clouds coming in. This may not sound like a big deal, but dark clouds means a few things. This time of year it means lightning typically. The high sierras get struck by more lightning than just about anywhere in the US. We were basically sitting ducks. Not to mention lightning can knock off huge boulders as well. Secondly if it rained, I can't imagine us going down with slippery water adding to the slippery scree and making our handholds more slippery. Moloney and I didn't think twice, we both said, let's head down, no way we can make it further. Now, going downhill on a crumbling mountain SUX. Every step, all the screen beneath turns into a little rock slide which you literally surf down. At this point, Moloney took a bad step, the ground gave way, and he was sliding down the mountain on his stomach clutching at the sliding ground around him to stop himself from going over the edge (not too far away). He stopped himself, as the rest of us watched all the gravel/rocks fly over the edge of the lip below us. At this point, Moloney froze up a little bit, and asked Jeff for help in getting him down. In all honesty (not to sound overly dramatic), but I think if Jeff wasn't so confident and positive, I would have 100% frozen. This was probably the 2nd time in my life that I thought I maybe could actually not make it because we still had to climb down this crumbling mountain (First time was encountering rattle snakes in the Grand Canyon in the pitch black of nightfall). And going down is much harder than going up, especially with extremely unsure footing.
I have to point out at this point, we all slowly starting making it down. And Jeff carried not only his pack (prob around 35lbs), but also Moloney's pack . He was also climbing down without the aid of his poles since he was helping carrying Moloney's pack. Somehow he was able to make it down just fine without falling once (I fell a bunch of times, bloodied up my elbow, palms, and legs, Moloney had his own falls near the top, ruined a good pair of REI pants). Even when Alex, Moloney, and I were slowly coming down near the top of the mountain, somehow Jeff was able to kind of traipse around like he was walking on flat land at sea level,, pretty amazing balance and instincts.

Alex took off cuz he really had to use the bathroom (somehow he had to go 4 times in one day, I think we're going to blame the fact that he was using the iodine water the most out of the lot of us cuz the rest of us were drinking alot of filtered water).. Ok, btw this part is fairly gross. due to the overwhelming number of people that go to Whitney now, you have to pack out ALL of your waste.. Yes that's right, you poo into a bag, seal it, and strap it onto your pack. And, it doesn't seem that any amount of bagging prevented that odor from coming out of that bag. Yes, not a fond memory for sure.



At this point, Jeff started getting really bad headaches (go figure, he carried down two packs at 12000 ft of elevation and also ran out of water). Everyone totally passed out for a couple of hours, and then we started prepping for dinner. We weren't going to be able to summit, but we felt pretty good about the fact that we even got up as far as we did with our skillset.



Above. Remember, those snow patches are around 200 ft long. if you look at this dark spot just to the upper right of the left snow patch, that was our entry into the upper part of the mountain.



Above. These were the rocks where we got stuck, not fun.



Above. Our camp at the bottom of the mountain, next to Meysan Lake. Some how this shot reminded me of something from Tatooine.



We started our hike back (Above).



Above. One last shot of the lake and our failed attempt to summit to the LeConte/Mallory pass.





Alex not looking too thrilled ..



a VERY very welcome beer right after getting to our car and heading up to the Whitney portal store. Btw, they do make a mean burger, very friendly staff also.

I have to mention one more thing, when we went back to the ranger station to drop off our bear canisters (not fun to carry around as they are heavy as hell) we were talking about our failed hike to the ranger there. Ranger Dave wasn't around, but we told them that he said he did this and didn't seem to indicate to us that it was difficult. Well our ranger told us that Dave isn't a normal ranger, no no, he's a 'hiking ranger'. Go figure, that info would have been nice when we first met him :-).

One final note about the climb.. when I got back home, I actually emailed Bob Rockwell again (the experienced moutaineer), and asked him what he thought about this route vs the MR. He said that he's never done this route in non winter weather (oddly enough, when there is snow on the ground its actually much easier to hike up with crampons and ice picks cuz there's less chance to slip on loose rocks). And to top it off, he very quickly emphasized that this hike is WAY harder than MR. So next year, MR here we come :-).

After this, we actually met up with Anne (Moloney's girlfriend) and her family. Her family is VERY big into camping , they have this sweet Hummer (H1, not one of the wussy H2 or H3 for the urban yuppie). They basically go around the country , tour different spots, and camp out of their Hummer. But they do it in style, proper meals etc. So Anne's family treated us to a meal of Indonesian style lamb curry with herb pasta. My lord it was very very good, I think we all had 3 helpings of it. Sure beats the freeze dried food we had been dealing with thus far. A big thanks again to Anne's mother.

We were actually camping in an area under the Bureau of Land Management. The area is right off the road that leads up to the Whitney trailhead, and is in fact called Movie road (I think). Apparently a bunch of old westerns used to be shot here given its proximity to LA. Being on federal land, apparently its legal to shoot guns here, so Jeff had brought alone his Beretta (I think? I know very little about guns). I should have taken some pictures, but I forgot. But we went out to the middle of nowhere and shot a few rounds at some targets, first time I ever shot a gun, it was definitely interesting.



Triumphant at the end of our hike :-)



Our camp in the early morning, it was already getting very very hot.



Above. I really like this picture, stovepipe wells and furnace creek, like I said , they dont screw around describing the temps in Death Valley.



Nuff said.



Yes, Alex peeing in the background heh heh.

After this we headed into Vegas. Alex was worried that we wouldn't be able to check into the Venetian as we hadn't showered for almost 4 days at this point. Literally everywhere we stood in the hotel, people would first smell themselves and then look around wondering where that odor was coming from. I think we each had to take 2-3 showers (the motions, not getting in and out) to get completely clean. Im not positive I was clean even after the first two even.
And of course the following day we flew back.