Mt Whitney 2008

 

 

 

Now the serious work begins in a landscape that dwarves those that tresspass into insignificance

 

 

It's August, and this patch of ice never sees the Sun, and up here it never gets hot enough for it to completely melt

 

Then it's up the endless grind of the 99 switchbacks. When you finally see these cables, you are half-way to the trail crest
Mind-numbing hours later, there at last is the trail crest, and for many who come this far, the oxygen deprivation issues start

 

 

If you are doing this by yourself, the term loniless takes on a whole new meaning. At this level there are few remaining hikers

 

At last, a long awaited sight, the peak

 

From the top, a magnificent views in all directions

 

The long trek back. The Sun is setting by now, and as soon as you pass Trail Crest, you are on the East side and descend into darkness

 

Mountain Girl Beth

A funny thing happend on the way down. I was about 2 1/2 hours out from the Trailhead campground parking lot. Out of water, and it was about midnight. Going as fast as I could, I haven't had a drop of liquid for about two hours, when I saw a young woman come up the trail. Not far from the treeline, where the little lake is. Her headlamp was very weak, something that she was unaware of. Well, having not seen a person in some hours, I stopped her, asked for the time and how far it was to the parking lot. She told me, and I mentioned that I had no water. She laughed. She said she was carrying water as ballast in her backpack. She was only doing a late practice hike and was going not much further, then right back to the car. She gave me water, and then she led the way down. I didn't have much left in me to push hard. The water was a great relief however, and I had no problems keeping up with her long-legged pace. I had told her about her feeble light, but she insisted that she had put new batteries in it. She got me back and and as I was changing clothes, a car sped up to me and stopped next to me. Beth hopped out and gave me a big hug. She said that no sooner had she gotten to her car, when her headlamp went black. Not a good thing if she had been up there on the mountain in pitch darkeness. I emailed her and asked her for some pictures. She turned out to be a daring and experienced mountain climber.

 

Beth
Beth

 

Beth does it the hard way, she's where the arrow points

 

 

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