Climbing Mount Rainier 2007: Blog

July 17,18,19,20 - Mount Rainier Summit Attempt

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 00:48:47 GMT

Below is my own account, mostly in note form and poor prose (I need a proof reader and editor).

For a professional writers description of the same route (albeit in different conditions) this may be a better read:

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/312883_rainier26.html

For anyone reading this who was on the same climb - let me know if I've got timings and or sequence wrong - or indeed if you think I was on a different planet at the time.... and have got the whole thing wrong. (Sometimes it felt like it)

Tuesday July 17^th

Mmmmm… breakfast…. Four whole (that’s 8 halves) English Muffins with Marmite, three Danish pastries and a triple venti latte then it’s off to the barbers… for a Rainier haircut.

Car is packed full of gear and provisions – I think I have too much food, but I can’t decide what to pack so I’ll err on the side of abundance. On the way to the airport, I need to stop off at sports store to buy a toweling headband and The British Pantry for a couple of Cornish Pasties…. ooooh… and Cost Plus for some McVities Chocolate Digestive. (They say you lose your appetite at 13,000 feet… so bring your favourite foods…. and the McV’s do have stacks of carbs. I realize my main challenge will be making them last until I get to 13,000 feet, so I buy four packs….. at $5 each !!!!

Overcast on the way to SeaTac and the mountain is not “out” at all – although it is dry and reasonably warm. Collect Bev off the plane and we’re headed down to Ashford. It’s Tuesday mid afternoon and it seems every car in Washington is on the road. The trip down Meridian Street in Puyallup is unending – and with so much hydrating going on I need to make frequent stops to create more hydrating space.

We arrive in Ashford about 5:30 and head for Pamela’s cabin where we’re storing Pasties, Sausage Rolls, Gatorade and Champagne in her fridge.

Then it’s off to Whittakers (www.whittakermountaineering.com) to rent our gear (I need boots, crampons, glove package and down-parka). Burger at the Bar and Grill and, wow I’m so restrained, lemonade…. And we head to our room at Nisqually Lodge, which very soon looks like a bomb’s hit it…. Gear is strewn everywhere…. and where there’s no gear, there’s food….. and where there’s no food, there’s more food. Bev says she thinks we’ve brought too much food. I agree. Have some more carbs…

Wednesday July 18th

Alarm rouses us at 6:30 (we’re due at Basecamp at 8), throw some light stuff (lunch and waterproofs only) into our packs head for breakfast (yummm… more carbs) and arrive at Whittakers’ just before 8. Quick intro from John and Gabriel, our climb school instructors and we’re on the bus to Paradise – where it starts raining. We hike off to the north east about 40 minutes arriving at a fairly (no, make that very) steep slope which we spend the next few hours alternately climbing up and falling down. All the while learning how to step and breath efficiently and fall down safely and stop ourselves and or our teams.

On the bus, John and Gabriel (Scotland and Argentina.. now there’s a pairing !) brief us on what to expect for the next two days… and how to make best use of the last few hours preparation… and specifically, “not to focus on the whole thing…..just the next step / next objective”. I’d heard that advice before… in Wales, in Dartmoor, in Scotland, in Cumbria many years earlier– and remembered its power.

It stops raining on the way back….. and we get to Ashford around 5pm, for a quick shower and return to basecamp for a briefing from Lou Whittaker. This is the third time I’ve heard Lou’s pitch. Pressure breathing, rest steps, food and water – over and over again. That, apparently, is the key to getting up the mountain. Well there’s a reasonable level of fitness required also, but it’s a bit late in the day now to affect that any more.

We listen, and ask questions and admire the man, and pose for photos. Having seen the forecast, we ask about the weather and Lou says “ignore it” – it’s never right anyhow.

Then Bev and I head off for Copper Creek Inn – for Rib Eye steak, garlic roast potatoes, and, oh well, a few more carbs won’t hurt…. a couple of pints of Guinness.

Back to the room and time for some hard decisions.

What to take, what to leave behind.

We take some fairly drastic decisions on the food – and still probably end up taking too much – and I have a real dilemma about underwear. To take two pairs of long-johns or not… and, if only one, which ones… the silk or the midweight…. And what about the fleece pants…. They’re relatively heavy and people say they’ve rarely had to wear them. I decide to postpone the decision until the morning.

6am – Thursday 19^th.

I’ve slept soundly – apart from the 2-3 times I’ve needed to de-hydrate/re-hydrate – and we’re ready to go. Breakfast…. mmmmmmm Pancakes…. Then back to the room to make Peanut Butter sandwiches (none of that jelly stuff for me…) and we arrive at Whittakers only 10 minutes late…. And are split into our climb teams. We’re team A (Lead guide Melissa, with Stuart and Steve assisting, and Bev, myself, Jurgen, Linda, Gary, Bruce and Hugh) and the others are Team B (Brent, John and Gabriel as guides, with Lesley, Lyn, Barbara, Tina, Pamela, Larry, Mike, Jeff, Jason). It’s raining – but not hard – and Brent suggests wearing GoreTex fullzip pants from the start. I choose not to. Still wrestling with the decision about the longjohns and fleece pants I ask a few opnions. Concensus is mixed – so I decided to postpone again and carry them up to Muir. Heck… I’ve carried 50 pounds up to Muir before, and I’m way under that today.

40 minute drive in the bus up to Paradise and it’s stopped raining and there are a few (very few) blue bits in the sky, but it’s mainly overcast and cool, but not much wind. So I opt for a single layer on top and bottom. Just regular hiking pants and regular lightweight shirt. Quick squirt of sunscreen and half litre of water and we’re off – staying in a tight line with Melissa’s shambling pace up front. Amazing where all the snow has gone since our first trip to Rainier in early May where it was piled 6 feet high around the paths at Paradise… now all is green meadows with wildflowers in abundance and several Marmots running about.

The trail is virtually snowless all the way to Pebble Creek (2 miles) which is pretty hard going with plastic mountaineering boots on. The clouds start to close in – but it’s a nice temperature for hiking hard – compared to the 80 plus degrees of the previous 2-3 weeks. Each rest stop we take a bit more time to learn more about each other and why we’re doing this. Jurgen’s a 61 year old summitter from last year who wants to keep finding out if he can do it. Linda’s a late 20’s library student taking time out from running 17 (yes seventeen) marathons so far this year. The rest of us are somewhere in the middle. Bruce, an MD – who coincidentally had treated guide Stuart a couple of weeks earlier for frostbite – obtained on a guiding trip to Denali (amusing sidenote… he’d checked into Bruce’s Queen Ann practice on Seattle’s hottest day of the year seeking treatment for frostbite – on hearing this, the incredulous reception staff wanted to refer him elsewhere !), Gary, a desk worker, Laura a teacher, Hugh a retired Firefighter/Paramedic, Bev and myself.

I never thought I’d say this, but…. We actually cruised into Muir and I didn’t really feel tired at all. We were halfway towards our objective…. And the real fun was about to start.

Late afternoon at Muir was VERY pleasant. The majority of the clouds had cleared and, while we couldn’t see the summit, the panorama was stunning with lots of blue sky. It was fairly cold though, so a parka was necessary outside of the shelter.

The shelter was cozy…. bunks layed out on three levels. Bev and I grabbed the top level – which turned out to be fine. We had a fair amount of space to spread out our stuff. Noddles for dinner (yuk!) and a Cornish Pastie (yum!) and a few more digestives (yummier).

6:30 we head for bed….. I’m thankful of the advice (from John) to take lighter sleeping bag. It must be 35 years old now. Brent tells us he’ll wake us up in the wee hours. Earlier means the weather's likely to be better… later means it’s worse. Later still means we’re not going.

And so to sleep – well, I get no real sleep….. the natural human sounds are accompanied by an ever increasing roar of the wind outside. I watch as minutes tick by and darkness gathers. Then there’s no light outside at all – it must be about 10pm. A few more hours and the noise outside grows ever more intense. The shelter is a stone built building with walls a couple of feet thick but it feels like it’s going to take off any minute. I’m pretty convinced Brent’s not going to arrive until daylight, so I better at least try to get some sleep. Then lights on… it’s 12:30.

We’re going !

Rush rush rush… I’d heard the biggest time drag in the precious 50 minutes between wake up call and tie-on time is the wait for the outhouse…… so I’m up and out there first…..man it’s windy on the way to the loo… as well as the sit down….….…Back in the shelter I fill water bottles… make noodles… eat as much as can (tasteless)… know I really should have more.. wonder if that’ll come and bite me later…eat chocolate bar… drink as much water as I can (heeding Lou’s words earlier) and refill each of two quart bottles

Brent recommends layers… Jeff thinks it’ll be colder.. in the end opt for mid weight longjohns and fleece pants on bottom… (the same two articles I was debating leaving back at basecamp) lightweight underwear on top, regular hiking shirt, midweight fleece and goretex jacket… and lightweight gloves… no hat under helmet – and last minute decision to add the “Buff” as a neck gaiter (Good decision!!!)

Step into harness and tighten – make sure waist is extra tight so no chance of falling out of it in a fall

Fit headlamp to helmet… put on low power (paranoid about un-tested battery length). Bev decides she’s not venturing out… find out I’m on rope with Stuart and Bruce…. works for me…

Out into the cold blustery weather.. parka off..stuffed into pack… crampons on…. tie into rope… and we’re off

Wind drops as we set off across Cowlitz glacier and duck down into shelter of rocks. Wide glacier… leisurely traverse with, initially, only minimal elevation gain…. this could be quite fun… until… as we got out to middle of the glacier traverse and back into the full force of the wind… glimpses of gaping crevasses in peripheral vision…. Choose not to look just yet… concentrating on keeping the pace right and rope not too slack. Our rope team is last in line… I’m in the middle… keep an eye on the rope… and only occasionally look ahead… at the line of lights snaking up the glacier. After about 20-30 minutes first group are noticeably higher and starting up steep section (Cathedral Gap) – wow that looks steep… We leave the glacier, shorten the rope and start to climb….as we start to climb the terrain changes from ice and snow to cinders reminding me that we’re on a volcano…. wind strengthens very very blustery… cinders/pumice starting to be picked up and thrown into our faces… good decision (last minute) to rent (and wear) goggles… and good decision to wear ‘buff’ – which with one pull of the hand, converts from neck gaiter to face mask. As we climb wind intensifies…. We’re frequently forced to stop and brace as the wind alternately blows us into the mountain… then sucks us off… then drops… then gusts again. This is going to be a slow journey

Reach “Ingraham Flats” around 3am (1hr 15 minutes into journey) and sky is relatively clear – can make out the glow of lights from Yakima. Bitterly cold when we stop…. Parka does its job admirably… pee break… no chance of aiming anywhere with the swirling wind… Bruce and myself are good to go on to next section… though at this stage several drop out (particularly the lighter women who are being thrown about more than most) John and Steve take two teams (7 in total) back to Muir and remainder (Guides Brent, Melissa, Gabriel and Stuart) press on with Bruce, Lyn, Jason, Mike, Jeff, Hugh, Gary, Pamela and myself. Brent says next section (The Cleaver) is toughest and longest… and 1 hr 20 minutes… Stuart confides that’s undercalled and we should be ready for a 2 hour section without break. Off we go…

A long traverse to get to the base of the cleaver…. when the wind drops its eerily quiet – except for the creaking and cracking of the ice on the glacier…. Glaciers are alive… fuelled by gravity and the elements… they creak and crack and grind their way down the mountain

Past the point of the worst climbing disaster in US history (in 1981 a giant avalanche buried 11 climbers…unless global warming takes a greater hold, they’ll probably emerge from the glacier in several thousand years) and site of rockfall/icefall area disaffectionately known as “The Bowling Alley” - rope is long for the traverses, crevasses and rockfall/icefall sections… (for safety reasons to enable more ‘react time’ of others on rope, should one person fall or be hit) and shorter through the rocky sections to better follow the path of the upper climbers as well as to avoid snagging the rope

This is surreal….

The wind is cold and strong…. But I’m relatively warm (relatively !!!)…. Think I should probably put on some warmer gloves at the next stop… and possibly cover my head a bit better.

Cleaver is a real struggle… can’t keep a steady pace due to the wind…. Headlamp is working well…

Cleaver is STEEP… well up to the grade of Cable Line and Mailbox peak…. beginning to welcome the effects of training for this one…. Difficult to keep steady pace (wind continues to buffet and strengthen….) which is good since it allows a brief rest from the steep climb – but we’re making slow progress….. Bruce is beginning to tire and apologise for keeping the rope tight… Stuart says no problem – but I hear Brent in the radio asking “Where are you?”, Stuart replies… “we’re a little behind”, “well get a move on then”… ha ha… thanks Brent… easier said than done. We get to the top of the cleaver and the weather has closed in – no more lights from yakima no more lights of dawn just lots and lots of white….. and much of it being blown into faces. We eventually find our rest stop – but we’ve not got long…. throw the parka on quickly – try to find some food…. The chocolate bar stowed in my parka for ease of finding is frozen solid…. The cereal bar unappetizing… but I know I’ve got to have something…. and water… Bruce needs no encouragement from Stuart to question whether he should go on or not… neither does Pamela who is vigorously quivering with the cold. I reach over to hug Bruce. We’ve both just come through one of the most harrowing periods of our lives – and the emotional significance of having a family doctor on my rope is not lost on me. I have difficulty getting out the words of thanks and to have a safe trip down.

They set out on their way down, with Gary…. With Stuart guiding…… I now have two new climbing buddies…. Melissa, our team’s lead guide, and Hugh. Bruce yells to Melissa…. “He’s strong”. I shrug and raise a thumb. Melissa yells to me “I need VERY strong”…. Without thinking (dammit) I raise two thumbs, .....tie in and we’re off. Melissa in front, me in middle, Hugh at rear. We’re the third rope behind Brent, Lyn, Mike, Gabriel, Jeff and Jason. Onto stage 3…. One more rest top (in about an hour and twenty they say – although by now I’m always skeptical of the guides’ timekeeping) though I do glance at my watch and see 5am (-ish). It’s almost dawn – and reasonably OK to turn my headlamp off…. Seems to be plenty of juice left – so I needn’t have worried about using higher power to start off. Although, I’m thinking the less I see/saw the better.

Stage three: Top of Disappointment Cleaver to “high break”. We’ve left the rock behind and it’s all snow and ice… and not too steep… but we’re seeing more and more crevasses several tens of feet long and several feet wide and who knows how many hundreds of feet deep – we snake along crossing where we can – but never more than a 2 or 3 foot step across (simple in daylight, warmth, level terrain and the threat of a drop of only a few inches – a whole different story in these conditions…. But nevertheless not really a problem. I’d worried the previous week about crossing crevasses…. Not knowing how big the ‘jumps’ would be… or how wide… or how deep… or how strong the snowbridges…. In the end, they really weren’t a problem. We came to a section of huge seracs interspersed with crevasses and arrived at a running belay that the guides had set up previously. This comprised anchors driven in the snow, to attach our rope to, a rope ‘hand rail’ to hold onto – while swinging down from one level to another. Tricky to negotiate (and cost us about 20 minutes) but far safer, and quicker, than if it’d been unassisted. Once past this we started to climb and zig-zag reasonably steeply. We’re almost at 13,000 feet now…. The wind seems to be worsening…. I’m becoming aware that I have a VERY cold head, although the rest of me is OK…. Thanking my decisions to carry and waer the fullzip fleece pants (best $40 I’ve ever spent), and the buff (which is now soaking wet…from my breathing. Pressure Breathing and rest stepping have now become almost second nature to me… all around me is whiteness and upness (and cold and wind) and I’m zoned in the The Rope just in front of my feet… breath, breath, slide, step, pause, breath, breath, ropeslide, step, pause, breath, breath, ropeslide, step, pause. Very occasionally I’ll look up and see Melissa step, pause pause, pause, step, pause, pause, pause… and down at the rope breath, breath, ropeslide, step, pause, breath, breath, ropeslide, step, pause - this is my new world… I wonder when we’ll interrupt this rhythm with a rest break… I’m completely unaware of what’s going on behind me, which clearly means the rope has some slack and that Hugh is in the same zone with the same metronome breath, breath, ropeslide, step, pause, breath, breath, ropeslide, step, pause

I glance at my watch… we must be getting close to our rest stop… I need to put some additional covering on my head and need to pull out my warmer gloves….. and I’m getting REALLY thirsty… and starting to feel hungry.

I’m going to make the summit….. waves of emotion run right through me as I come to that realization – this is the hardest thing I’ve done… but I’m going to make the summit…. Who cares if I won’t be able to see anything. I look up…. Lots of whiteness and upness…. Hmmmm…. I’m tired… I’m really not sure if I’m going to make the summit…. breath breath breath ropeslide, step, pause…. I feel strong I’m going to make the summit… whitenss, upness… damn I’m tired, not sure I’m going to make it…my head is reeeeely cold… my calves ache… apart from that I’m fine…

My ropes slacker… they’re reeling me in… I’ve arrived at the rest stop…. Parka on…. Drink… can’t find food, can’t find hat – next time only use one inner bag to keep things dry. Hugh arrives at rest stop and we’re all pretty beaten up…

Brent’s made the decision to turn us all back – nobody argues.

We made it as far as we could… and I’d achieved my number one goal to not be truend back through lack of physical or mental preparedness. The guides altimeters read 13,300 feet and they estimated 40 minutes short of the summit. I looked around… the view was simply, er, non-existant. The whiteness and upness unending it seemed. So we turned…. Hugh leading on our rope – following close behind the footsteps of Gabriels rope, with me in middle and Melissa at rear. Going down is easy. Not true… it’s just a different kind of difficult. I’d not had time at our break to 1) Put on a hat 2) Get some food 3) Get some water

As Lou had said – remember to keep pressure breathing. It was now daylight although visibility was still only about 30-40 feet. Coming down I could see fairly easily what Hugh was up to… and where the rope in front was headed. It was still very windy and we were occasionally blown off our feet and off the trail. At one such point Hugh took his eyes off the rope in front, only for a moment….. and I could see, at that moment, they’d headed off to the right. When Hugh got to his feet, they were gone. He called back to Melissa “I don’t know where to go” – and he was visibily and audibly (and understandably) shaken. What he couldn’t know was that I (and presumably) Melissa had seen exactly the path taken by the lower rope team – so it really wasn’t too much of an issue to get Hugh on the right path again – but I can understand how scary being in front and ‘blind’ must have been. I’m now VERY thirsty and longing for the next rest stop – but it seems we’re pressing on before the weather gets even worse (ha… as if that’s possible). Going up the running belay is only a tad less challenging than coming down. Wish I’d had my camera handy or there’d been time available to grab it. The ice formations were stunning and the ‘glacier blue’ colour indescribably wonderful… the hundreds of feet drop, which were now clearly visible were quite frightening. Apart from that our visibility remained limited…. none of those stunning landscapes, views of Little Tahoma or distant cascades – will need to steal some of those photos from last week’s climbers or crawl the web. Now skipping over crevasses and snow bridges we reached the top of the Cleaver and a brief rest stop…. and very quick photo shoot… at last I find my iced water (after several searches)…. almost completely frozen… and drink as much as I can. Can’t face any food (probably a bad move – but I know we’re less than a couple of hours from home (well from Muir anyhow). After only a couple of minutes we shorten the ropes and set off down the cleaver. We’re dislodging quite a few rocks which tumble down….. onto a rope team some way below us… They yell back up to us… we pause until they pass out of the falling zone… and then head on at a reasonable pace. But we’re still being buffeted by the wind which frequently forces us to stop and brace. Down to more level ground and we let the ropes out again for bowling alley… until we reach “The Flats”. Here we do take a proper (wow… must be 20 minutes or more) break to take photos, grab snacks, have a few laughs, and do our hair and make-up so that we arrive at Muir in good order. Then its down Cathedral Gap (the familiar wind buffeting, clinker) onto the flat Cowlitz Glacier travers… hmmm… those crevasses look much much larger now it’s daylight…. And we arrive at Camp Muir in more of a blizzard than we left it about 8 or 9 hours previously. Crampons off… into the shelter to greetings from our team mates who’d had the wisdom to turn back sooner and, WOW, HOT COFFEE (thanks Linda!)

Hugh, an ex firefighter and paramedic – who must’ve had some pretty harrowing experiences in the past - is overcome with emotion at what we’ve been through. Bruce, I learn, took a fall, lost his ice axe and was careening down the mountain until team-arrested by Stuart, Gary and Pamela… and is visibly shaken by the whole ordeal. What stories to tell over some beers later.

The ice and snow caked to my fleece pants, goretex and gloves has now melted and soaked in. I am wet through, and have nothing dry to change into. Horizontal snow blizzard outside – but we’re all eager to get down to Paradise (so called, originally, by people coming up from the lowlands… though it sounded an extremely apt name to those of us coming down from the peaks). The trip down was luxury…. relatively…. Marginally less wind, marginally warmer temperatures and freezing rain instead of snow. Some short way above pebble creek we ran into “Climb 4” who were already wet through, and about 3 hours into their ascent to Camp Muir. We exchanged pleasantries and insults and wished them better weather – although we all knew they weren’t going to get it. As it happens they too were ‘turned’ about 20 minutes later. The trip from Pebble Creek to Paradise seemed to take for ever. I guess we were all tired and, like a watched kettle, ready to boil, but not quite there yet… We arrived at paradise at around 3pm…. Hauled ourselves into the bus and headed down to Ashford. It had stopped raining and the sky was starting to clear – but only for a brief moment.

Back in Ashford it was a rush to the car to make a quick getaway and be first in line for the hot water back at the Nisqually Lodge. Ah… that shower brought back vivid memories of Cape Wrath and the Ridgway School of Adventure – first shower after a week in the wilds - from way back in the late 70’s. As did the beer at Whittaker’s Bunkhouse Bar and Grill.

In fact much of the trip reminded me of cold bleak schooldays in Snowdonia, Cumbria, Sutherland, Dartmoor with driving rain and snow, poor visibility, bitterly cold winds, soaking wet clothing, natural hazards and wonderful, wonderful camaraderie.

And so to bed.

In emails to sponsors friends and family I wrote:

“All in all, probably the most awe inspiring, physically and mentally demanding, dangerous, scary, cold, wet and rewarding days of my life

The question remains would it have been more or less scary and more or less rewarding if conditions had been different in terms of cold, wet and lack of visibility.

I guess, one day, soon, I need to be able to answer that question.

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Camp Muir - June 24th

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 16:16:48 GMT

Another trip to Camp Muir on Mt Rainier - but the weather was against us..... bitterly cold horizontal snow... and thunderstorms in the afternoon. We turned back about 1000 feet short at Moon Rock.

You really don't want to be on a mountain when there's thunder around... and you're carrying pointy metal things like ski poles or ice axes.... so we hot footed it down to the warmth of the lodge and a cool Guinness...

Note to self: Get better gloves... and a face mask...

Third time on the mountain with the size 10 Koflach Degre plastic boot (after flirting once with the size 11 and once with the 10.5 Scarpa Inverno) The Koflach size 10's are the most comfortable and I'll use them for "The Big One"..... now, if only I could find them for sale anywhere at a reasonable price. Google fails me....

Mailbox Peak - June 21st

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 16:05:59 GMT

Longest day of the year.... summer solstice...

A small group of us set off up Mailbox Peak at 6pm. For some reason the trail felt exactly as steep as it did before. And IT IS STEEP. Five of us reached the summit shortly after 9pm and caught a glimpse of the sunset over Mt Si.

We couldn't actually find any virgins to sacrifice so had to make do with a couple of bottles of Red Hook.

The descent was long and tricky - and gave us a chance to ty out our headlamps..... as we zigged and zagged whistling "Hi ho... hi ho....."

Total elevation climbed since I started this escapade: 100,160 feet !!!!!!

Mount Si - June 19th

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 16:01:52 GMT

Hot sunny day on Mt Si (see pictures) - awesome views of Rainier and Cascades (including Mailbox Peak). Surprisingly, not many people on the trail..... on the other hand, having been bitten half to death by mosquitos and other freinds of theirs, maybe the other hikers knew better than I.

Note to self: Add bug spray to survuval kit !

Camp Muir - June 17th

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 19:21:00 GMT

Smaller, unoffical, group hike up to Camp Muir.

Cold and wet and (very) low visibilty at Paradise trailhead - I had little confidence our group (Me, Pamela, Steve, Mikey, Angela, Ginny, Mary, Lynne and (why ever not) Bronka) would be on the mountain for long. As well as my, now pretty much final, pack contents - I was trying out a new pair of (Scarpa Inverno) rental boots (for potential purchase).

Hiked through the cold and wet planting flags (gardening stakes with flourescent tape attached) at regular intervals - to aid retracing our steps back down in 'white-out' conditions. Even with no sun visible, a strong sunscreen is still required. Lack of (strong) wind meant I could still get away with little in the way of clothing. two very lightweith undershirts and regular lightweight summer hiking pants - though, of course, with full-zip rainpants and lightweight rainproof jacket on top. Even these proved too hot as the terrain got steeper. The investment in full-zip pants paid off not only in terms of ease of put-on/take-off over heavy boots (and, later, crampons) but the zips can be openen partially to allow cooling. Pit (of the arm variety) zips in the jacket is also a worthwhile feature.

We eventually punched through the clouds at around 7,800 feet elevation (halfway there) and the summit showed herself for the rest of the trip up to Muir. Got to the top (Camp Muir, not the summit) around 3:30 (6 hours) - and, this time, everyone made it. Including a couple who'd been forced to turn back a couple of weeks earlier. My 1 litre of Gatorade was very popular with several in our group - including Bronka-the-legend who was suffering from muscle cramps on, probably, her 400th plus climb to Camp Muir. Fairly swift descent due to the time - and the clouds rolling in below. Single (lightweight underwear vest) layer was all that was necessary during the descent... until we hit the cloud layer then it got very cold - and need waterproofs.

On the way down, Bronka (http://www.mountainexperience.com/Reports/News/MX%20News-Bronka%20Sundrstrom.htm) confided in me she had a soft spot for me. After I told her that, although flattered, I really don't date older married women - she went on to inform me that it was the British, not me in particular, she had a soft spot for. They'd liberated her from Bergen-Belsen in 1945 and English nurses had brought her back to health in the months that followed. The rest of her family (all of them) had not been so lucky. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bergen-Belsen_concentration_camp

When things get tough on the summit climb - I know where I'll reach for inspiration !

Tiger Mountain - Cable Line - June 13th

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 18:35:33 GMT

Quick (well 75 minutes) trip up the Cable Line with, wait for it, 50+ pounds on my back.

Laurelhurst - June 12th

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 18:34:11 GMT

A 2-3 mile walk round, surprisingly hilly, neighbourhood of Laurelhurst with Kanchan.... If I'd brought my pack, it could legitimately be called a training hike

Mount Si - June 11th

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 18:32:37 GMT

A week off !!! Yikes ! Beware of complacency.

A fairly (ha.. by now anyway) routine hike up Mt Si with Barb Schultz in OK weather. Both now consier ourselves "ready" - and want the next few weeks to pass quickly. Am very aware this attitude could lead to complacency, so need to keep discliplined with trainning hikes.

Camp Muir, Mount Rainier, June 3rd

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:46:28 GMT

One week later.... and again, what a contrast. Clear skies, no wind and temperatures in the 80's at the base of The Mountain.

Here was going to be the first BIG test.....

6 weeks away from climb date - and we're going to tackle "Day 1" - a trip to Camp Muir at 10,000 feet. Except that this will actually be harder than "Day 1" since we have to trek back down.... rather than stay overnight at Camp Muir.

http://www.trails.com/tcatalog_trail.asp?trailid=HGW006-046

http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/Camp_Muir_Rainier_7602.asp

Here's how John Muir describes the approach to the spot now known as Camp Muir:

"after a long easy climb over wide and smooth fields of ice, we reached a narrow ridge, at an elevation of about ten thousand feet above the sea, on the divide between the glaciers of the Nisqually and the Cowlitz."

Methinks Mr Muir and friends were a tad tougher than me.... this was long... but not easy.. and I suspect they may have been carrying more than my 40 pounds !!!

Nonetheless.... his writings are far more erudite than mine... and here's his account of Climbing Mount Rainier:

http://www.sierraclub.org/john_muir_exhibit/writings/steep_trails/chapter_20.html

And a bit more about the man himself

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Muir#Muir.27s_travels_in_the_Northwest

Anyway... back to the present.

This was to be a long day... so a large(ish) proportion of our group arrived Saturday night and lodged at Ashford..... which was fun!

Cousin Bev arrived from Tucson for another "test hike" to check readiness status.

I'd packed everything (apart from crampons and bowl & spoon) as if it was Climb Day.... and (with four litres of water) estimated the weight to be between 35 and 40. A tad more than the experts recommend.... but for me it was going to be a good test of how drastic I might need to pare things down (or not).

Weather was excellent at the parking lot at Paradise Inn - but the forecast indicated thunderstorms (not good news at all when on an open snowfield with a pointy metal ice axe sticking from your pack... and two long pointy metal ski poles attached to your hands.

A large group (I'd estimate over 30 (plus guides) had assembled).... and we all applied lashings of sunscreen.... and set off for Pebble Creek and beyond. A brief stop after 20 minutes so everyone could shed layers (only one was going to be necessary in this heat)

Still masses of snow at lower levels - but with 4 or 5 days of very warm weather the melt was in full force - and the path to Pebble Creek was becoming more and more visible than in previous hikes.

Seemed to get to Pebble Creek exceedingly quickly and the views were stupendous..... of Mount Adams, St Helens and Rainier itself (although it had it's 'cap' of cloud obscuring the summit).

Past Pebble Creek and we're into new territory in terms of altitude (using leg power instead of ski lift etc) on the Muir Snowfield. The snow became more crunchy and steps 'kicked in' by previous climbers more sturdy and pronounced. I now know exactly where Led Zeppelin got the idea for that song. This trip was the ultimate Stairmaster journey. Five hours up, three hours down in total.... and approximately 0.005% of it on level ground

Camp Muir is pretty bleak - but lots of relative shelter... and facilites (including 3-4 'outhouses')

The accommodation for RMI (http://www.rmiguides.com) clients on a two day summit climb (ie us!!) is a little less sulubrious than a Motel 6 (well, a lot less, actually) - 28 of us side by side on rough bunks (Note to self: remember to pack ear plugs (and nose plugs) on Climb Day)

We did it ! Well, most of us did. Those who had difficulties with the pace were forced to turn back before reaching Camp Muir due to the ominous clouds approaching from the East and the frequent rumblings of thunder... and we could see at least one fire in the distant woods due to a lightning strike.

The trip up and down was hard.... but actually, not as hard as I was expecting. And my biggest fear (extreme sun burn) didn't materialize.... (Thanks Neutrogena, for the complimentray SPF 50 samples)

Some fared less well... due to altitude and/or heat and/or equipment issues..... Bev's "Boot Bang" looked excruciating... hopefully we can find a solution for July.

The two hour drive home was not fun... knees and glutes aching.... but apart from that no real pains...

Monday morning..... (after a 5am trip to the Airport for the Tucson flight) now being spent extrememly lazily.... on 'blog-catch-up' duty.

Oh.... and the Muir trip was also the first outing for my new camera (the Canon SLR is really too bulky for mountain hikes... so I bought a SD1000 from Costco.com) I think the results are pretty good.... http://tinyurl.com/3xpkb7

Da training numbas: (Climb Day minus 46)

204 miles, 82,410 feet elevation gained, 107 hours, 965 pound pack weight

Pebble Creek, Mount Rainier - May 27th

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:26:37 GMT

Another 4:30 wake up call for the trip down to Ashford.

On advice from others - rented one size smaller booths this time.... GREAT ADVICE - the boots caused me no problems at all.

As well as the constrasting experience with the boots.... so too the conditions on the mountain. Visibility poor to nil.... winds very high... and bitterly cold. Not a day for hanging around outside.... so we dashed up to Pebble Creek (smaller group due to the Memorial Day holiday) and dashed down again for a Burger and a few Guinness at the Copper Creek Inn.

Sadly, Whittakers had no boots in my size for sale.... ah well... yet more online research opportunities

No pictures this week.... only white-outs.

BUT... nice to know boots and waterproof gear work without problems. Need better gloves tho'

Nice chats with "hiking legend" 82 year old Bronka

http://www.mountainexperience.com/Reports/News/MX%20News-Bronka%20Sundrstrom.htm

a climbing inspiration to a (few-months-ago) out of shape 51 year old if ever there was one !!!!

Tiger Mountain - Cable Line, May 27th

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:13:34 GMT

Uneventful trip on a well worn path (well... that means I can't remember the events)

Mailbox Peak, North Bend, May 23rd

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:12:26 GMT

My hiking book describes Mailbox Peak as "Extreme"

I'd say it was a pretty fair description.

4,000 feet elevation in 3 miles.... and 4000 down 3 miles. That is STEEP !!!

http://www.nwsource.com/travel/scr/tf_story.cfm?st=911046

Here's a 360 degree view from the top

And in the background, on the right hand side of this picture is Mount Si (been there done that.... a few times

Toughest climb so far...... see album for other photos

Tiger Mountain - Cable Line, May 21

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:09:58 GMT

Now I'm getting hopelessly out of date with keeping this up to date.... so the next few entries will probably be brief

Monday May 21st - Cable Line... a warm day with LOTS of insects in a biting mood.

And lot's of 'volunteers' out looking for a missing hiker.

Seems he showed up at home later that evening - having been unconscious for three days at the bottom of a ravine.... with no bruises of bug bites.....

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/316680_runner23.html

I WANT a body like that for when I go hiking and might get into difficulties.

Anyway.... Tiger MoountainCable Line was still as constant as ever... and a good (reasonably close and quick) workout...

The Mother of all Garage Sales

Fri, 18 May 2007 14:49:01 GMT

UPDATE: Huge Garage Sale, May 19th. All proceeds go to help The Climb for Clean Air. Brook Trails Estates (off Avondale Road between 145th and 155th Streets in Woodinville. You'll find me.. it's the biggest sale in the Neighbourhood. Masses of kids clothes, toys, kitchen items, housewares etc

I've been given four Suburban loads of "stuff" - much of it brand new and unused

All priced to sell....

Tiger Mountain - Cable Line, May 11th

Mon, 14 May 2007 15:41:09 GMT

Nice warm Friday.... time to tackle the Cable Line again - shorter than Si, but closer than Si (and steeper), so a good, relatively quick workout. Less weight than earlier in the week (for reasons that will become apparent in the next blog entry). Set off at 4:30(ish) made it to the top in an hour and 10... (The Mountain was in view - but not as impressive a view as from Mt Si)

Met up with the two "Daves" on the way down - who had been stuck in traffic, so weren't able to join me for "Tiger Mountain - Cable Line - Twice in one day !!!!"

176 miles, 67460 feet elevation gain, 86.4 hours, 768 pounds pack weight

Tiger Mountain - Cable Line, May 11th

Mon, 14 May 2007 15:39:36 GMT

Nice warm Friday.... time to tackle the Cable Line again - shorter than Si, but closer than Si (and steeper), so a good, relatively quick workout. Less weight than earlier in the week (for reasons that will become apparent in the next blog entry). Set off at 1:30(ish) made it to the top in an hour and 10... chatted with a couple of Mount Rainier alumni at the top.... (The Mountain was in view - but not as impressive a view as from Mt Si)

Had to push on the descent in order to get down by 4pm....... ready for....

Tiger Mountain, "Cable Line" - May 9th

Thu, 10 May 2007 17:26:04 GMT

Wednesday hike club met at 10(ish) at the noisy (right by the side of I90 freeway) Tiger Mountain trailhead.

http://www.wta.org/~wta/cgi-bin/wtaweb.pl?3+tg+fetch+english+1128

As this was a shorter hike (albeit "straight up" - a pathway cut for a buried power cable) I thought I'd add some weight. Total of 45 pounds - much of it water which could be shed if things became too difficult.

Apparently the "Cable Line" mimics the terrain and steepness of Disappointment Cleaver (part of our main ascent route up Rainier) - except that it's about 3 times shorter.

Nevertheless, we pounded up that part of the trail making the summit in just a little over an hour. Hard work - but satisfying... and I managed to haul all 45 pounds (plus the 195 that is me) without wheezing too much.

Donated an antiseptic wipe to one walker on the summit - who it turns out is planning the Pacific Crest Trail - a trail all the way from Canada to Mexico..... now THAT sounds intriguing !!!! 2008 or 2009 perhaps ???

and met a group called "Team Survivor" - a group of women cancer survivors who also hike regularly on Wednesdays.... methinks we'll see them again before the summers out.

Back down Tiger in 50 minutes....... bring on the next one - Tiger again, twice, on Friday perhaps ??

Da numbas:

168 miles, 63060 feet elevation, 82 hours, 705 pack weight

By the time Rainier Climb comes around I'm thinking those numbers could grow to 300+ miles, 100,000+ feet, 1000+ pounds

WOW !

Pebble Creek, Mount Rainier - May 6th

Thu, 10 May 2007 17:10:50 GMT

Up at 4:30 (again !!!) to get ready to carpool down to Rainier. Left Kirkland just before 6 with me, Angela and Mike and three sets of gear in my little Sebring....

Easy trip down (including stop for Egg McMuffin) to Ashford - arriving at Whittaker Mountaineering just before they opened at 8. Rented boots and snowshoes and headed into Mounr Rainier National Park (only the second day it had been opend since the floods of last November. Lots of devastation on view as we wound our way up to the parking lot at Paradise.

Warm(-ish) day with rolloing clouds and mists punctuating the blue sky above. No wind.... There can't be many days like this in early May on the Mountain. If we have weather like this on climb day - it'll be perfect.

About 25 of our group showed up - so we formed a nice conger as we snowshoed up the skyline trail (well... no-one could see the trail since it was all snow covered). Didn't seem too steep... (although I guess it was)... just keep looking down and putting one foot in front of the other, replicating the person in fronts steps. Easy really.... oh, and don't forget to look up and around every so often at the majesty of the mountain.

Made it to Pebble Creek (see pictures) after about 2-3 hours - stopped for lunch and gazed beyond at Camp Muir... which is about the same distance as we'd already hiked... but MUCH steeper (allegedly)

Plastic boots hurt (ominous!!) - right heel was bouncing around inside against each side of the boot shell - were they too big ? ?Try a size smaller next time ??

Apart from that...and the tricky descent in soft-ish snow..... it really wasn't too taxing. Yikes... I'm almost fit

Mount Si - May 2nd

Thu, 10 May 2007 16:59:34 GMT

Back to familiar temperate territory.

The Wednesday hiking club (Barb, Angela, Scott & Myself) had a go at tackling Mount Si (#12 for me in just over a month). Added some weight - (total 40 pounds) to see if it was any easier than the last time.

It was... marginally....

Off to Tucson....April 27-May 1

Thu, 10 May 2007 16:55:16 GMT

Up at 04:30 to catch a 7am flight - with a full pack, plus a shipping case of wine (forgot they wouldn't let me on a plane with it).

Arrived Tucson around 10:30 - Hot and Sunny..... met by cousin Bev..... and drove to her house for a spot of lunch... then off to Sabino Canyon for a hike.

WOW... hot hot hot... and dry dry dry.... struggled hard to keep up, and wished I'd unpacked a bit of 'stuff' beforehand. But we ultimately made it along Blackett's Ridge (7 miles round trip, in about 3 hours)

http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/BlackettsRidge_8520.asp

Day 2 (Saturday) weather forecast was for cooler cloudier weather - with a chance of rain - so we set off early (-ish, well 9am) for Ventana Canyon:

http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/Ventana_Canyon_8520.asp

It's STEEP and rugged.... simlar to Mount Si, possibly steeper in places.... and LONG.

(12.5 miles, 4260 feet elevation -
and at least 3 of those miles were flat.. so you can imagine what the
rest were like) took us nine hours in total and mucho litres of
agua..... (first time either of us had hiked that elevation)

But.... "we made it to the window" (entitling us to bragging rights
with all the locals) - whence the trail gets it's name (not many do it
seems)

Another first... up close and personal with a 4 foot rattlesnake -
(they really do rattle....) !!!

Give me a goooeyduck on Tiger Mtn anyday...

Crawled back into the car around 6-ish, and staggered to drugstore for some Gatorade - needed the assistance of a walker (shopping cart) to get to the right aisle.

Sunday.... short hike (about 50 yards and 3 feet elevation) to the pool and back

Totals so far:

150 miles, 55,660 feet elevation, 73 hours, 585 pounds pack weight

Mount Si - Wednesday April 25th

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:05:15 GMT

Barb and I made the top inside 2 hours - but, for me, it was a struggle..... did I overdo things on Sunday.... or not rest up enough ? Who knows !

Total elevation so far: 49,900 feet..... 131 miles, 61 hours, 530lbs pack weight.

Off to Tucson for the weekend - trading rainforest greens for desert browns...

Mount Si - Sunday April 22nd

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:02:06 GMT

Hike with the main group - so decided to shed a few pounds from Friday - to be able to keep the pace.

Just as well - because the lead guides set of at a blistering pace..... even so, me with my 35lbs pushed hard ot keep up with them. 1hr 45 minutes to the top, and one hour back to the bottom. ! WOW.... I think I'm getting fit.

Knees are going to pay for it this week.

Oh... and that was 10 times up Mount Si in four weeks.... if only MSN would let me post the photo!!

Mount Si - Friday April 20th

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:59:10 GMT

Decided to add some weight !

Heavy heavy going… and heavy heavy pack....

over 40 pounds !!! Hopefully it'll pay off for the future. Extra weight added a good 30 minutes to the round trip time.

Mount Si - Wednesday April 18th

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:56:33 GMT

Another thing learned today:

Never forget your camera !

Barb (another CFCA stalwart) and I met at the trailhead in the pouring rain - but it soon cleared....then turned to snow from about 3000 feet Beautiful winter wonderland snowscenes at the top, no view. Easiest (?!?) trip up Si to date.

Tiger Mountain - Tuesday April 17th

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:53:30 GMT

"The Section Line trail"

Now I know why they call it that...... imagine a line, cross section of the Mountain.... then walk up it... no turns no nothing just Up for 3 miles ! Wow that's STEEP !

For anyone who's hiked Tiger Mountain without a map... you'll know it's easy to get lost among the myriad of criss crossing trails.

One good thing about the Section Line: You can't get lost.... any time you're faced with a deicsion about which path to take: Take the one that points Up !

Another good thing about the Section Line..... I'm still thinking about that one...

Two months since the very first hike up Rattlesnake Ledge

Progress so far: 99 miles, 36,300' elevation, 390 lbs cumulative pack weight

Hike 15 - Mount Si - Thursday April 12

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 00:52:48 GMT

Hmmmm.... can't remember much about this one

Oh yes (looking at excel log), was harder. ?Was it the pack (30lbs), 2 days off ? or low hydration (er.. hangover) ?

My new pack:

Hike 14 - Monday 9th April - Mount Si

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:35:14 GMT

This is actually almost becoming routine. Heavy rain and wind in the lowlands... Rain at the trailhead, but sheltered from the wind. Ascended with Scott for 'the climb' group... on a cold and grey day.

Visiblity at the top: pretty near zero... and cold... and heavy snow strarting to fall.... best to get down quickly... and hope for better the next time.

14 hikes so far.... (now pretty much every other day) 84 miles, 30,700 elevation, 40.9 hours, 330lbs cum pack weight.

Not far off (ha.. I think!!) attempting Mt Si twice in a day.... will set that (well, 1.5 times) as a goal before May 1st.

Begining to question whether my "Columbia" waterproof jacket... is exactly that, or not.... (hunting for receipt)

Hike 13 - Saturday 7th April - Tiger Mountain 3 (Group Hike)

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:29:36 GMT

Crammed in the parking lot of I90 in Issaquah with scores of other cars and rendezvous with the larger CFCA group amidst the heavy drone of freeway traffic (ah... ain't it grand to get away from it all and escape into the country)

The book rates Tiger Mountain as: "Difficult, 5 miles, elevation gain 2200 feet". Less distance and elevatio than Mt Si... but I found parts of it tougher (certainly steeper).... and it WAS a warm and muggy day..... MUST remember to add towel and headband to the next packlist. 28 pounds in the pack again.

Hike 12 - Thursday 5th April - Mount Si

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:24:34 GMT

Two days since the stupendous views from atop Mount Si - and this time.... ice and snow from about 3.5 miles.

No views to speak of.

This time I donned new back pack and 'loaded' it with an extra 10 pounds (total 28). Far more comfortable on the shoulders back and hips.... but the legs took the strain and 'clocked' an additional 25 minutes on the round trip journey.

Hike 11 - Tuesday 3rd April - Mount Si

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:16:19 GMT

'Nuff said....... what a perfect day.... and perfect views...

8 miles, 3400' elevation, 3.5 hours, 18 pounds.... perfect views... no pain (why ever not on a day like today)

(Called in to REI on the way home to collect new pack)