It’s seven am and the sun has almost risen over Old Greyback. I’ve been hiking since 5:30 and been up since three a.m. when I threw back the covers, turned on the lights and my angry cats howled at me in discontent. I had to hit the road. I had mountains …
I obviously had to decide to conquer Mt Whitney for the second time when I was in the worst shape I have been in, well, in at least three years. Seriously it was an effort to run two miles this morning, my calves and ankles were aching a mile up the huge steep trail …
” The View from San Jacinto is the most sublime spectacle to be found anywhere on this earth” ~John Muir From my first ascent (Of many sure to come) of mighty San Jacinto Mountain last May. At the time this was the tallest mountain I had climbed at 10,834. The entire hike was over fourteen miles …
I had just fallen down a twenty foot snowy slope. Right after the fall I was still grasping my left hand, a little panicked that it might be broken but still hobbling slowly and carefully up hill. I don’t think I have ever hated switch backs like I did in that moment. Which …
I had been training to hike Mt Whitney for months. Mainly I was just distance running with some longer hikes thrown in. I felt like I was in okay condition to hike the twenty two miles of Mt Whitney, but I definitely could have trained harder if I had more time. For weeks every one told …