Thursday, July 20, 2017
Monday, July 17, 2017
Friday, July 14, 2017
Monday, July 10, 2017
I remember being a little annoyed with Southwest for having my route to SLC go through Phoenix, but like the rest of the world I don't pretend to understand how they determine routes and fares. There were some cool views from my window seat after I woke up from a nap that lasted from Chicago to the Continental Divide. Seriously, SW should pay me for this one.
On the way out of town I stopped at my other brother's house and spent a little time with him. He was in a motorcycle accident a year ago (broke his nose and 4 places in his elbow). He's almost 100% recovered and back on the bike. This is another reason Mrs. Dave forbids me to buy one, not that I'm terribly anxious to put my life into the hands of the people who drive around here.
The trail head is here on the back (east) side. This is not the summit, but another peak. The trail goes between the slope on the left and this one.
This time of the year there is still a fair amount of water from the melting snow fields. In a few weeks, there won't be much coming down.
The snow fields are pretty hard packed. It's very dangerous to cross them without foot gear (crampons or similar - we used Yaktraks) and poles. Fortunately, my friend had extra.
Looking east from below the summit.
Mountaintop selfie. Note the scuff mark of a rockslide over my shoulder. Those clouds are the leading edge of a thunderstorm that came over a few minutes after we reached the top, chasing us down after only ten minutes at 11,753 feet.
My friend, Tim and his wife. Yes, he's run Boston (more than once), and has a over-40 PR of 3:01. He still runs in the 3:15-20 range.
This is not technically a glacier, but the snow in this valley stays year round and feeds the lake in the foreground. The summit is to the right, a little ways out of this picture. We slid down the glacier for about 600 yards (you can see the track is a little bit whiter than the rest of the snow), then hiked another mile to the lake in the thunderstorm, which was dumping dime-sized hail on us at the time. We're both completely soaked.
Sometimes it seemed wiser to skirt the edge of a snowfield than traverse it. This wasn't any easier, but probably safer. Other times we crossed and a few times we slid down them. That can be a tricky choice, though. I tweaked an ankle, a wrist and cut myself on the sharp rocks at the edge of one when I lost control of my slide a little bit.
However, I was lucky, compared to the guy who ended up at the foot of a waterfall after sliding out of control for 60 feet on a field, then 30 feet over a cliff. Broke both legs and had to be medivac-ed out in this.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
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