High

"The higher you get, the higher you get." For a brief moment, I was the highest person in the continental United States. For the record, I'm just talking about mountains. 

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Sure it was a bit cold up there at 14,505 feet, but I couldn't have asked for better weather. Leaving Kennedy Meadows South the weather forecast was all doom and gloom. With a storm coming there was a small window before it hit — and I took it. 

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Some people bailed and exited the Sierra before getting to Whitney. I think I rolled my dice right. 30% chance of snow the following day were odds I was willing to take. Plus they're mountains, I don't think mountains listen to weather men — They have a habit of making up their own minds. 

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After a few days walking from Kennedy meadows, I set up camp ten miles from the summit and timed my ascent to get past the snow before it became midday mush.

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Passing cathedral like peaks

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Reflected by the early morning sun.  

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"Davinci, Quit 'baiting the marmots!"

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I ran into Chinese Rock on the way up. Peaks passed became minuscule as we climbed. 

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Just snow and rocks up there. 

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I have to admit, after walking over all the mountains on my way from Mexico, this shit was actually pretty easy. Especially compared to the passes that would follow. 

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Obligatory hero shots. I laugh knowing I walked up in running shoes. 

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With Verizon you can call your girlfriend from the top. As this guy was telling his tale over the telephone I was screaming "let nature prevail!" in my head. 

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Once he hung up, it turned out these guys were pretty legit.  

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We had a photo shoot. "What's the point of going if you don't take any pictures?"

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And we descended together.

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After warming up briefly in the Mt. Whitney hut. 

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All in all, It was pretty epic. I think I'll have to bag some more peaks.