"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.
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.
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.
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.
Passing cathedral like peaks
Reflected by the early morning sun.
"Davinci, Quit 'baiting the marmots!"
I ran into Chinese Rock on the way up. Peaks passed became minuscule as we climbed.
Just snow and rocks up there.
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.
Obligatory hero shots. I laugh knowing I walked up in running shoes.
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.
Once he hung up, it turned out these guys were pretty legit.
We had a photo shoot. "What's the point of going if you don't take any pictures?"
And we descended together.
After warming up briefly in the Mt. Whitney hut.
All in all, It was pretty epic. I think I'll have to bag some more peaks.