RAM
08-01-2011, 03:29 PM
Back story.....What would have been the 20th annual July North Cascade trip
didn't appeal. Heck, they are still skiing up there and camping on snow. We
searched "western snow pack" far and wide. Decided on the Sierra Nevada,
starting south by Whitney and working up to Toualamme Yosemite, over a three
week period. Snow pack ranged from 120% of normal down south, to over 200% up
further north. Likely to feel like a normal Cascade trip!
Sixteen hours of driving. A squatter camp at the edge of Death Valley. A
flirtation with doing Styx Canyon. FryFest? It intrigues. Alas, the mountain
calls. We enter the lottery for Whitney permits. We win the 11 AM drawing for
the next day. But what to do today? Lone Pine Peak, of course! Only a 5,000
foot, warm up ascent for a 12:45 PM start. Back just after dark. Then the 4,700
foot full pack ascent to high camp the next day.
From our camp at frozen Iceberg Lake, we head up toward the eastern face of Mt.
Whitney. My calves are sore, as is my hamstrings. Any movement beyond the
stretched out point snares me in what feels like mud. Add snow and I am
suffering. Lungs barely function. Then the altitude. Fifty vertical feet below
the rope up spot I collapse. Half and hour later I am no better. An hour later
and I limp up to the spot. All other parties on this Saturday are on the East
Buttress. My being sick, Aaron and I decide for the privacy of the historic East
Face route.
Full of famed features, the Tower Traverse, The Washboard, the Fresh Air
Traverse, the Great Staircase....I limp up the 13 pitches to the summit at 4 PM.
Down the Mountaineers route and into camp in the early evening. One more route
dreamed about for decades is now firmly in the memory.
Pictures?
https://picasaweb.google.com/aramv14/LonePineEastFaceWhitney77911
didn't appeal. Heck, they are still skiing up there and camping on snow. We
searched "western snow pack" far and wide. Decided on the Sierra Nevada,
starting south by Whitney and working up to Toualamme Yosemite, over a three
week period. Snow pack ranged from 120% of normal down south, to over 200% up
further north. Likely to feel like a normal Cascade trip!
Sixteen hours of driving. A squatter camp at the edge of Death Valley. A
flirtation with doing Styx Canyon. FryFest? It intrigues. Alas, the mountain
calls. We enter the lottery for Whitney permits. We win the 11 AM drawing for
the next day. But what to do today? Lone Pine Peak, of course! Only a 5,000
foot, warm up ascent for a 12:45 PM start. Back just after dark. Then the 4,700
foot full pack ascent to high camp the next day.
From our camp at frozen Iceberg Lake, we head up toward the eastern face of Mt.
Whitney. My calves are sore, as is my hamstrings. Any movement beyond the
stretched out point snares me in what feels like mud. Add snow and I am
suffering. Lungs barely function. Then the altitude. Fifty vertical feet below
the rope up spot I collapse. Half and hour later I am no better. An hour later
and I limp up to the spot. All other parties on this Saturday are on the East
Buttress. My being sick, Aaron and I decide for the privacy of the historic East
Face route.
Full of famed features, the Tower Traverse, The Washboard, the Fresh Air
Traverse, the Great Staircase....I limp up the 13 pitches to the summit at 4 PM.
Down the Mountaineers route and into camp in the early evening. One more route
dreamed about for decades is now firmly in the memory.
Pictures?
https://picasaweb.google.com/aramv14/LonePineEastFaceWhitney77911