Not gonna lie, the ice axe made me feel pretty badass the whole time, when it wasn’t busy saving my life. Photo credit: Marco Lobato. He lugged his camera up 6100 ft. for this celebratory shot. What a hero. Not this mountain, the higher one behind it, waaaaayyyy in the back. Turns out Mount Whitney is freakin’ tall. Photo credit: Marla McPherson. She also took the sweet shot of the moon at the top of this post.
Temperature of mountain stream water in which I rinsed my feet after the hike: absolutely freakin freezing
Mickey-mouse-shaped coconut pancakes devoured the next morning: 4
Hours without a shower: 68
Aggregate hours of sleep Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights: 16.5
Number out of ten would do it again: 10
Rest assured I was nowhere near this smiley on the way down. Photo credit: Marla McPhersonHandstand at 14505 ft, because, why not? Although to be honest, this took every last bit of strength I had. Going back down was super rough. Photo credit: Marco LobatoFun fact: snow is super reflective and will burn to a crisp the delicate skin on underside of your chin that’s never ever seen the sun before. You’ve been warned. Photo credit: Lorenz Haghenbeck
Margaux is a classic millennial who shamelessly orders shampoo and toothpaste online instead of trekking all the way to the store. She will, however, happily trek up mountains (and climb them, and bike up them, and skin up them on skis) only to go back down again. Because priorities.
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