We made it to the top!
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.
Total number of hours on the mountain: 18.5
Round-trip mileage: 22
Feet of elevation gain: 6100
Highest elevation, in feet: 14,505
Number of (non life-threatening)
Depth of snow I accidentally stepped/fell into about a hundred times, in feet: 2.5
Percent of the hike for which crampons and an ice axe were needed: 60
Number of times we referenced
this joke from The Oatmeal: 25 (give or take a few)
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 McPherson
Handstand 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 Lobato
Fun 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
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