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Under dying mountains Under dying mountains  by reinhard2

Actually this TR is sort of anti-TR, since neither successes nor spectacular escapes or failures are to be reported. It simply shares the insights of a weekend, which bore out fewer expectancies than it had promised before. Part of that is due to the unexpected experience of mountains visibly falling asunder - dying mountains. What struck me here so unexpectedly is surely no particular property of the particular area of southern Stubai group in the Alps, where this weekend derolled, but can of course also be found elsewhere. Here lies the rationale to share this TR as a general TR, not just as an account in the German corner of SP, where most of the people who know this area belong to. Finally, it also touches the general point that difficulties and wearisome situations are mastered (or not) by the strength of the mind, not primarily by the fitness of the body.

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San Gorgonio 17 Peaks San Gorgonio 17 Peaks  by Rick Kent

Of all the Sierra Club HPS (Hundred Peaks Section) reports I've read there is one that stands out and I've never forgotten about it since the first time I read it. In 1996 Eric Siering did a solo dayhike of the Gorgonio range which included an astounding 17 peaks. This was truly a remarkable accomplishment and from time to time I've pondered whether I might be able to do at least a part of it. The trouble however was the necessary car shuttle. Eric's route (starting at Fish Creek and descending to Angeles Oaks) was the most logical and efficient. Not that there's anything wrong with a car shuttle but I have a history of finding other ways (which typically involves a greater degree of torture):

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Accursed
Mountains 2006, Part 1. <b>Cappo di Thethi.</b> Accursed Mountains 2006, Part 1. Cappo di Thethi.  by kamil

Croatia, the old road Zagreb - Varaždin, parallel to the motorway, somewhere before Novi Marof. Sharp right turn, badly profiled, tightening. Fourth gear, gas blip, third, fuck it, still getting tighter, I didn’t predict that, now I know I’m gonna fly out of my lane. A big lorry slowly crawls up the opposite lane. I lose traction, tyres screeching, I’m going head on into the lorry. A glimpse of a wide, bumpy, gravelled shoulder on the outside. Coincidence, or maybe the road designers predicted it. Alright, let’s get the fuck out of here. Regaining traction, getting the wheels straight, still braking, I cut past the front of the lorry, five, maybe ten metres from it, into the roadside, my mind registering everything in slow motion. Shaking on the bumps, losing speed. Immediately I get back on the road and drive on. Only after a while I realise what happened and my heart jumps into my throat. Gratefulness. Someone’s keeping an eye. Karabaja again? Perhaps a higher instance this time.

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Tranquillity and Solitude Tranquillity and Solitude  by Gangolf Haub

Tomorrow was a Saturday – we started out by car around seven, having stored the guidebooks somewhere in the backpack, crossed the Slovenian – Italian border – not without fumbling one of the passports (our usual feat to entertain the customs officers) – and headed for Tarvisio, Lago di Predil and Sella Nevea. There was more traffic than the time before but at first we didn’t care. We passed the trailhead for the normal route to Jôf Fuart and wondered about the many cars parked there, most of them with Austrian license plates. We were held up by more Austrian cars on the road but I quickly overtook them rushing up to the ski town of Sella Nevea.

It looked tranquil there – nobody was around and we relaxed again. On to the mountain road towards the Case di Pecol, a narrow and winding asphalt road which took us to the parking lot on the Altopiano di Montasio. Still nobody on the road…

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Three weeks in Caucasus.
Part 1 - Bezengi Three weeks in Caucasus. Part 1 - Bezengi  by arturf

This expedition was the first experience of climbing at altitude for me, as all my previous trips were in Tatra Mountains with summits below 2500m. I tried to describe extencively my feeling and thoughts in this article rather then technical details, as it is aimed to reflect an authentic impressions of a person, who is trekking and climbing at the altitude for the first time.

While thinking about going to higher mountains I found two main alternatives: Caucasus and Alps, so after studying pros and cons of both regions I decided to go to exotic Caucasus this time rather then to civilized Alps. This decision doesn't mean that I wouldn't like to go to Alps in future, I just found possibility to experience completely different Caucasus culture more tempting this time, then going to familiar Europe again.

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Success,
Failure, and the Staggering Magnificence of Mount Cleveland Success, Failure, and the Staggering Magnificence of Mount Cleveland  by Saintgrizzly

Although there are other routes, the goat-trail traverse across the Stoney Indian Peaks is the most scenic, shortest, and easiest way to do it. After crossing from the U.S. into Canada, taking the launch from the WatertonTownsite, then re-entering the U.S. at Goat Haunt, it is the most fun for your time. Besides, on the way across the eight miles of Upper Waterton Lake, among other nice things you get your first view of the famous and infamous Mount Cleveland North Face. So if you weren't psyched before, things are definitely improving, because you are now. Looking 6,000-and-some feet up to a summit not really all that far away, of which about 4,500 feet are precipitous and vertical, will do a number on you; trumpets blow in your mind, you want to scream at everyone else on the boat to "Look, look at that! For crying out loud, will you just LOOK!" But whatever else is going on in your head, no matter how the band plays, there is just this huge, gigantic monster-of-a-mountain sliding quietly through the view before the boat. Sitting there, silently doing its thing, while you go berserk at the unreasonable, incongruous size of it all.

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Solimana, Second Summit
Attempt Solimana, Second Summit Attempt  by Vic Hanson

Saturday morning we met Hugo at the terminal, had breakfast and then headed for Nevado Solimana. It was a beautiful clear spring day in Arequipa, but by the time we neared the high plain above Chuquibamba we couldn't see the mountains because of the clouds. We never did see Ampato but got some stormy glimpses of Coropuna as we drove around it. As the sun was setting behind Solimana, there were some dramatic views caused by the dark clouds, giving us cause for concern and a prayer for clearer weather for the next couple of days. We drove to where the road to Huachuy crosses the Soro River, and set up camp there. I had said in my previous report from last year that I thought it was at about 14,000 feet, but it actually is about 15,000 feet. We arrived after dark and had to search a bit, but were able to find a couple of suitable campsites. It was snowing lightly, but thankfully it didn't amount to much and soon stopped.

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Blake Slide and Nippletop
Slide Traverse: Blake Slide and Nippletop Slide Traverse:  by MudRat

My week prior to Saturday entailed battling allergies and other health issues so I prayed that I’d be well enough to hike on the 29th in order to capture some pics of the fall foliage while having another “misadventure” with WWBF. On the evening of the 28th, I didn’t think my participation would happen, but I begrudgingly awoke at 5:30 a.m. and committed myself. I was less than enthused about seeing the sunrise on the weekend. We arrived at the trailhead and began the traverse at about 6:30 a.m. Our goal was to hike Colvin, Blake, Blake Slide, Nippletop Slide and Dial. The temperature was firmly in the fifties and comfortable in short sleeves. Morning fog clung to some of the mountains, but the glowing sky threatened to burn it off in short order. The ¾ mile walk up to the Ausable Club gate found me at a slow pace compared with WWBF who loves to start at a faster clip. I chuckled as I signed us in and wrote our itinerary. It’s not a normal day-hike for most people.

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An
Emotional Rollercoaster – The SP Mini Gathering In Kranjska Gora An Emotional Rollercoaster – The SP Mini Gathering In Kranjska Gora  by Gangolf Haub

Four years – for four years almost I have been a member at SummitPost but so far I have not met a single of my fellow members in person. Virtually, yes – there have been lots of discussions and I think I know some members very well already. But do I really?

Anyway, this is bound to change tonight. Ever since I announced to Vid that I would spend three weeks in Kranjska Gora in Slovenia to have a look at the Julian Alps, we have plotted to meet and maybe climb somewhere. Vid went even further, he suggested a date and a pizzeria, asked other members to join and put up a message on the Europe board. Before I left home he told me Bor would attend and ganesh70 and possible some others. One guy from Hungary maybe wanted to come but I had to leave so I didn’t get to know the details. At Kranjska Gora I had no internet access so I was closed out from any SP-discussions.

But today will be the day, Friday Sept. 14th 2007, at 8:00 p.m. at Pizzeria Kotnik. I’m exited!

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Gone midnight and in need of
a bivvy site. Gone midnight and in need of a bivvy site.  by munroitis

With a hectic work schedule I’d not planned or schemed this trip like the Chris of old. Usually I’d have had my head buried in all manner of books and maps and have trawled the internet for info and excitement (steady). The penny started to drop two weeks before when we’d had our acclimatisation trip with Steve and Rich up Pinnacle Ridge on St Sunday Crag. To be honest I’d left all the organisation down to the two of them. So having stocked up on all manner of extra gear Stu, Mark and I set off at the not too unreasonable hour of 07.30. After pranging my back left alloy (just brilliant that on a car less than one month old) on the boulders which surround Mark’s garden it was no surprise when I bit his head off for being a wee bit late. You’d have thought after fifteen years of going walking I’d have got used to his lack of promptness.

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