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For some people friendship
is not enough. For some people friendship is not enough.  by PAROFES

Despite the soon to be understood title of this trip report, I can assure you this is a trip report, the mountain? Cerro Vallecitos. Another dream of mine that became true some time ago. So, should I begin? Yep, right. Here we go. (As usual, some History before the actual climb report). I use to have a hiking partner here at home. His name is EVC (that’s all I’m going to say about his name), very close friend, good learner to soon become a great photographer and insane hiker, of course, youth and low weight made him a way faster climber than I am. I was (at the time) 32 and he was 21. My body weight is always around 75 – 77 kg (200 – 206 pounds) and he is precisely 64 kg (171 pounds). That means just one thing: Stronger and faster.

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Corsica 2011 Corsica 2011  by yxygan

Corsica (French: Corse, Corsican: Corsica; Italian: Corsica; magyarul: Korzika) is an island in the Mediterranean Sea. It is located west of Italy, southeast of the French mainland, and north of the island of Sardinia.
Corsica is one of the 27 régions of France, although strictly speaking Corsica is designated as a "territorial collectivity" (collectivité territoriale) by law. As a territorial collectivity, it enjoys greater powers than other French régions, but for the most part its status is quite similar. Corsica is referred to as a "région" in common speech, and is almost always listed among the other régions of France. Although the island is separated from the continental mainland by the Ligurian Sea and is closer to Italy than to the French mainland, politically Corsica is part of Metropolitan France. It was once briefly an independent Corsican Republic, until being incorporated into France in 1769. Its culture has both French and Italian elements. Napoléon Bonaparte was born in Ajaccio, where his ancestral home, Casa Buonaparte, is also located.
Corsica was formed as an island through volcanic explosions. It is known as the most mountainous island in the Mediterranean. Corsica is 183 kilometres (114 mi) long at longest, 83 kilometres (52 mi) wide at widest, has 1,000 kilometres (620 mi) of coastline, more than 200 beaches, and is very mountainous, with Monte Cinto as the highest peak at 2,706 metres (8,878 ft) and 20 other summits of more than 2,000 metres (6,600 ft). Mountains comprise two-thirds of the island, forming a single chain. Forest comprises 20% of the island. Approximately 3,500 km2 (1,400 sq mi) of the total surface area of 8,680 km2 (3,350 sq mi) is dedicated to nature reserves (Parc Naturel Régional de Corse), mainly in the interior. Corsica contains the GR20, one of Europe's most notable hiking trails.
The island is 90 kilometres (56 mi) from Tuscany in Italy and 170 kilometres (110 mi) from the Côte d'Azur in France. It is separated from Sardinia to the south by the Strait of Bonifacio, a minimum of 11 kilometres (6.8 mi) wide.

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A Weekend
in the Enchantments: 4 Peaks in a Row A Weekend in the Enchantments: 4 Peaks in a Row  by Josh Lewis

Last year my brother Michael and Eastking went up Colchuck Peak in Late March which for over a year I been wanting to do. Last week Redwic invited me to join with Gimpilator for a Grand Slam in the Enchantments. Redwic let me stay over at his house which we sorted gear, planned out our routes, and printed off maps.

We woke up at 2 a.m. to head out to the Stuart Lake Trailhead to get a nice alpine start. Getting out of the car it was so nice to feel the fresh mountain air again, the past several weeks I had been stuck at home with tons of homework which I graduated June 9, 2011. The weather was absolutely perfect, we could not have picked a better time to head to the Enchantments. The weekend before people said it was too snowy, and then next weekend permit season was going to start up.

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Dad's First
Fourteener Dad's First Fourteener  by metal4lyf

In mid May my dad called to see if I was interested in Mount Whitney on Memorial Day. After several unsuccessful and discouraging trips in prior weeks I was ready for a break from deplorable snow conditions in Colorado. So I started looking at routes.

Dad had been training even harder in the month since we climbed Mount Adams here in Colorado, and I'd been doing my thing, so I thought it might be feasible to daytrip the Mountaineer's Route with an alpine start from Whitney Portal. Dad was confident he could handle it, but I wasn't so sure for either of us. The route is more sustained than anything I'd done before, and I had never gained more than 6000' in one day to reach a single peak; Dad had only climbed Mount Adams--his one mountaineering route and summit higher than 9000'.

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Red Tape
Rangers, Cunning Stunt and Icing on the Cake Red Tape Rangers, Cunning Stunt and Icing on the Cake  by kamil

‘No paper, no possible’ - unemotionally says the cyborg in bad English. I try to convince him that those few taking the effort to walk maybe deserve something more than the thousands riding Teleférico, but he repeats the same line, his face showing no trace of any feeling. I mumble something rude in English and Polish and turn round. Seconds later I regret my outburst. The bloke is just doing his job. The system is to blame, not him.

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Alpine Ice 101 Alpine Ice 101  by Ted Eliason

3 am alarm. Was I in a coma? After catching up on a little sleep (in bed at 9pm after 16 hours of climbing Dreamweaver on maybe 4 hours of sleep) I had had no dreams. I remember hitting my sleeping bag about as well as counting backwards from 10 after an anesthesiologist has inserted a sedative into my IV drip.

The usual problems. Too much of my gear is black. The inside of the tent is dark. Sorting it out in the early morning is more painful than it needs to be.

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Ridin' the
Storm Out: Memorial Day in Evolution Basin Ridin' the Storm Out: Memorial Day in Evolution Basin  by Princess Buttercup

My first ski tour was not starting well. Mashed potatoes under my boots, I sank crotch-deep into the slope traversing above the far side of Sabrina Lake. My heavy pack of almost sixty pounds pushed my shoulders into the slope. The tails of my skis, dangling from my pack due to the patchiness of the snow, touched the surface, forcing me to wriggle and writhe to move out of the hole, driving my left leg to the side and planting my poles flat to plank myself upwards. I wasn’t even 3 miles into the weekend and I was already flailing in the soft snow, driving up and around the ridge to the slabs leading to Blue Lake.

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The Queen
is at Stake for the King to Conquer The Queen is at Stake for the King to Conquer  by EastKing

Yes it was yet another tough half day at work. So what is the best way to deal with the situation, climb to peaks and enjoy the adventure. On this trip with me were fellow SPer Jimbopo and Gabe. It was a nice rare warm morning in Seattle so we all knew we had to capitalize on this day because temperatures have been well below average this year. I decided to go to a place I consider to be most reliable The Crystal Mountain Ski Area. There I knew I could get a good quality adventure, have killer views, glissade great runs and be heading home well before dark.

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Near Miss: Hypoxia and
Weather on Shastina Near Miss: Hypoxia and Weather on Shastina  by Trawinski

One of our party, Nate, had decided to go "ultra-light" during the entire trip, consuming nothing but water and Clif bars. He had pulled this off successfully on shorter trips at lower elevation, but had never been on Mt. Shasta. We suggested he bring more food and water for our climb up Shastina, but he assured us he knew what he was doing. "I know my body" was Nate's common refrain. Within an hour he bonked. He'd already burned through all his water and turned around when it was still dark. Since camp was still in sight and the terrain was relatively mellow, we let him descend alone, putting in a call on the radio to make sure he got back okay, which he did.

We continued up the gulch until about 10,400 feet, at which point Todd, our most experienced and level-headed member made an odd suggestion: "Why don't we go do Shasta instead?" Paul and I exchanged a glance. "What are you talking about?" I responded. "Shastina is the plan. Let's stick with the plan. We didn't start early enough for Shasta and the weather has been getting shitty every afternoon." Todd argued his point for several minutes before finally giving in. At the time, it didn't seem weird, but in retrospect, for Todd (of all people) to suggest this was way out of character. Todd planned even the simplest routes months in advance, with waypoints marked and downloaded into his GPS. To change our plan and go for Shasta at this point was strange.

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A Solo Tour of the Northern
La Sals A Solo Tour of the Northern La Sals  by mjp20k

I had been planning a trip to the La Sal Mountains of southeastern Utah since the beginning of 2011. When the $250 round-trip Richmond-Denver airfare special appeared on the Internet in early January, I pounced on the opportunity and bought tickets for the second week in May.

I had seen the La Sals from a distance in April/May 2010 when visiting Arches and Canyonlands national parks, and I had gotten a closer view when briefly passing through Moab. The snow-covered range was virtually unknown to me, and it quickly captured my interest. I had been (and continue to be) drawn to less-traveled peaks and ranges, so these mountains became my next serious mountaineering objective.

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