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Battle on Mt Rainier\'s DC Route

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Location: Washington, United States, North America

Object Title: Battle on Mt Rainier's DC Route

Date Climbed/Hiked: Jun 5, 2013

Activities: Mountaineering

Season: Spring

 

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Created/Edited: Jul 2, 2013 / Jul 3, 2013

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June 4th 2013 - Tuesday

Ugh…the 14 hours of hell. If you’ve ever driven 14 hours straight then I salute you. For you sir or madam, are a true champion.  Also, I truly feel that paying this price for
a mountain should tell you just how much we wanted to experience Rainier. Tyler, Jason, Bri (who was not climbing) and I (Anders) began our journey at about 2 AM, leaving Salt Lake City and heading straight for Paradise, WA for our permits.  I think the worst thing about this drive is the portion through Oregon where you can only go 55 or 65 and they make you feel all posh by not letting you fill your own gas tank. It made me long for the stretches in Utah of I-15 where they give you an 80 mph limit. The only redeeming thing about the Oregon stretch is the preponderance of Dairy Queens. My belly ached for a constant supply of cookie dough blizzard. The little voice inside me said, “Not yet…you only deserve a treat after you summit Rainier.”

Cast of characters:

Trilogy Buttress - Lord of the Slings
Tyler "Coach"

Jason Summits
Jason "Ace of Jace"

Unnamed Image
Bri "epithet needed"

Anders in the Secret Garden
Anders "Your author"



We arrived at the Nisqually park entrance at about 3 or 4 PM. I wasn’t thinking too clearly because we had received some very aesthetically pleasing views of Rainier. We were hoping we could get our permits right at the entrance. We rolled out of the car and went inside the information center. There was a precious model of Rainier, a topographical map type thing. I can only imagine all the kids with jam hands who have touched it, but I didn’t even care. I didn’t hesitate to trace the Disappointment Cleaver route with my finger, suppressing the impulse to wash my hand. Finally we walked over to the ranger sitting at his desk. He was a pleasant young man and our conversation went something like this ( it probably didn't happen):

     “So, we want to climb the mountain,” said Tyler, brimming with confidence.

I can only imagine what the ranger was thinking. Here we were…three guys and a girl all wearing flip flops and shorts and smelling of car funk. “What mountain?” He asked dubiously.

     “I’m sorry,” I said, being a real sicko. “I thought we were in Rainier National Park. Aren’t we in Rainier National Park?”

     “Oh,” he said, still perplexed that people in flip flops wanted to climb the mountain. “What kind of gear do you have?”
    
     “Oh, we’ve got our stuff in the car,” Tyler said, putting all joking aside. “We just need the permits.”

 

Mt Rainier
Mt Rainier - from the south. June 4th 2013

The ranger then instructed us to head to Paradise. From there it was a fun little drive up the mountain to the Jackson Visitor Center. Once there we filled out the form for our $44 (each) climbing passes and the nice lady ranger hooked us up with a group permit. I was named climbing leader of our small and yet sexually charismatic party (Bri’s words). I think I was picked mainly because I think Jason and Tyler didn’t want to fill out the form. I would later have to suppress giving commands like, “take a picture of me over here,” or “feed me a stray bird.” Anyway, it was probably the best form ever and we never talked about who was leader again. We wandered around for a bit and then made our way to Spanaway, WA to spend the night with Bri’s
aunt and uncle. Just a short digression…they were very nice people and their farm was really pretty. Their horses were pretty much flirting with me to take their pictures the whole time.




June 5th 2013 – Wednesday

Horses on the Farm
As you can see the horses were flirting all day, trying to get me to take photos of them.
We had kind of a late start getting up and ready. Bri’s aunt made us a great breakfast of eggs and
muffins and we set off. We arrived at the trailhead in Paradise at around 8:45 AM. Bri was nice enough to take some pictures of us and then she drove away. It’s like she didn’t even care. I think she just wanted to visit with her friends in Seattle. Anyway, there was nothing for it but to begin our journey! 

The Beginning
Tyler, Jason, and I begin our journey from Paradise.

We started hiking up the trail from the visitor center at 9:15 AM. There were a few clouds obscuring the summit, but there were no other clouds in sight. It was looking to be a very good day. Soon we were off on the snow plodding up the hill. We met a guide who gave us a few pointers. Jason had actually gotten off trail, but the guide pointed us in the right direction. We pulled out some false bravado and told him we were going for the summit and butchered Ed Viesturs motto that “getting to the top is optional.” Instead we said, “getting to the top is mandatory. Getting back down is optional.” Despite saying this many times no one thought it was funny. Okay, let’s have a “realtalk” moment. My climbing partners and I have actually turned back on plenty of
mountains. Weather, time, or snow conditions can really dictate if you will press on or not. The mountain will always be there…unless it explodes like St Helens…but even then I guess it’s still there. So, we just enjoy the experience for what it is and live to come back another day. We were actually humbled by the magnitude of the mountain and were trying to keep our spirits light and our motivation high. Okay, real talk moment over.

Jason Leads us astray
Jason leads us astray...which seems odd because the whole route is wanded.

Slope Leading to Panoramic Point
I think you actually have to summit Rainier to gain permission to slide down the this slope.



We passed a few day hikers who were struggling up the steep slope beneath Panoramic Point. Now this was more like it! I l appreciated the steepness of the hill but the sun was coming out in full force, making me
sweat. I was wearing a sleeveless Marmot trail running shit and my Arcteryx Rampart rock climbing pants. Despite the thinness of my clothing my body refused to stay cool. It was as if we had brought the Utah sun with us and
unleashed the fires of hell. Seeing as how I had been a good boy all day this hellfire didn’t make much sense to me. Throughout the course of the day it would only get worse.

Panormaic Point
We took a short break near Panoramic Point...it was probably the second best break ever. Anyway, this is the view. I'm pretty sure that's Mt Adams in the background. Jason didn't even care.
Tyler Rests at Panoramic Point - Rainier
Tyler takes a breather as he waits for Jason and I to catch up.



It was about 10:20 AM by the time we made it to Panoramic Point. There was a nice jumble of rocks to sit on, but I was too busy snapping shots of the surrounding mountains to be bothered. It was about this time that I really wished I was wearing shorts or maybe a loin cloth. I think future trends will be the gaiter loin cloth combo. It’s totally going to be a thing. Anyway, after a short reprieve we were off again. 

We passed a few more people and realized that the snowfield seemed to go on forever. There were a few AT skiers slogging up and they passed us. I’m pretty sure I mumbled curses at them as they passed us. It wasn’t because they were going faster; please don’t get the wrong idea. I was jealous of their skis and wanted some of my own. 

The snow was quickly becoming a mess. I’m grateful for the many people who had broken trail before us, because it made the going so much easier. Anytime we got off the beaten path we would post hole like…old man Winters digging holes for posts back on his farm. If you want to know more about Old Man Winters…just think of the guy who would yell and get belligerent if a Frisbee landed on his yard. Our team became increasingly more spread out; Tyler in front, me in the middle, and Jason bringing up the rear guard. It is a well-known fact that I do not do well in heat. It’s pretty much my kryptonite. I sweat too much and it just so happened that I hadn’t brought enough water. I had one liter of water and a liter and a half of Poweraid. There was no way I was breaking into my full liter of Poweraid, as that was to be used for the summit day. This meant that I became increasingly belligerent the hotter it became. I began to throw snowballs at complete strangers, but in retrospect I’m pretty sure it was just Tyler. I began to just put snow in my mouth and let the volcano that was my insides melt it. It worked somewhat but eventually I noticed that Tyler had stopped to rest on some rocks. I was glad for the rest and I couldn’t see Jason behind us, so it was probably for the best. I’m not sure exactly where we were below Camp Muir but we put it at about 1500 feet maybe. I downed a few breakfast bars and 300 calories later I was feeling pretty good.  We took quite the long break and I took the opportunity to take some more pictures. 


About 1000 vertical feet below Camp Muir
Jason thought we were making our way up a volcano...not that it was in his shirt!

The Never Ending Snowfield
So...we decided that the Muir Snowfield should be given the very appropriate epithet...Never Ending Snowfield.


Tyler at Second Break
Tyler ponders the meaning of life as we indulge in our second break for the day. We were about 1000 or 1500 vertical feet below Camp Muir.



Clouds Below Camp Muir
The cloud turned our day into a white out. It actually made the sun more bearable...but it was now humid within mr cloud. If you look close you can see Tyler in front of Jason.





About 30 minutes after our break spot we were hit by a cloud that whited out our long rang vision. I literally couldn’t see more than a hundred feet or so in any direction. I loved it. Along with my increased caloric intake, the lack of direct sun made me feel even better. I’m pretty sure I should only climb at night or in white outs now. At first I was saddened that my cloud friend left, but as it departed I was graced with the sight of
Camp Muir only a few hundred feet before me.

Clouds Part Over Camp Muir
Mr Cloud decided to be nice and part just as I neared Camp Muir.





It was 2:00 PM when I waddled into Camp Muir. So it took us about 5 hours to make it up 4500 vertical feet. Considering the hot nature of the day I was fine with this result. Tyler was sitting on a rock in the sun whistling the song of his people (he is a ginger). We chit chatted with one of the guides as we waited for Jason to arrive. He was a nice guy and gave us some good information about our summit day. He seemed pleased that we were pushing to Ingraham Flats and let us know that would make our day easier. He also told us to try to be off the Disappointment Cleaver by around 9 AM because the shallow snow there had been turning to mush in the heat. I ate some more Sunbelt raspberry filled breakfast bars as we listened to the guide. I contemplated eating the banana in my pocket, but I decided not to just yet. Jason arrived about 20 minutes after I did and we had a good time laughing and reminiscing over our journey. We put on our crampons and harnesses and were off again about 3 PM onto the Cowlitz Glacier. 


Out of the Clouds - Rainier
Jason makes his way out of the clouds and into Camp Muir.

Anders at Camp Muir
It was so nice sitting on the bench. It rejuvenated me for the push up to Ingraham Flats.

Guides at Camp Muir
Some guides at Camp Muir. They loved our idle banter so much that they pretended not to listen intently to every minute of it.

Jason Arrives at Camp Muir
Jason rejoins us at Camp Muir.

Tyler at Camp Muir
Tyler gets ready for glacier travel.

Cowlitz Glacier
Our first glacier to cross...Cowlitz. Look close...you can see 4 teams of 4!



We gave Jason the sharp end of the rope to set our pace and I was given rear guard duties as I have more mass than Tyler or Jason. We figured I would be a good anchor if Jason fell through a snow bridge. The sun was really slapping us about now. Despite reapplying sunblock several times I could feel the sunburns coming.


Cowlitz Glacier - Rainier
Looking back at Camp Muir.


Taking it Easy on the Cowlitz Glacier
Jason wanted more sun, so we stopped to throw snow balls.
Crossing the Cowlitz Glacier we passed about four parties coming back from successful summit bids, which is always nice to hear. We had heard that only about a week before there had been a lot of snow dumped on the mountain which had deterred several climbers. This news invigorated us and put some spring in our steps. We shot up Cathedral Gap (passed some rocks that had fallen in the snow) and received our first sight of the Ingraham Glacier and Little Tahoma. I must say that this “little” mountain on the side of Rainier looks rather imposing. It was here that the crevasses were much more prevalent. We could see how massive the ice was and how beautiful as well. And wouldn’t you know I had my camera out!



We crested a small hill and we could see where our camp would be on Ingraham Flats. We could also see the trail through Disappointment Cleaver. I must admit that it looked intimidating, as the trail just seemed to traverse a slope where if you fell it would be a short trip into a crevasse. I just told myself that it must not be as scary up close and it’s still only class II. I might have also told myself that there was a cookie dough blizzard waiting on the other side. I might lie to myself like this all the time. 



Ingraham Glacier
Crevasse on the Ingraham Glacier

Little Tahoma
Little Tahoma - Vicious looking mountain.






Ingraham Flats
First sight of Ingraham Flats - our high camp. If you look up and to the right from camp you can see the Disappointment Cleaver Route.
We arrived at Ingraham Flats at a little before 4 PM. So it took us a little less than an hour to make it to our high camp from Camp Muir. We scoped out some places where we could place our tents and asked some gentlemen where we could go so as not to disturb the guides. They just told us where the guides had probed and just about anywhere would be okay. They even
let us use their shovel to dig ourselves out a nice platform for our tents. Thanks guys, you were a big help! Now…please don’t judge us too harshly here, but we each brought our own sleeping establishments. I have a terrible time sleeping next to people so I brought my own Nemo “2” man tent. Jason brought a MSR Hubba Hubba (I think – I can never keep track if it’s the HH or Mutha Hubba) 2 man tent and Tyler brought his bivy tent.



Ingraham Flats - High Camp
Our sleeping arrangements.





By 5 PM we were all snug in our tents. I had changed into clean clothes and was covering up my sunburns. For dinner I used my Jetboil stove to boil water for my Mountain House spaghetti with meat sauce meal. It’s probably my favorite right now and it was just what I needed to send me into a food coma. I also made some Swiss Miss hot chocolate (sorry for all the product placement). I also made sure that I would have enough water for summit day. I would have 2 liters of water and a liter of Poweraid. Our talk and laughter died down and by 7 PM we were trying to get a few hours of sleep.




Jason at ingraham Flats - Rainier
Jason checks his phone for service...which he had! If you look past him you can see the route to the spine of the cleaver.



Bottom of Disappointment Cleaver
Another shot of the route as it passes onto the cleaver. Top left you can make out the trail through the snow.


June 6th
2013 - Thursday

I was having a wonderful dream. I had just won the Quidditch world cup and Hermione…uh…then I started hearing my name being called. A burst of adrenaline must have shot through my heart because I was up in a start.


 “The guides are already up and are waking everyone up,” Jason mumbled into the cool night air.

  “What time is it?” I heard myself ask.


 “About twelve thirty,” Jason answered.

  “I wonder how cold it is…”

 

   “If you want a Ginger’s guess…I’d say it’s 38. Want to know how I know that? Sleeping outside every other week.” (Tyler is a guide for a company that takes troubled youth and adults on wilderness retreats all over Utah). It would later turn out that Tyler was spot on with his temperature gauge.


I thought it was a very pleasant temperature in my tent, but it wasn’t cold at all outside either. I then pulled out my trusty headlamp and found that it had been on all night. Sweet…Ithought. It was still shining so I thought it would be okay.

Jason fired up my stove to boil some water for his breakfast of chicken and rice. The Propane/Butane mix was cold and so the stove took its sweet time boiling the water. Apparently one should sleep with the propane in their bag to keep it warm for best results. I contemplated making some brown sugar oatmeal but the thought of it made me want to never eat oatmeal again. I put down more raspberry breakfast bars and called it good. Jason asked if anyone wanted some of his meal and I happily obliged myself. I was all ready to climb so I just stood around shoveling the food into my face.


Soon we were all roped up and ready to go. I had my audiobook playing in my earphone (I leave one out so I can hear my partners or nature. It’s the best of both worlds). We were the last to leave camp at about 1 AM. We could see the stream of headlamps before us, and we followed the beaten path. The snow was perfect. Our crampons eagerly bit into the icy crust and held up our weight nicely. It was a large contrast to the postholing we did during the daytime.


We quickly caught up to the line of climbers before us and soon we were heading onto the cleaver. Suddenly the line stopped and the guides began to shout about the snow conditions. They told everyone to clip into the fixed line. The words “anchor!” and then “clipped!” began to be shouted into the cool night air. I had time to look about. We had the steep slope of the cleaver to our left and to our right the steep drop into darkness. Soon it was our turn to clip in and we were off following the lights up the steep cleaver. I was a little surprised at how steep it was, especially in the darkness. It also didn’t feel like we were going that fast and I kept wondering when the climbers from Camp Muir would catch up. I was grateful when we finished the traverse onto the cleaver and began going up. It felt like an eternity going up the fixed ropes.

Finally we made it to the upper cleaver and we said goodbye to the fixed ropes. It was about this time that I could see the line of lights from Camp Muir. It looked ike they were kind of close, and I wondered if indeed they would catch us. We just continued to plod on and upward. It was a great night. There was just a little bit of wind to keep us from overheating. I was so warm all I had on was a base layer and a softshell jacket. Even my gloves were my thin hiking gloves. Remarkably, the line of lights below never approached too closely. 



It was around 2:30 AM when we reached the top of thecleaver. The guides had their climbers sit down and put on their down jackets.
They were very positive and motivating, telling them that they had just done the hardest part, but that if anyone wanted to turn around they should do so
there. What? I thought. You just did the hardest part! The mountain
is right there!
But lo and behold, some of the climbers wanted to turn
back. We noticed the nice climbing duo (who had lent their shovel to us the day
before) headed out. After eating some more bars I was chomping at the bit to go.

Jason - Top of Disappointment Cleaver
Sorry about the terrible quality of this shot...but it's the best one of the top of the cleaver...early in the morning.



The wind decided to pick up a bit more at the cleaver top, but it was by no means
fierce or strong. It didn’t have the bite of winter but felt more like the
caress of spring. We started up again just before the guides prodded their
clients to move. Jason set a nice even pace for us. The next section was pretty
steep too, but I think after the cleaver we weren’t about to let anything phase
us. I felt very comfortable with it. The snow was perfect and the night was
beautiful. The constant pounding of our spikes in snow was rhythmic and even
cathartic. I lost myself in the working of my muscles. The night kept my body
cool and my limbs were poised in case either of my partners slipped or fell.
Our feet were sure and any such heroics were not needed. 

Getting Brighter on the DC -- Rainier
As you can see we had perfect conditions! This part was a little scary, so we crawled across the ladder.




The higher we plodded up the lighter it became. The sun was
still a ways from cresting, but I switched off my headlamp. It had become
apparent that it was shining much more dimly than everyone else's. I had extra
batteries, but I figured it gave enough light. We started to see the topography
of the mountain. Crevasses were everywhere. Giant blocks of ice seemed fixed in
place like the scales of some mythical beast frozen in place.




High on the DC route
The air was thin, but we were making good progress. Almost sunrise.



We caught up to the duo at the crossing of a crevasse. A
ladder had been set up to bridge the gap. We set up an anchor and belay for
Jason to cross, and he crawled to the other side. Once there he anchored
himself and set a belay for Tyler. I came across last and took a few pictures.
It was now light enough to do so! We continued our methodical pace ever upward
and eventually we overtook the duo. They had stopped for a quick break.



Sunrise on Rainier
Sunrise on Rainier









The sun crested the horizon and it was such a splendid
sight. It is moments like those that make me return over and over again into
the mountains. The mix of red on white coupled with the perspective of being up
so high made me almost giddy. I made my companions stop so I could try to
capture the sight with my camera.



Tyler - Sunrise on Rainier
Tyler checks things out as the sun comes up. We took a break right below the crater rim.




A little below the crater rim we took a break at Tyler’s
request. Our now climbing friend duo overtook us as we rested. I ingested more
electrolytes and calories and soon we were off again. It was only a few minutes
before we were standing on top of the crater rim. Columbia Crest was only a
short distance away. I could see vents in the volcano, sending up plumes of
steam…reminding me that the mountain was somewhat alive, but just sleeping.





It was this point that we knew we were going to summit. The
giddiness that threatened to overtake me at seeing the sunrise overtook me. I
laughed and couldn’t stop smiling. It was a perfect day. We crossed the crater
and made our way up the dirt and rock past more heat vents. Our crampons
eventually bit into the firm snow of the summit. Our friends the climbing duo
arrived a short time before us and we shared the summit with them. I looked at
my watch and it was just after 6 AM. We spent a few minutes on top snapping
some pictures and having a bit of fun.






Rainier Crater
Rainier Crater with Columbia Crest just in front of us.

Rainier Vents and Sun
You can see the vapor come up from the sleeping giant.

Almost to Columbia Crest - Rainier
Only a few more feet to go!

Rainier Summit - Jason
Jason on Rainier's summit.

Group Shot - Rainier Summit
Group Shot!

Rainier Summit - Anders
I was so happy to be on the summit. I couldn't stop smiling or laughing.


Tyler - Summit Heal Kick
Tyler showing his vert.


Sorry, boys...but we're only halfway!

There was actually a crest near us that looked like it might be higher, so we decided
to head over to it. It certainly wasn’t higher, but it wasn’t a big deal. We
continued along the crater rim to where we had first set foot upon it just in
time for the guided group to make it to the rim. We were greeted with calls of
congratulations which we returned in earnest. It was a great feeling sharing
that place with others who had trekked to the top. It also turned out that one
of the guys in the climbing duo had a girlfriend being guided up. He went up to
the top with her and proposed! I’m not normally a sentimental guy but that was
pretty neat.



Also, I want to throw out a shout to the guides and climbers
who came before us who set all the fixed ropes and broke all the trail. Our
summit trip was made infinitely easier and enjoyable because of it.



Anyway, we knew that our journey was only half-way over. Our
joke of making it to the top being mandatory was staring at us in the face. We
wanted to make it down before the sun turned the snow to mush. We would have
loved to stay on top longer, but we knew it was time to go. And I’ll tell you
what…it certainly didn’t take long for the snow to begin to soften up.




Heading down the DC - Rainier
Heading down from the crater.
Crevasse on the DC route - Rainier
Crevasse on the way down. They were all over the place. Please rope up.


Soon we were back at the ladder crossing the crevasse. The duo had joked about us
crawling across it so this time we walked across. I thought it was a unique
experience so I took a shot looking straight down at my feet. We all made it
safely across and headed down the steep slopes. We were above the top of
Disappointment Cleaver at another snow bridge. The snow was turning soft, and
my leg actually punched through the bridge. I was practically already on my
belly, trying to distribute my weight across the surface. I felt safe with my
guys there to anchor me though and I wormed across. It was only a few feet
wide, but scary nonetheless. I took a shot into the crevasse for good measure.


Crevasse Ladder Cross - Jason
Jason crosses the ladder over the crevasse...this time on his feet.

Crevasse Crossing - Rainier
Tyler follows Jason over the crevasse.

Crevasse Cross - Rainier
Here I go...


Looking at my Feet - Rainier Crevasse
Looking into the open mouth...


I think we all had a little bit of anxiety about descending the cleaver but in
the day it wasn’t too bad. We just took it slow and steady. It was here that I
shed my jacket and had my pant vents open to their fullest. The sun was
deciding to be mean, seeing as we were able to summit the mountain. The snow
was getting slushy as we clipped into the fixed ropes. Tyler mentioned he
thought he could ski down the side of the cleaver, and I decided I’m not ready
for that yet. Anyway, we kept making our way down the fixed ropes and across
the traverse at the bottom. 

DC - Rainier
Going down the upper cleaver. It was scarier at night.
The Fixed Ropes - DC Rainier
We made it back to the fixed ropes. The snow was turning to mush.















Traverse Back to Ingraham Flats - Rainier
I was sweating so badly by the time we were on the traverse.




It was 9 AM that we returned to camp. It was so hot that I hid in my tent. If it
wasn’t for the knowledge that I would have the worst sunburn ever I’m pretty
sure I would have descended the rest of the way in nothing but my harness. I
was in my tent eating and drinking fluids when some of the guides made it back.
They told their climbers not to lie down (and follow my bad example). I was not
tired physically though and I repeat…I only wanted out of the sun. 


Finch at Camp Muir
I took this shot of a Finch at Camp Muir. It was probably the best finch ever.




We packed up our camp and I found that banana from the day before. For those of you who have needed closure this whole time, I finally ate it. After my time in my tent I was rejuvenated and could once again battle the sun. It was only a short jaunt back to Camp Muir and we spent the time laughing and talking about our journey. Once in Camp Muir we were asked about our trip and we gladly recounted our journey. We removed our crampons and harnesses and headed down the Muir Snowfield. OH! How I longed for skis. We could have made it back to the trailhead in about 10 minutes with skis. As it was it took a few hours…mostly sliding on our feet and glissading every chance we got. I could feel how bad I was burned, despite all my efforts to avoid it with copious amounts of sunblock. We arrived at the visitor center at about 12:30 PM. Only 6.5 hours earlier we had been standing on the summit and the huge mountain in front of us. I kept staring up at it. And all I wanted at this point was a cookie dough blizzard and a nice shower. Both were to be attained later that day, but that is a different story!




We made it back - Rainier
Here we are...exactly back where we started!



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Mt Rainier

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abrennalinerushA likely tale.

abrennalinerush

Voted 10/10

This is a work of fiction. All of these photos are photoshopped. All of them. It's just not real life. You can pretend like those are "crevasses" and "trails" but I know they're really just poorly executed efforts at cutting and pasting. Maybe take a graphic design class or something.

http://bit.ly/12bYV7G

Also, it would have been really funny if that dude's soon-to-be-fiance was one of the people to punk out after the cleaver. And by funny, I mean tragic. A real life dramedy if you will.

10/10, A+, would read again, etc.
Posted Jul 2, 2013 9:15 pm

PrinceOfNorwayRe: A likely tale.

PrinceOfNorway

Hasn't voted

I'm glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for the star. I was contemplating putting in a picture of Chicken in a Biscuit but you would have said that was photoshopped as well. In other news...I just pulled out one of my chest/neck hairs and it turned to golden thread. I think I can expect a visit from Rumpelstiltskin tonight...sigh...
Posted Jul 3, 2013 10:41 am

utahguy058What's the big deal?

utahguy058

Voted 10/10

You walked on a ladder and snow. What's so impressive about that? I climbed up a ladder on my roof and pushed snow off of it. I added one more element by shoveling snow. Call me when you do something impressive.
Posted Jul 3, 2013 12:06 pm

PrinceOfNorwayRe: What's the big deal?

PrinceOfNorway

Hasn't voted

There was a shovel! At Ingraham Flats...it's how we made level spots for our tents! Sigh...if only I could find people to do Granite Peak. Now that would impress people I think.
Posted Jul 3, 2013 12:23 pm

utahguy058Re: What's the big deal?

utahguy058

Voted 10/10

I'll do granite peak in exchange for backpacking in the ruby mountains this weekend.
Posted Jul 3, 2013 12:32 pm

PrinceOfNorwayRe: What's the big deal?

PrinceOfNorway

Hasn't voted

It has to be this year. Then it will definitely be a thing.
Posted Jul 3, 2013 1:26 pm

jdenyessnowball fun !

Voted 9/10

Extremely entertaining! In my head typically a refrain of 'left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Don't puke, keep breathing' is running. I think that I am going to try pelting my boyfriend with snowballs instead... may spice things up :-D he is usually behind me though... will take skill.

Really great report, thanks for sharing .-)
Posted Jul 10, 2013 10:33 am

PrinceOfNorwayRe: snowball fun !

PrinceOfNorway

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You might want to try to "speed" things up with snowballs. Maybe toss a few his way to make him go faster. If he gets upset about it...calmly explain that snowballs make great short-term pets and that he looked lonely so far behind.

Anyway, I'm happy you were entertained! Thank you for reading!
Posted Jul 11, 2013 10:46 am

Sierra Ledge RatCongrats!

Sierra Ledge Rat

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Yeah, the DC route is heavily wanded. That's great for those traversing from another route and descending the DC. Watch out for those big crevasses near the summit!
Posted Jul 16, 2013 2:33 am

PrinceOfNorwayRe: Congrats!

PrinceOfNorway

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I'll bet. I was grateful for them the whole way up. I think our detour actually saved us some time though...my memories might be hazy on that, but the way back seemed longer on that portion.
Posted Jul 17, 2013 10:50 am

Proterra14 hours from Salt Lake to Paradise!?

Proterra

Voted 10/10

You're taking grannydriving to a whole new level... :-P

I've made it to Seattle once from Detroit Lakes, MN in 17 hours.

And I regularly (at least once every two months) drive to Amsterdam (about 850 miles) - this never takes more than 8 or 9 hours, occasionally 10 if there's heavy traffic or road construction around Berlin or Hannover...

My record however was from Rostock, Germany to Kraków, Poland - 920 kilometres (about 550 miles) - in 4 hours and 20 minutes - including two breaks for filling up the tank. This happened in a nice little German rental car given for my use by my insurance after a break down.

But overall a very entertaining read... Only need to make a note to myself to never go on a 1000 mile road trip with you as it'll take forever :-P LOL
Posted Jul 16, 2013 9:13 am

PrinceOfNorwayRe: 14 hours from Salt Lake to Paradise!?

PrinceOfNorway

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Whoa whoa whoa...everyone just calm down for a minute. In my defense, google maps says it should take a little less than 13 hours. Also, I didn't put in our frequent stops because of the girl with the small bladder. I had a real moment of silent and meaningful pondering as I considered if I should bore everyone with the frequency of our stops to cater to her needs. I hope she never reads this comment and sees that I am throwing her under the bus, but whatever, I don't even care.

Also, I might be jealous of your many travels. At any rate, I think I have a solution to your doubt in my driving abilities. You can just drive and I'll just lay about trying to pass the time making awkward comments about the scenery. Thank you so much for reading, I'm happy you enjoyed it!
Posted Jul 17, 2013 11:07 am

ProterraRe: 14 hours from Salt Lake to Paradise!?

Proterra

Voted 10/10

10/10 for the comment...

If you ever come to Europe I'll give you free driving lessons :-D
Posted Jul 17, 2013 1:39 pm

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