ksolem wrote:I am always interested to hear other folks tales of wild times in high places.
Okay here's one...
My first summer on the Eastside I climbed Mt Humphreys from the west, solo. On the way down I made a bad choice and ended on a ledge overhanging the north face. After quite an internal debate I decided to traverse back to the correct line rather than going back up, several minutes of sheer terror followed.
Once reaching the notch where the difficulties ease up I felt a wave of relief come over me so I started bombing down the class 2-3 gully back down to Humphreys Basin. About halfway down a large chunk of talus rolled with me on it and the next thing I knew I was doing a swan dive into the rocks below. Landing on my hands first I tried to absorb as much impact as possible but banged hard on my head before rolling over the top.
On the next revolution my legs got jammed in the talus boulders and stopped me from doing another hand spring down the hill. I landed hard on my back (glad to be wearing a pack!) and took several minutes checking for injuries before trying to right myself. Blood gushed from my hands and shins, and a nice goose egg popped from my forehead but other than that I was fine.
I tip-toed my way down from there. When I got back to camp I decided to spend another night instead of hiking out. Didn't want to wimp out and run for home. It was a great night in the backcountry for me.
That was the last time I let guard down when going solo.