| Solo on Sundial Peak Trip Report |
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| Page Type: Trip Report Location: Utah, United States, North America Date Climbed/Hiked: Nov 30, 1999 Activities: Trad Climbing Season: Summer | Page By: fowweezer Created/Edited: Aug 19, 2006 / Sep 22, 2006 Object ID: 217047 Hits: 857 Loading... Page Score: 86.42% - 2 Votes Loading... Vote: Log in to vote |
The Fiasco of Waking UpTwo days ago, I intended to climb Sundial Peak's northwest face route. I set my alarm for 7:00 am and went to sleep around 5:00. I woke up 8 hours later at 1:00 pm and decided to scrap that idea for the day.
Now, my alarm goes off at 9 am for the second time, and I roll out of bed. I'm groggy, but my pack is already in the car and I've had four hours of sleep or so.
Two cups of coffee, mixed with shots of vanilla syrup for some unknown reason, get me out the door and I start the drive to the trailhead.
Any time you see the clock with these numbers and an "AM" afterward, it's a bad day. |
The approach is uneventful, and relatively short. With a 40 foot rope and little water, that pack OUGHT to feel light. |
Following my own lead, climbing each pitch twice quickly loses its novelty. Uhh, 40 foot ropes suck. |
Halfway up the face, and I drink the last of my water. Clouds begin to move in, and the wind buffets me until I find shelter in a corner with my pack covering me. The rain lasts only ten minutes, luckily. |
The summit mailbox is reached, and I eat the last of my food, a bit difficult without any water left. |
Damage Assessment. |
An empty water bottle is no replacement for good company. |
I tend to my wounds in Lake Blanche and prepare for some serious night-suffering. The mp3 player gets turned on to Tupac tunes. |
The forest is mysterious dark and deep. I have many promises to keep. And many miles to go before I sleep. Off-key singing of gangster rap continues in the Mill B South Drainage and I pray that no one is present to hear. |
Knee pain begins and life-hating continues without abatement. |
Hit the pavement running, with the music still blasting. I may look ridiculous but it's dark and I don't care. |
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