Date Climbed: May 23, 2018
Climbing Party: Mike Everist, Robert Gowder, Aaron Dover
R/T Mileage: 22 miles
Elevation Gain: 6,131'
I just
recently completed a hike of Mt. Whitney and I wanted to share my experience.
With my
40th birthday on the horizon, something adventurous was in
order. Should it be an adventure race or
a trip? Races aren’t really my thing and
trips usually just equate to sightseeing and eating in a different city. I really enjoy hiking and adventure and
thought what about Rainier?? I could get
into that. I began doing research on the
routes and quickly realized I would want a guide. Many people do that trip
unguided, but since my experience with glacial travel is non-existent Rainier
would ultimately be out of the question. I was disappointed to learn that the three
guiding companies that guide up that mountain were all sold out by January.
Bummer.
Enter
Mt. Whitney. Standing at 14,505’, it is
the highest peak in the contiguous United States. It sits nestled in the Sierra Nevada in
southern California. It’s a 22-mile
round trip adventure, and certainly would provide what I was looking for.
Mt.
Whitney is regulated by a permitting system.
To climb it, we’d need to win the permit lottery. In February, I entered
14 dates in August that were preferable and a random Tuesday in May. Guess which one came through? Yeah, the May date! Just to give you an idea, in 2017 there were
15,397 permit applications and only 5,395 permits were awarded. I was feeling very grateful to have received
one. I was going and couldn’t be happier
to have this to look forward to and plan for over the next three months. The May date provided a bit of intrigue as
conditions could go either way – we could have hot temps, snowstorms or both! For our group a few late May storms (including
while we were there) ensured we’d have a snowy adventure.
The
climbing party was originally slated to be (4) people, but we had a tough time
filling the fourth slot. One friend
busted his knee hiking and he was out and many others couldn’t commit the
mid-week time due to work constraints.
So, it ended up being three of us - my teammates Robert and Mike and I.
Planning
the logistics was kind of fun. Not
really a role I’ve relished in the past, but one that gave me a good perspective
of all the instruments in the orchestra.
Whitney is well situated…and to access it you can fly into Vegas, Fresno
or Los Angeles. Robert and I flew into
Las Vegas and made the drive out through Death Valley. Mike was having work done to his Sportsmobile
in Fresno, so his plan was to drive out to meet us the Monday before the hike.
Since
February, I had immersed myself in online reading about the town, the mountain
and the route. I kept a watchful eye on
the webcam trained on the mountain. What
would conditions in May be like? Then,
one day (May 20) I woke up in that world. Things I read about and pictures I had
studied had taken form. I felt like
being in a still photograph that suddenly come to life – or like being the yellow
guy from Google Maps and someone just picked me up and plopped me onto that
road map.
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Alabama Hills - Whitney getting nuked in the background |
Weather
in the preceding weeks had been great. I
knew this because Mt. Whitney has a camera trained on it which is accessible
online. Every day, twice or three times
per day I would check it out and see what the weather was doing on the mountain. I was starting to wonder if the webcam ever
updated or if it really was blue skies all the time? When we arrived, we brought the crappy
weather with us. At Whitney Portal where
base camp was situated, it was rain and snow.
Robert kept saying “I’ll be damned if this weather sticks around more
than two days.” We wanted to get in some
acclimation hiking, but risking getting our gear soaked wasn’t worth it. We opted for some lower elevation hiking in
the Alabama Hills, or “Little Hollywood” as it is known locally for the number
of movies that use this locale to film.
The Route
We were
waffling on which route to take up this mountain. Essentially, there are two choices: 1) the
Mt. Whitney Trail or 2) the Mountaineers Route.
Both can be seen in the map below.
The standard route would remain class 1 or 2 the entire way to the
summit whereas the Mountaineers Route is a spicier alternative. In the end, given the conditions we opted for
the Mt. Whitney Trail.
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Our route in yellow (except for the yellow beyond the ridge) |
We had initially planned on hiking to Trail
Camp to set up shop for the night and after talking with the folks at Big Willi
Mountaineering (and Café) we were convinced to change plans and camp at Outpost
Camp. This decision was YUGE! Camping lower meant lighter packs for a large
part of the hike and it also meant we’d sleep better. On the flip side, it also meant a longer push
to the summit.
So, we
got to Outpost Camp got ourselves situated and went to bed at 6PM, mostly to
get out of the rain and to get rest for our early 4 AM start the next day. By the time we rolled out of our tents, it
was pitch dark and we could see stars!
The clouds had cleared, and our spirits had lifted. There was no wind, and no way to describe the
immense beauty of the sun beginning to light up the alpine zone and the cliffs above
us on the Whitney Ridge.
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Sunrise - here we go! |
We trudged
joyously to Trail Camp, singing the whole way “glad we didn’t haul our houses
all the way up here!”. It was true. The lighter packs, clearer weather made us
look like geniuses, but we owe a big thanks to Big Willi Mountaineering for the
beta here.
When we
got to Trail Camp we were sweating our asses off. The sun not only came out, it came out with
force. We were shedding layers and
sizing up the next challenge. Since the
99 Switchback section of the trail was still under a lot of snow. It was being bypassed that we boot pack a
section called The Chute. It was a grind
climbing the 1200’ chute, but extremely rewarding once we got to the top of
it. Our views to the west were
unobstructed and most of the elevation gain was now behind us. The sign at the top said: “Mt. Whitney: 1.9
Miles”. It felt like the longest 1.9
miles I had ever done - by far the most visually stunning.
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Robert and Mike on top of the Chute - a fun glissade down! |
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Travelling along the summit ridge of Mt. Whitney |
It was
here that we could look off to the west and toward the Pacific Ocean. The route was comprised of a narrow path with
some precipitous drops. We donned our
spikes and axes and moved forward, slowly.
Along the way we met several people coming back saying the route had way
too much snow on it and they decided to turn back. I’ll admit that hearing this made my heart
sink, but we didn’t come all this way to be turned around by some post holing
issues. Amazingly, in the end there were
no post holing issues, the route was manageable the entire way to the
summit. We moved slowly, but we moved,
and we made it to the summit of the lower 48.
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About 1 mile to the summit of Mt. Whitney |
In this
era, with so much beta at our fingertips planning a trip can seem like a black
hole of information. You can spend hours
or days reading trip reports from other hikers or watching their experiences
first hand on YouTube and literally be provided with up to the minute
conditions for any adventure imaginable.
Why would we not want to plan to the very last detail and make sure that
everything is just right? We have that
ability now. Furthermore, we hear stories
of people getting into danger because of this or that. It’s easy to find reasons to balk at making a
go at it, whatever “it” is - unless everything is perfect. Sometimes though, you just need to get out
there and see the world with your own eyes. Make a decision based on your observations and how you feel and how the team feels. From there you can decide if you want to press on.