Howdy All
Karin and I discussed doing the "full monty" earlier in the week. We wanted to be at around 5 K at sunrise, which explains the early starting time. I have to give credit to Kathryn for not only doing a repeat Skyline one week later, but getting up at the crap of dawn to start with us.
It felt warm and humid to me. Karin and Kathryn can verify that I didn't say much for the first two hours, which could have been a combination of the early start and warmer temperature. From 4300 K on, everything started to click and I felt good.
We were passed by a fast, nice guy from the Outdoors Club at 7 K while we took a rest break so Karin could stretch and take in some extra electrolytes to manage leg cramps. From 7.5 on up, we ran into three rangers who were checking on the status of the Outdoor club hikers.
We hung out briefly in Long Valley and greeted both Stan and Mark. It was too early for the tram bar to sing its siren call, so we meandered past the tram and headed up the Sid Davis route towards San J. Due to the warm weather and Karin's cramps, we were constantly assessing our status and desire to summit. Fortunately, one of us would feel pretty good when the other didn't.
We took the Ranger trail up to join the main trail. It is badly overgrown and I added a few new scratches to my legs. Once we exited the brush and got into the pine trees, we encountered patches of snow. At the junction of both trails, we took a short break before heading up towards the Miller switchback. From that point on, there was no snow on the trail until we reached the final rock scramble to the peak.
I took my usual approach to the peak from the east. I would alternate punching through and being able to walk on the snow. Near the top, I punched through and badly scraped my right calf, probably on a buried rock. I was very happy to hit the final section of rocks, which were almost completely covered by hikers, including a scout group.
To my pleasant surprise, Steve Gossett was sitting near the sign. He accompanied me down from San J on my first C2C. I ran into him at the hut on my second C2C last fall, and now here he was again for my third. Talk about synchronicity. He had hiked up from Devil's Slide with his friend Steve and another fellow. Scott Scott summited with a group he'd led up Skyline, which added to the positive energy on top. I received a lot of (embarrassing) attention due to the bleeding, though the teasing was all good natured (e.g. did I carry additional pints of O negative blood). Alas, we did have to return to civilization. Karin helped me get off the summit without further incident.
We opted to retrace our route back down the ranger trail -- mistake! Unfortunately, we lost the trail below the trees and wound up bushwhacking through chinauquin for about a half hour. I won't post any of my language -- let's just say it resembled my commentary the first time we lost the Tamarack Trail back in 2007. Fortunately, we wound up back on the right route when Karin saw a cairn and I recognized a familiar rock formation. It was wonderful to reach Tamarack valley and be done with that miserable (expletive) brush.
The hike up the cement was about as difficult as I recall. The draft Fat Tire was about as wonderful as any beer I've ever had. I can say with certainty this was my hardest and longest C2C. I must have looked fearsome due to the bleeding (blast those demonic cougars) and staggering gait (damn my numerous spinal fusions back and C2C) as several tram employees offered assistance. We celebrated with the ritual meal at Las Conseulas before heading home.
Miles of smiles,
Ellen