Howdy All,
On the Whitney board, I titled this trip report "An exELLENt adventure and lessons learned." I could also call it "the view from the back of the pack."
Last weekend, I went on a backpacking trip up the Mountaineers Route on Mt. Whitney. We hiked from the Portal to 11.5 K on Fri. Most of the group summited on Saturday. About half the group hiked out on Sat and the rest of us came out on Sun.
I carpooled up with King Arthur (Hypoxic Zombie). I've only dayhiked the MR once with Laura in the summer. Going up the E ledges with a full pack was challenging -- thanks to Nick and others for providing helpful gluteal assists along the way. The fitness level of the group was phenomonal. I put my head down and slow-twitched my way up from LBSL at the rear. Before long we were setting up camp.
I was excited to test out my brand new Black Diamond First Light tent. She just happens to be the color of lemon-lime Gatorade, my favorite sports drink. Alas, as I was cutting cord for the stakes, the wind blew my virgin tent into my Swiss army knife. Woe is me -- injured on her maiden voyage.
As soon as the sun set, we headed into our tents and sleeping bags to stay warm. The camp started stirring at daybreak as we readied ourselves for the big day. Unfortunately, my intestines had a plan of their own. Several wag bags later, I headed out at the back of the group. I was depleted and felt awful, even with a lighter pack. By the time I reached Iceberg lake, I realized that getting to the Notch was out of reach. Fortunately, Nick and Tracie stayed with me. We headed up to a pile of rocks at about 13 K and watched our group ascend into the blue.
Even getting back to camp was a challenge. I was quite nervous dropping down from Iceberg back to the traverse and took a while to get down. Nick and Tracie were very patient and helpful. I met my new friend TomCat on our way back -- he could tell I was shattered and entertained with me stories all the way back to camp. I rustled up some hot cocoa for him before he headed down and then crashed in my tent. I started having chills. Great.
I slept well but could tell I was still sick as soon as I awakened. It took twice as long as normal to pack up. Having to Wag Bag several more times didn't help. There was a moment of comic relief when I couldn't pull my ice-axe out of the snow/ice. King Arthur walked over and yanked it out easily -- replaying the "Sword and Stone" moment from the King Arthur tale.
I couldn't even go down hill with any speed. Thanks to the Wag Bags, the pack weighed the same as when we started. My new friend Nick stayed with me all the way down to LBSL. When we reached the E-ledges, we met a very kind young guy who helped us find the route down. In the snowy sections next to the ledges, I spent a good deal of time sliding down on my butt.
Reaching the "open sesame" tree was a godsend. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see the main trail. As we approached the Portal, I yelled "woo hoo" and heard the answering yells of my mountain sisters Eva and Carole. Staggered into the Portal and immediately disposed of the Wag Bags. Had a fabulous meal at the Alabama Hills Cafe before saying goodbye to my friends at the Hostel. Arthur missed the summit party so that I could get home and crawl into a hot bath and bed.
The company and scenery were amazing -- thanks everyone. I'll be back to dayhike Whitney this summer. Advantages of dayhiking -- light pack and not having to use a Wag Bag.
Miles of smiles,
Ellen
