It's been just under 5 months since my ankle injury. My physical therapy ended a couple months ago but that only served to get me to the point I could walk to the store and back. I've been getting out and doing things on weekends but the foot tended to limit what I could do. Gradually the ankle has gotten stronger and as of a couple weeks ago I felt a little more reassured with my progress. On Saturday I felt it was time to see how far I could push it. When I left home Friday night I still hadn't decided on a destination. I had four ideas and only decided on the way. I opted finally for Skyline knowing that this gave me a few options.
At 6am there were only a few vehicles at the museum. Given the excellent temps I expected there would be more people on the trail. This was the fewest I had seen. I passed 2 or 3 within the first 20 minutes and it was quite a long time before I saw anyone else. As always the foot was a constant distraction. With just the standard dose of ibuprofin I can keep the pain under control but I still feel each step.
The trail seemed like it had gained a few extra miles since I was last there. I simply couldn't quite comprehend that I had once done this trail 3 times in a day. I would be lucky to do it just once now. Who was this person whose memories I have? I feel disconnected from who I once was. I really needed to succeed today to regain some confidence.
Shortly after taking a break before where the manzanita begins I met 3 hikers who were coming down. They had apparently been thwarted by the snow and route-finding problems the day before. They ended up spending the night. This didn't give me much encouragement. Whereas they didn't have crampons, I did. Shortly above the little rocky outcrop I put them on. Instead of icy conditions however it was quite the opposite. When I got to the initial traverse I was disappointed not to see any sign of a boot track. I proceeded carefully since I had not brought an ice axe. Very quickly however I was reassured.
The snow was soft and with poles and crampons I felt quite safe. The post-holing made me feel secure but it was slow going. Within 10 minutes however I was unsure which way to go. It's a very difficult route to figure out but I knew from past mistakes that I needed to traverse much further than I would think. I caught up with a boot track (apparently someone had traversed higher up) and used it from time to time when it seemed right. Not surprisingly the track wandered around all over the place so I used my own judgement. Eventually I knew I was in the final chute and all that was left was to proceed directly up. I topped out at 1:10pm. This was both a relief and a disappointment. I had finished Skyline but not as quickly as I had hoped. It had taken nearly 7 hours (1.5 hrs in the snow).
Now on easier ground I sped over to the ranger station. Was there any chance I could summit? I wasn't sure. Certainly it was a bit late but I figured I'd go as far as I could. As I proceeded to Round Valley I was pleased that a tactical decision was working in my favor. I had not brought snowshoes but almost everyone else did. This and the fact that everyone was on their way back from the summit meant I had plenty of good packed tracks to use. I did do some post-holing from time to time but it wasn't enough to cause much problem.
Now on my 3rd round of ibuprofin I felt pleased with my pace and somehow rejuvenated. On my way up the slope to Miller saddle I had the mountain to myself. I reached the summit just a few minutes after 4pm (less than 3 hours from the ranger station). I suppose I was a little surprised I made it this far. I didn't stay on the summit long. I figured I'd wait and celebrate once I got back to the tram station.
It was 5:43pm when I reached the tram station. Although it felt a lot longer I had finished up in less than 12 hours. I relaxed at the bar for about an hour. I was kinda hoping I might see someone who knew me. I did need a ride back to the museum afterall. I didn't particularly want to pay for an expensive taxi ride.
Down at the lower tram station I was just about to ask for a taxi but couldn't do it. It just wouldn't be right if I didn't take a great day and end it with something miserable. So naturally I saved my money and walked down. My foot wasn't amused. The evening was pleasant but by the time I got down to Palm Springs I was limping pretty good. The stiff goretex boots didn't help and it took some time to make it all the way back over to the museum. I still managed to get there before 9pm however so I guess it wasn't that bad.
-Rick
