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All the emotions were felt this past weekend - excitement, nervousness, sadness, accomplishment, fear - to name a few. @mtn_pilgrimm and I started planning this summit hike about 8 months ago. It's an odd feeling to plan for so long, knowing that anything could happen once we get out there. Strangely enough, the biggest wrench was thrown Friday night, before we even packed up the car, but that didn't stop us from readjusting to plan B.
I sat up in my sleeping bag Sunday morning at 4:15am, put my face in my palms and asked myself what the F was I doing? The wind was whipping, it had been all night, I felt like I had barely slept and I knew it was going to be far colder outside of the tent. Why? Why am I doing this? I repeated to myself.
The four of us gathered around the tents and discussed the plan again, safety being the number one priority. We decided we would try and if it was this windy on the Ledges, we were not going to continue. We knew there was a good chance it wouldn't be as windy beyond the Keyhole, based on reports from others that had climbed this beast in the past. So, we put one foot in front of the other, guided by just our headlamps and made our way up the Boulderfield. Once past the Keyhole, we were relieved to find the wind does indeed die down. From here forward though, the route becomes far more technical. Teamwork and perseverance, one foot and hand in front of the other, eventually got us up this mother of all mountains.
Call me crazy, but I think I'm in love with Class 3 14ers. The mental and physical challenge pushes me just outside of my comfort zone where I thrive and feel most alive, the adrenaline rush is like no other - I'm hooked! In my opinion, the most brutal part of this hike was the Boulderfield. I'm thinking about submitting a petition to rename it Death Valley, who's gonna sign it? 🙋#mountaincrushmonday