We camped safely below treeline for the first two nights while waiting out a massive snow storm before hauling our camp up to 9800'. With calm winds, clear sky, and solid snow under our crampons, we left camp at 1:00 AM to ambush the 14,179' high summit with sharp, stabby climbing tools. As we climbed Casaval Ridge, gaining hundreds and hundreds, then thousands and thousands of feet of elevation, we knew we were going to dominate that mountain like a fat kid on a cupcake; we could taste the summit, until, unexpectedly, we were cliffed out on one side and the only way up was to traverse a gigantic, poofy, avalanche slope to the neighboring ridge. Then we remembered that we were only up there to have fun and the summit wasn't worth risking being burried in an avalanche and crushing all the unsuspecting townspeople below us in it's unforgivingly poofy fury. So we retreated to high camp, took a nap, packed everything up, and glissaded back down to the base. A good time was had by all and Lila and I learned a lot of valuable information about mountaineering to take with us to New Zealand.
2 comments:
Where are the rocks, I don't see any rocks
what the hell?
if you are going to be in the snow...you might as well put some skis or snowboard on.
i recieved the passes...i'll send you pics of so ill
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