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Copyright © 1991 and 1997 by Manfred P.. All rights reserved.
Sep 7, 1991
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Keywords: USA, Mt. Whitney, Sierras, California, tourist, travel trip report, travel log, travelogue.
Finally the trip was here; after all that planning. But the planning didn't do much good. Things happened differently anyway. We had fewer people, less time, and less equipment. 'Less equipment' is actually an understatement. I did it in sneakers without iceax, rope and crampons. Just me, my legs, sneakers and the appropriate clothing. The only thing that went according to plan: We had a lot of fun.
Don and I got the last camp site (there are only 10) and had only 1 day instead of 2 or 3 to make it to the top and back because we couldn't get a wilderness permit which is required to stay for more than 24 hours. As preparation, I worked out on a StairMaster and I was able to climb 10,000 feet in less than 1 hour. So I was sure my physical fitness was sufficient but I wasn't sure if my knee would hold up. Two people died a week before we climbed it. One died from hyperthermia (in other words he froze to death) and the second person fell 200 ft from a cliff. Just 4 days before our arrival it snowed and we could see that all the peaks, actually the upper third of all mountains were covered w/ snow. I was a little bit scared, at least very cautious not to waste to much time to make it back in time before any possible bad weather and not to make any wrong step. The icy spots were dangerous but there weren't too many. The snowy patches were not bad. We had luck with the weather. Sunshine all day, I had to cover all skinn to avoid sunburns.
Anyway, we rushed to the top in 5.5 hours (6,127 ft altitude differnce). On the top I was so exhausted I had to take a 15 min break to find enough energy to be able to chew down my lunch. It was also pretty cold and I was glad that I brought 3 sweaters (I had a full packed backpack full of clothing and food for 2 days). Most of the stuff in my backpack I could have left at home. The way back was harder, it also took us 5.5 hours. The view from the top was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Grand View, especially towards the west into the Sierra, the look towards the White Mountains and Death Valley was good too but nothing compared to the Sierra. The price for all this: Headache for 2 days due to altitude, and stomachache that drove me crazy.
Thinking back now 6 years later I still remember the stomache cramps and pain I was under when I was half down the mountain. The headache wasn't much better than the stomach pain. The drums were playing heavy pongo in my head. It was the worst headache I had my whole life. Nonetheless, I am ready to do it again, anytime.
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