When I moved to Seattle, well to be frank Mt Rainier was nothing more than a mountain. Surely impressive, but mountains were yet to captivate my imagination. It was merely an impressive and iconic backdrop to the city I lived in. Over the years, climbing Mt Rainier became a fantasy. It was a place for mountain climbers that I romanticized with a childlike fascination. To stand on top of that mountain, so close to Seattle, seemed so impossibly far away. Three years ago, had you invited me to climb Rainier, my imagination would have inevitably wandered to the fantasy of standing on the top, but reality would have set in and my response would have been something along the lines of, “Are you crazy?”
It is funny how perception can change over time. It started with snowboarding. I stopped sleeping in the car and starting staring out the windows. “Look at the line on that mountain! I bet that would be fun!” Dreams. At the time, I was confined to chairlifts. But as my eyes widened, I began to appreciate the mountains. When I started backpacking, I stopped simply looking at the mountains with wide eyes and started exploring their vast riches. Alpine lakes, waterfalls, and beaten trails marked the true beginning of my shift in perception.
My fascination with mountains grew the more time I began to spend in them. I came back from Montana completely absorbed in the snow-capped rugged peaks of the Cascades. Armed with new tools, knowledge, and a driving passion, I began looking at the mountains renewed. The lines I have stared at dozens, possibly hundreds of times, are no longer unobtainable fantasies, but plausible excursions. No longer do I simply look at a line and think “Man, wouldn’t that be awesome.” Instead, I think to myself, “That would be awesome, how accessible is it? Could I get there in a day? Who could I get to go with me?”
When I first started snowboarding in the backcountry, Rainier was still a fantasy. While my world was beginning to open up, it took nearly a year (and some incredible adventures) before I realized that Rainier was no longer a dream, but a goal. Once I made that shift, staring at Rainier from the city became insufferable. That mountain was sitting there, taunting me in all of its iconic majesty.
I started hearing of other people climbing it. I was even invited once or twice and had tentatively agreed to go with someone. But for one reason or another, I never made it. I kept saying that I would go for it during the next nice weather window.
Weeks began to slip by, and that wouldn’t be so concerning if I weren’t leaving for the summer. I began to realize that I was quickly running out of time if I were going to try to climb Rainier.
When my buddy Stu texted me, to see if I was interested, I was in the middle of hiking Mt Si with my dad. This was Monday. He wanted to go on Wednesday. I had work and was already exhausted. By all means, I had plenty of excuses for why I shouldn’t climb Rainier.
I thought about it for the rest of the afternoon. I was laying in my back yard, napping after the weekend excursions with my dad and I realized that I needed to go with Stu. I needed to work and I needed to rest as well. But I had an overwhelming desire to fulfill that goal – to climb Mt Rainier and snowboard off of the summit. I knew that if I didn’t try, I would sit at work staring about the mountain, daydreaming about being up there with my friends. Work and rest would have to wait.
We were ill prepared for the trip. None of us had much (if any) glacier travel experience and we had hastily thrown together an amalgamation of gear that we deemed sufficient to summit. Stu had summited once a few years ago with a guide, but apart from some vague recollections, he didn’t have much memories of the trip. At least not that would be beneficial for us while climbing. We were predicted to have sunny and warm weather for the next few days and coupled with our excitement, our concerns dissipated.
We laid out all of our gear in the paradise parking lot, taking up most of a parking space. We weren’t exactly traveling light. The crew was Stu, Eric, Laura, and myself; apart from me, it was a crew of Mt Baker instructors, all killing time between the end of the season and the start of their respective summer plans. Though only Stu, Eric, and I planned on summiting, we were carrying three days of gear and supplies for the four of us. The heavy pack and the warm weather made for an interesting day getting to Camp Muir.
Though we’d gotten an early start, it was dusk by the time we started setting up camp and we all decided that we should take a day to chill before attempting to summit.
The following morning, we took our time getting out of our tents, waiting for the morning sun to warm everything up before we decided to crawl out of our tents. After a drawn out breakfast of oatmeal with trailmix (a bit too heavy on the peanut MnM’s) we opted to take a lap down to the top of the Chute that drops in to the Nisqually.
The corn snow was fantastic and only a little slushy near the bottom.
On the hike up we ran into a couple of Eric’s friends from Seattle. The 6 of us chilled in the snow for a while, eating lunch and throwing snowballs at a ski pole. Ah, the joys of being easily entertained!
Our down day went by fast and made for an enjoyable way to spend a day relaxing in the sun and preparing to make the push for the summit.
After talking with the rangers and other climbers coming off of the mountain, we were growing increasingly weary of the conditions on the two routes we could take. The Ingraham direct route was well marked and, before the sun hit it, the snow bridges were holding well. However, as soon as the sun hit, the bridges were getting soft and icefall from the seracs was a huge problem. Basically, not somewhere you want to be after about 7:30 am. The other route, up Disappointment Cleaver, had it’s own issues. The unusually warm weather created an isothermal snowpack not conducive to climbing or riding. Not to mention, there was a sharp cliff at the bottom of the route, so it was unstable snow with high exposure. Oh, then there was the rock fall hazard during the day.
We stayed optimistic. Ultimately opting for an early, 2 am start, with the hopes of climbing Ingraham Direct and riding down the DC before it warmed up too much.
At 2 am, you are moving slow. I thought we were making good time, but with firm snow and an earlier-than-anticipated transition to crampons, by the time we made it to the toe of the Ingraham and roped up, the sun was starting to peak over the horizon.
We met up with another group of skiers on their way down, who were in a similar situation to us. They had started around midnight, giving us some good beta on the routes. Ultimately they bailed for reasons that would soon become apparent.
We got to the entrance to the Ingraham Direct route. It peeled off from the skin track and headed ominously straight up into the seracs. While we had heard the route was in good shape, I think we all agreed that our inexperience with glacier travel made skipping that option a no brainer. We continued on to the DC. At the base of the route, the snow was crummy. While we could have continued on, we were all now thinking about the ride down. It just didn’t seem worth subjecting ourselves to so much risk. This would be as far as we would make it.
While we were all a little bit defeated, we were not upset. As much as I wanted to reach the summit of Mt rainier, once a mere fantasy, we tried and we came close. I hadn’t fulfilled my goal of reaching the summit, but I put a large dent in achieving that goal. There will be other attempts and the knowledge I gained just from trying, will help me in the future.
When we turned back, it was still early. We made our way to a safe zone and stopped to rest. We’d been awake since 1 am and all that was left to do at this point was enjoy the sunrise and wait for the snow to soften a bit.
Eventually, we got impatient and made our way back to Camp Muir on firm snow. The ride back wasn’t exactly pleasant. Hard snow and disappointment are not exactly ideal conditions. After breaking camp, we threw our still-heavy packs on our backs and enjoyed some fabulous corn turns back to the car.
At the parking lot, we stripped our packs (an most of our clothes, did I mention it was hot?) and enjoyed the few cold beers that remained from our hidden stashes. (We presume one was found, I hope someone enjoyed those cold beers!) Driving off of the mountain I had mixed feelings. Sure I was disappointed that we didn’t reach the summit. But we gave it our best shot and it was factors outside of our control that ultimately led to us not making it. Could we have pushed it and made it to the top? Probably, but there was something satisfying about being able to make the tough decision to turn around. That was rewarding in itself.
Also, I now have some rad calf-burns. Pro-tip, if you roll up your pants, if only for a few minutes, apply sunscreen liberally. Snow-burns are quite pronounced and happen quicker than you think. Then again, who doesn’t enjoy funky tan lines?
Climbing is one of the best decisions that I made in a while. I have decided that everybody that climbs is incredibly nice. Based, of course, on my limited couple of weeks of climbing. You can walk up to pretty much anyone and start a conversation, or if you are just standing around, people will come over and start talking with you. So, I have met some really interesting people in the last couple of weeks. For example, the doctor.
I knew from the second that I noticed him that he was a doctor because he was still wearing his scrubs. It became more apparent when a girl walked up and thanked him for helping her last year when she tore basically everything in her knee while climbing. It turns out the Doctor is actually a neurosurgeon (how badass is that) and a really nice guy. I never did catch his name though, hence me calling him the Doctor.
It turns out the Doctor is a really good climber, at least according to my entirely un-founded opinion, or perhaps it was the scrubs that just made him appear to move gracefully across the wall. I, on the other hand, am an absolutely terrible climber (give me a break! I’ve only been at this a couple weeks). That didn’t stop the Doctor from coming over, giving advice and several times even demonstrating the moves I should make. I ended up progressing a lot yesterday. I can tackle most of the V2’s now and I am incredibly proficient at ripping off blisters on my fingers. I contribute a lot of my progress to the Doctor.
He was just one of those personalities that makes an impact and you tend to remember. The great part is that the climbing wall at the IMA is full of people exactly like the Doctor – each with their own unique memorable personality, outgoing, and friendly.
I am approaching my life here in Seattle with a different attitude that I have in the past. I have always enjoyed being active (though not strictly excersizing) but am often bad at motivating myself to get out as often as I would like. So, I have set a few goals for myself this quarter and I am hoping the rationale behind each one is enough to stick with it.
1) Go climbing 3 times per week – I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out a nice way to remain active without living 10 minutes from a mountain. I’ve put in a earnest effort to go snowboarding lot still (3 times in the last week is not bad), but I can’t keep that up all quarter. I’ve never really gotten in to climbing, mostly because I never put in the effort to stick with it. I’ve always heard that climbing gets more enjoyable the more you do it. I always have fun when I go, and the people in the gym are all really cool and super friendly. The ima is really convenient, and I think I can afford and hour or two every day. So I am going to try to stick with it. Besides, the fake rock wall seems about the closest thing I can get to a mountain without actually leaving the city.
2) Walk/bike as many places as possible – I just got a sweet new rain shell, so now I have no excuse even if it is pouring down rain outside. Campus is only about a mile away and I enjoy the walk. Taking my bike is actually faster than riding the bus, so really there is no excuse. Walking and biking are nice ways to get outside even if it is just a means of getting from one place to another.
3) Cook better/healthier/more frequently – This one has been on my ‘list’ for a long time and I always end up failing. I often find that cooking for myself is more expensive than eating out, at least for a “real” meal. But I know this is wrong and if I plan better I should be able to eat better food for cheaper. I enjoy cooking too. I am going to try to plan 3-4 meals a week on Sunday, go to the store and buy all the ingredients. I will schedule time every day or so, ample for preparing and enjoying a good meal. You might ask, “well you have tried this before, what makes you think now is any different?” Really nothing special. I am trying to schedule my time better and this will be a part of it. Also, I have helped make some delicious meals in the last week, so I am off to a good start.
4) No more candy! – I will be the first to admit that I love candy. But I am really bad at using restraint when eating it and I always end up feeling gross afterwards. I hardly ever ate candy when I was in Montana, which leads me to believe that I eat it more out of convenience than anything else. Also, I find that the more active I am, the less craving I have for sugar. Plus, I am always way more satisfied eating a good meal than a bag of candy. (All of these things are tied together!)
5) Structured schedule – I am terrible at structuring my time. But then, I am also really good at wasting time. I am going to try to make a detailed schedule for each week and hopefully alleviate some of the wasted time.
6) Creativity journal – I’ve had this awesome sketchbook, for a few years that I randomly put ideas in. I am going to take 30 minutes a day to sketch out any ideas that have been in my mind. It seems like a fun excersize and who knows, maybe something useful will come of it.
This seems like a long list of goals to set for myself, but it covers a wide range of my lifestyle and I have spent a long time trying to figure out how I can live my life in a way that makes me happy. These are all a part of that goal, so hopefully this will make for a good quarter.