Then I tied into a nicer model. Beauty!
This one had really bright colors.
My work was overseen by Mr. Blue Jay.
He wanted to make sure all the fish got back unharmed.
The fish probably did more harm to me and my fly than I did to them!
Fill up time.
Then back on the road! On up the creek to Trailside Meadow.
I think I took out the crampons about here to gain practice.
Perhaps a bit early.
Beautiful Mirror Lake below me now.
Stunning views.
Falling on my butt in ice with a 55lb pack didn't sound so good, so I put those on.
(insert video here)
Still in high spirits. I headed up into the ice above the treeline.
"The Mount Whitney Trail"
Finally, Trailside Meadow.
I got lost for about 2 minutes just above Trailside Meadow and then found the trail again quickly.
That was a pretty tough valley to ascend!
Rounding the crest to Consultation Lake.
Beautiful! I'm sorry I didn't get to fish it this time.
Here is what it looks like when you used too much energy
hightailing it up to Trail Camp with a huge pack.
Regardless of trying to acclimate a nite at
Lone Pine Lake, I got Altitude Sickness along with a complete
loss of energy. I felt nausea but never threw up.
I felt disoriented also, like "what am I doing and why am I here?" Almost just as soon as I had those feelings, they went
away. They would come and go every five minutes or so.
I decided to take a nap there at Trail Camp and wait it out.
I could see hikers going by up the summit and the sun was coming down. This is how it looked after I awoke from my nap at 12,000.
