tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55589503648534058952024-03-13T07:25:44.848-06:003 Summits to NepalPhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-32348315117215876292008-01-07T18:45:00.001-07:002008-01-07T21:08:55.994-07:00Mt Rainier's shadow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUr-gyKSjS5RJq0pz7oiT5Gr59xM6HI5aosedNCAuZsl0mIKd9vYYWeNGx1toEFWGY-U6Fd2pPAs0L7kEAww8mwIKV-cMEA84a76cOcCsCEbxKVVen5krABfBgbRPLBc3Cv1oURTNlHTc/s1600-h/DSC_0788+copy+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152916367476224354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUr-gyKSjS5RJq0pz7oiT5Gr59xM6HI5aosedNCAuZsl0mIKd9vYYWeNGx1toEFWGY-U6Fd2pPAs0L7kEAww8mwIKV-cMEA84a76cOcCsCEbxKVVen5krABfBgbRPLBc3Cv1oURTNlHTc/s320/DSC_0788+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>During dinner, as the sun set, a tremendous sight; the outline of the summit shone onto the distant reaches of the horizon seemingly hundreds of miles away!</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-69155075074410691682008-01-07T17:30:00.000-07:002008-01-07T20:57:33.535-07:00The General<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCruVMlyvnomI0QBlJw9pBMX3lJj53I0xSxemcRrJ0sZ-_iNWMmKXc-Kh-c31IZQYjfcMoVhgp-Rc9Damote5OAHpsgt97sKouLxabzVFu3RwtGqaaYADeIY_n2rmhTGueizCY7NWRSU/s1600-h/DSC_0732+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152896782425354146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCruVMlyvnomI0QBlJw9pBMX3lJj53I0xSxemcRrJ0sZ-_iNWMmKXc-Kh-c31IZQYjfcMoVhgp-Rc9Damote5OAHpsgt97sKouLxabzVFu3RwtGqaaYADeIY_n2rmhTGueizCY7NWRSU/s320/DSC_0732+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Never leave a man behind</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-55705423065486240132008-01-06T23:26:00.000-07:002008-01-07T18:59:11.641-07:00Post Summit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU52-q7DzNYZlZMGRT-jxLYj4dG6tu_F_ZYFpBQsTu7GXd6-Asq02y-zp3rxrCM5SCL9tJ5ofQ_3RpPpJtnWhNgBpSfpVyVCGEh8Up_MU6LdSbROqf_zkB1rH-1XYb028OCZY5gF0DEQ/s1600-h/PostSummit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152617424867520402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU52-q7DzNYZlZMGRT-jxLYj4dG6tu_F_ZYFpBQsTu7GXd6-Asq02y-zp3rxrCM5SCL9tJ5ofQ_3RpPpJtnWhNgBpSfpVyVCGEh8Up_MU6LdSbROqf_zkB1rH-1XYb028OCZY5gF0DEQ/s320/PostSummit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I know I don't look enthused, but its all love on the inside. I slept 1 hour the night before summit day. I didn't eat enough (my fault), drink enough(I'm an idiot) or sleep. I didn't sleep for an entirely different reason. One that invloves a nightmare from my first Mt Rainier attempt a few years earlier. BUT we summitted and it felt AWESOME!!!</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-25687969636383507612008-01-06T23:17:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:00:45.717-07:00Eastern View<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsrsIVVlJIafqRmZViScJU83h-nDQ93C2iNbWPMvOkCyqfJ5IHECJAoY5zzTtNwchCXUgOxCLM_TxzSI5JMib5jV2HlhGdPy8C9G33c2XckZo6EHpz4r2Rd50xKOvcuSE67alBWHiFbk/s1600-h/DSC_0810+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152897744498028466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsrsIVVlJIafqRmZViScJU83h-nDQ93C2iNbWPMvOkCyqfJ5IHECJAoY5zzTtNwchCXUgOxCLM_TxzSI5JMib5jV2HlhGdPy8C9G33c2XckZo6EHpz4r2Rd50xKOvcuSE67alBWHiFbk/s320/DSC_0810+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Looking East from below the summit before we signed the summit log book that remains atop the crater rim.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-52841569763683012442008-01-06T23:14:00.000-07:002008-01-07T18:59:35.108-07:00After Summit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryW66Rsc3ntVCgqJuT3enGPArvywA743hcBIkjkGJ_oHZ5zbNAYSA295wcjUHphDGMhvilj5X-wYpNCkcZIyxekVQcO9GpfgE-sYh4idhyZFy6iV5chhEk2UuDkJXp2il0r7yMocreOk/s1600-h/DSC_0814+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152897946361491394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryW66Rsc3ntVCgqJuT3enGPArvywA743hcBIkjkGJ_oHZ5zbNAYSA295wcjUHphDGMhvilj5X-wYpNCkcZIyxekVQcO9GpfgE-sYh4idhyZFy6iV5chhEk2UuDkJXp2il0r7yMocreOk/s320/DSC_0814+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>A little rest after returning from the summit. What a view for lunch.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-82047725540167234142008-01-06T23:11:00.000-07:002008-01-07T18:58:41.176-07:00Perfection<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCm-R_hrLufC1gi_BZw3fMRHwy8XxZhtbYvfDDS_8qpHigiybfIgLv-JKA-Ze9OnMtBVtKHPyiJqPXDd-_TtlhR92MziB5c-OVltk4nU-nENxBL-pNd9KcImhz5djlmpa1L_OHZhm2Srk/s1600-h/DSC_0817+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152898281368940498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCm-R_hrLufC1gi_BZw3fMRHwy8XxZhtbYvfDDS_8qpHigiybfIgLv-JKA-Ze9OnMtBVtKHPyiJqPXDd-_TtlhR92MziB5c-OVltk4nU-nENxBL-pNd9KcImhz5djlmpa1L_OHZhm2Srk/s320/DSC_0817+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div> </div><div>Contributions.</div><div>Friendships.</div><div>Summits.</div><div>Stories.</div><div> </div><div>-Namaste-</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-68544328692891309172008-01-06T23:05:00.000-07:002008-01-07T20:46:37.851-07:00Hotel AM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFjhaJCM054zJOAvNUviad3vWbI-kdsiwAN8xhqHk9L_sTOr3ICrJ4GHxW9vXewHIPT493ODQ2HuKRNVNDJyPK4WNkiIlXoq0IZCs1085nwTInM36rFsKBP_2GUrMOBJtJm62Fp70Nb0/s1600-h/DSC_0725+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152898526182076386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFjhaJCM054zJOAvNUviad3vWbI-kdsiwAN8xhqHk9L_sTOr3ICrJ4GHxW9vXewHIPT493ODQ2HuKRNVNDJyPK4WNkiIlXoq0IZCs1085nwTInM36rFsKBP_2GUrMOBJtJm62Fp70Nb0/s320/DSC_0725+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>A self portrait in front of the hotel, waiting for Jwalant to arrive, sometime around 5:30am. I was beat from a trans-am flight the night before, and dinner from a bag. But, I was still psyched to see good friends and Mt. Rainier again. God I love travelling!Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-73603989014537792782008-01-06T23:00:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:16:52.782-07:00Team gettin' Ready<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYIuBHMB908Y1VRdp6MdV9gnrB-vjML709ABXt5TCqJ-qF8xcmCVXRMTPxuWjvIiGmaViNr_InJQxrgF3twGGGFjK4ZV6QJ3-k2W2rQYslmCL8FuRHkasCngATp1JhYxVgqYu6gjbMcQ/s1600-h/DSC_0730+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152898856894558194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYIuBHMB908Y1VRdp6MdV9gnrB-vjML709ABXt5TCqJ-qF8xcmCVXRMTPxuWjvIiGmaViNr_InJQxrgF3twGGGFjK4ZV6QJ3-k2W2rQYslmCL8FuRHkasCngATp1JhYxVgqYu6gjbMcQ/s320/DSC_0730+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>From the left, Taekashi, Jwalant, and Gary all waiting for the word to head out.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-35936024581624332062008-01-06T22:55:00.000-07:002008-01-07T20:58:21.959-07:00Packing it up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD9T1GL1Yu8FISR0J4kw_So-ZCCninZadlAC9sDvb6S64vbZnvTgUMKIGV01gD6KqruAOF0Xuek5IMkRhIJhZ2Gg2GYjuDYshJmnq-IR8WfKSGxAhjLON3POrUvRMa7E9vbK1WtRfmQg/s1600-h/DSC_0734+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152899101707694082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD9T1GL1Yu8FISR0J4kw_So-ZCCninZadlAC9sDvb6S64vbZnvTgUMKIGV01gD6KqruAOF0Xuek5IMkRhIJhZ2Gg2GYjuDYshJmnq-IR8WfKSGxAhjLON3POrUvRMa7E9vbK1WtRfmQg/s320/DSC_0734+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Putting the finishing touches on divying up the gear and workin' in some well needed sunblock. The light reflecting off the glacier can be very intense and easily burn you're skin if your not careful.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-20136774054353200382008-01-06T22:51:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:16:27.360-07:00Departure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdgF7EDe78UH_fBJo-1J1Zwd6zrUUJPSM-nDLPDIANNmPymns4O_idD8pTlXm8qju6hRo-EhctcB-SCmi8G4Jm6XINPQk5RCR3crpREo7sVZEmUU2tW2aRmjycj25rHkd7KslvhwqkNM/s1600-h/DSC_0744+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152899286391287826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdgF7EDe78UH_fBJo-1J1Zwd6zrUUJPSM-nDLPDIANNmPymns4O_idD8pTlXm8qju6hRo-EhctcB-SCmi8G4Jm6XINPQk5RCR3crpREo7sVZEmUU2tW2aRmjycj25rHkd7KslvhwqkNM/s320/DSC_0744+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Departing the asphalt jungle on the last stretch of city livin', with dreams of mountains, friends, and Nepal filling my thoughts with every step.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-4785772320968421402008-01-06T22:47:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:16:13.747-07:00wild flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P-NstuWbXxUK555TYfoPcBtwKvT4TD0GX6Iu2hCZr3mEEaJZMjzSl8rdpOR1Vv7BizaJjMa10fPM9v0zk_dvaQ3qobKMHAgsAeM9XBLGIRnzmMzdglnQ7xTGnJSFvlApk79Yr4NQRUU/s1600-h/Dsc_0745+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152899449600045090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P-NstuWbXxUK555TYfoPcBtwKvT4TD0GX6Iu2hCZr3mEEaJZMjzSl8rdpOR1Vv7BizaJjMa10fPM9v0zk_dvaQ3qobKMHAgsAeM9XBLGIRnzmMzdglnQ7xTGnJSFvlApk79Yr4NQRUU/s320/Dsc_0745+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Some of the summer foliage that surrounds the trail leading to and from Paradise point at the beginning of the Muir Snowfield.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-27835465413060366892008-01-06T22:42:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:15:47.340-07:00Mt Rainier from the Muir Snowfield<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAzKFA0buXPmMjTTZujsUXn4GKnEV68SHwcV_BWNo-nbfwUToYkogK7C8WaF7QYmsLn-dzYPTia66Cu2rNzPm9BckbTQa09NhzsFhdTz-YnwBMawav6ufwWZ9-lZnt-LxkmeB1DA-Bts/s1600-h/DSC_0765+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152899582744031282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAzKFA0buXPmMjTTZujsUXn4GKnEV68SHwcV_BWNo-nbfwUToYkogK7C8WaF7QYmsLn-dzYPTia66Cu2rNzPm9BckbTQa09NhzsFhdTz-YnwBMawav6ufwWZ9-lZnt-LxkmeB1DA-Bts/s320/DSC_0765+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Our first view of the summit since we left the parking lot. The true summit is on the left side of what you can see in this picture. Sometimes it feels just as far away as it appears. But one step at a time...</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-69081764127617118592008-01-06T22:37:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:06:54.613-07:00Snowfield<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BUlbOlUHtvy7zEvJwq0BLunEss8kGpsS9330ZLBwspYvAIkmjchj0vg0zEck0ShzjQd__d9SFMksXNGaMTqKK6xtJQiRgZfCZsjuCmJEk3j_zf3Y-ufsgHcy0Gj0bLd-ultP2Ltk-ZM/s1600-h/DSC_0768+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152899780312526914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BUlbOlUHtvy7zEvJwq0BLunEss8kGpsS9330ZLBwspYvAIkmjchj0vg0zEck0ShzjQd__d9SFMksXNGaMTqKK6xtJQiRgZfCZsjuCmJEk3j_zf3Y-ufsgHcy0Gj0bLd-ultP2Ltk-ZM/s320/DSC_0768+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>During the trek up the Muir Snowfiled, a look back to South, of dayhikers with their poles, groups resting, and good old Mt Adams in the background.( I think)</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-39678738912184371042008-01-06T22:20:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:15:34.854-07:00Abi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1gjS7RRBxYsNIHXKPItxLAqyNIPCeQ9cOVqYM6yr6ZJ427414YEzAxooqq83zbpKbQ9yFGdOvldHyuRMILOXlRkz6jk4GMa0TsR9ZdGLdD_AZVxHKapfLML9YaKrycq09kObOWuBSLM/s1600-h/DSC_0767+copy+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152908232808165666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1gjS7RRBxYsNIHXKPItxLAqyNIPCeQ9cOVqYM6yr6ZJ427414YEzAxooqq83zbpKbQ9yFGdOvldHyuRMILOXlRkz6jk4GMa0TsR9ZdGLdD_AZVxHKapfLML9YaKrycq09kObOWuBSLM/s320/DSC_0767+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Abi Devan steadily muscling out of the mist and into brilliant sunlight during a perfect day out on the glacier.</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-40918189504953368892008-01-06T22:16:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:06:43.568-07:00Muir Snowfield<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiQBAw6UpEg3dl8PQ0TqiZgiuvtJM2hX2EEQPG0beqB1L8jDl_ZdAuau8jRbpb5YTy6dy0KvYAdTN9pE49ZdJD_oNurz1ErNmxvHyR_kLsL1x69hzsJbM2V3vKKALv5RDl-rfe0sLrcs/s1600-h/DSC_0766+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152900622126116946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiQBAw6UpEg3dl8PQ0TqiZgiuvtJM2hX2EEQPG0beqB1L8jDl_ZdAuau8jRbpb5YTy6dy0KvYAdTN9pE49ZdJD_oNurz1ErNmxvHyR_kLsL1x69hzsJbM2V3vKKALv5RDl-rfe0sLrcs/s320/DSC_0766+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Gary and Jwalant making the "stairmaster" of the Muir Snowfield a reality. Repetitious step-kicking leads you up from a treeline elevation of ~6,000 ft to Camp Muir at ~10,000 ft. Make sure you eat your Wheaties!</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-19346932790773934832008-01-06T22:12:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:06:17.710-07:00Gearing up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrK5X52j1Bq8WUrWcc_C_rPzkwv6864aKrvTxVN55cjGKlSMaU9FN_3a6rIh5QvC1_SuVv49lf3AkfiMVHk5wJO-ssY4zwGsxmbTV5Z8JHrZhdZYH6qLOAFLax_yG06vLu1olyvSiSvU/s1600-h/DSC_0773+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152900742385201250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrK5X52j1Bq8WUrWcc_C_rPzkwv6864aKrvTxVN55cjGKlSMaU9FN_3a6rIh5QvC1_SuVv49lf3AkfiMVHk5wJO-ssY4zwGsxmbTV5Z8JHrZhdZYH6qLOAFLax_yG06vLu1olyvSiSvU/s320/DSC_0773+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Gearing up at Camp Muir. To reach Camp Muir, a harness and rope is not essential because of a lack of crevasses. Just above Camp Muir, there is a chance of rock and snow slides, crevasses and some exposed trails. Saftey first.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-63325261358580047372008-01-06T22:04:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:16:00.090-07:00Ascent<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfL8S3XHAnwrDwbAF_5cenIAkgG0M23BsqqlsPuUyUE-U7_osBd2T0gG4lj_S-aDtxziidoxxec1XkJPElfyzVQmYJANgQLTcFq6q37pfFxhRJVTFv0qkntkdl1YOv2Bz1E4wspuTdOE/s1600-h/DSC_0760+copy+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152909448283910466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfL8S3XHAnwrDwbAF_5cenIAkgG0M23BsqqlsPuUyUE-U7_osBd2T0gG4lj_S-aDtxziidoxxec1XkJPElfyzVQmYJANgQLTcFq6q37pfFxhRJVTFv0qkntkdl1YOv2Bz1E4wspuTdOE/s320/DSC_0760+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Hiking further into the fog that blanketed the base of Mt Rainier gave no indication of a 14,000 ft peak looming just out of view. Lush green growth reminds you of the rich temperate rain forest below diverting your attention from the glacier sliding ever-so-slowly downhill towards you.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-21263849132799287342008-01-06T21:58:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:06:30.601-07:00Hut<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZFv23MNGyK2VaGqI9mSAof8vaRr6x-AwzrR-_juKFw7zVlumCJEtuW__T78qeiJIk_M6fd1m38jNbiQw3Tlct-hwViLCnASnQeKLAN98QuGMf_nDWxyiWtTZPAc4T68US3xuW2HG6Po/s1600-h/DSC_0770+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152901021558075506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZFv23MNGyK2VaGqI9mSAof8vaRr6x-AwzrR-_juKFw7zVlumCJEtuW__T78qeiJIk_M6fd1m38jNbiQw3Tlct-hwViLCnASnQeKLAN98QuGMf_nDWxyiWtTZPAc4T68US3xuW2HG6Po/s320/DSC_0770+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>A tribute to John Muir; The John Muir Hut at Camp Muir.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-42547508086773524722008-01-06T21:53:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:02:34.520-07:00Lunch Break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-svO1PhirnHjDy5J4tFkFpK9l5We8uKdRzrLSMnr-KQmyUHVSqn7AKTLVg03FjqWItzm3oZP05HOD5iiCVBcpYP0-EtqTy_iDmgR9ApNI1Bkcf4MhJLONLMoCJ9yKq_x9bOAUucJDOfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0774+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152901184766832770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-svO1PhirnHjDy5J4tFkFpK9l5We8uKdRzrLSMnr-KQmyUHVSqn7AKTLVg03FjqWItzm3oZP05HOD5iiCVBcpYP0-EtqTy_iDmgR9ApNI1Bkcf4MhJLONLMoCJ9yKq_x9bOAUucJDOfQ/s320/DSC_0774+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Gary's picture-perfect way to enjoy the lunch break.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-6414466135944450562008-01-06T21:38:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:02:45.749-07:00My feet at Camp Muir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66jdfLeGqxCGtZ7VvXCrvTYXpNUIwIT0JHxD_z70ThU08CClrPfg1RKJSv8E3_7YirH4oM6E7SbAxqNj4iMwQwmT2UGjYHynB3r0cIWXomD4WB9pZ58jrQAWeVROFiyrYRE5K_WtvlQc/s1600-h/DSC_0772+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152910109708874066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66jdfLeGqxCGtZ7VvXCrvTYXpNUIwIT0JHxD_z70ThU08CClrPfg1RKJSv8E3_7YirH4oM6E7SbAxqNj4iMwQwmT2UGjYHynB3r0cIWXomD4WB9pZ58jrQAWeVROFiyrYRE5K_WtvlQc/s320/DSC_0772+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>A self portrait from our lunch rest stop at Camp Muir around 10,000 feet looking towards Mt. Adams on an amazing bluebird day! You can't beat weather like this!</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-57422814359160607412008-01-06T21:35:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:01:28.690-07:00Glacier<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaevxACAt0nGedvqqIxNN3UDrdEtDOoAWRxhGRgyM-TyW6WrdHS07R3-R4fgVyEYDwcDCB5i5jsCCVVXvjn4Jf9ujyC4VIsA0ht3_yo_O-18ECUmw9x5Truahomg-vFEw8WC6vchublM/s1600-h/DSC_0777+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152902138249572498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaevxACAt0nGedvqqIxNN3UDrdEtDOoAWRxhGRgyM-TyW6WrdHS07R3-R4fgVyEYDwcDCB5i5jsCCVVXvjn4Jf9ujyC4VIsA0ht3_yo_O-18ECUmw9x5Truahomg-vFEw8WC6vchublM/s320/DSC_0777+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This is a picture looking towards the glacier we would ascend through multiple switchbacks to reach the summit. My tent sits in the foreground. Strong, but normal, winds whipped at the tent wall most of the night and occasionally you could hear the glacier creak and moan as it inched down the mountain.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-31693240640144977622008-01-06T21:33:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:01:15.596-07:00Sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ifHvK2aITYkeg-muXl9HbhlzpS1Z2Bct-6g1xZ_c_NWzvCL1GSI7b_b220252aKdMlpCOHqD0N00Sf9cVMQRFYyIZtb1V1x9dQufv6kdz2bEoo3vV8dkNgWFPd8QsPB6bikCX4Oy3A8/s1600-h/DSC_0780+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152902267098591394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ifHvK2aITYkeg-muXl9HbhlzpS1Z2Bct-6g1xZ_c_NWzvCL1GSI7b_b220252aKdMlpCOHqD0N00Sf9cVMQRFYyIZtb1V1x9dQufv6kdz2bEoo3vV8dkNgWFPd8QsPB6bikCX4Oy3A8/s320/DSC_0780+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>A refection of the days sunset. This picture gives you a glimpse of the true beauty and tranquility that you can find on Mt Rainier. A sunset from the other side of the mountain shines across the horizon.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-53957406780208754142008-01-06T21:28:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:02:06.084-07:00High Camp<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcn7bjzX67sN81bdpJNjQKyJrZKfsGNN5y15qwkHLh_jyA2hsZQzEfLMgjwgA3eVlqcUHm199u7ptpOzb8i0ok7YfshQX_nd8k3kwWDLfrD5L-y34Omv74sm18Ry3umukFsSeCCt8o490/s1600-h/DSC_0775+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152902387357675698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcn7bjzX67sN81bdpJNjQKyJrZKfsGNN5y15qwkHLh_jyA2hsZQzEfLMgjwgA3eVlqcUHm199u7ptpOzb8i0ok7YfshQX_nd8k3kwWDLfrD5L-y34Omv74sm18Ry3umukFsSeCCt8o490/s320/DSC_0775+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>A view Southeast from our high camp. Once the sun fell behind the ridge above us, you could feel the temperature plummet as the minutes passed. He hurried to set up camp and start more important things.... like dinner!Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-11166053634360774862008-01-06T21:23:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:01:52.005-07:00Dinner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1cHMVF4h9N-jLo0GN2XJjKhe1bhysKRW7e1T0po5EZdR6NMIfJ9_ZN_5qZbpwkjlLXNFSVSzLmfsxieMkhJ7IzzNOff9Hd4rbE19JEukfvEf0wCkxGGV_Q0Rlg6eqMDFEb4YoMEavBU/s1600-h/DSC_0791+copy001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152902520501661890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1cHMVF4h9N-jLo0GN2XJjKhe1bhysKRW7e1T0po5EZdR6NMIfJ9_ZN_5qZbpwkjlLXNFSVSzLmfsxieMkhJ7IzzNOff9Hd4rbE19JEukfvEf0wCkxGGV_Q0Rlg6eqMDFEb4YoMEavBU/s320/DSC_0791+copy001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Our makeshift kitchen at high camp the evening before our successful summit. The campsite is at about 11,000 feet leaving just over 3,400 feet remaining. Melting snow for water and cooking is an essential part of mountaineering since it is such a readily available source. In the background Gary digs a snowcave of sorts to sleep in that night.</div></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558950364853405895.post-86494900117102548562008-01-06T21:20:00.000-07:002008-01-07T19:00:57.754-07:00Crater moon view<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRTdKZz41kzTD-8h5f51yej3kpP245CjNcKjXBOPb41x92a-su1-o3Xk-YJNdPB1KoBB07-xeWKpiCMEsk_HYfGXXiPIS52bugQu-tVVqZS0aGgliFyY8PHPe-Lvqnq0nFD2n2RcYscg/s1600-h/DSC_0812+copy+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152908121139015954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRTdKZz41kzTD-8h5f51yej3kpP245CjNcKjXBOPb41x92a-su1-o3Xk-YJNdPB1KoBB07-xeWKpiCMEsk_HYfGXXiPIS52bugQu-tVVqZS0aGgliFyY8PHPe-Lvqnq0nFD2n2RcYscg/s320/DSC_0812+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>A view West from the center of the summit crater with the moon still in plain view in the early hours of the day. In order to summit in good conditions, most hikers set their alarms for no later than 3 or 4 am on summit day.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236823323943164127noreply@blogger.com0