Mt. McKinley (2008) - Day 15
Carry up Head Wall
Sleep? Not really. I'm gross and I just can't get comfortable at night. Still, I must be sleeping because I'm not really tired, although I was not happy to hear Mike's wake-up call this morning - which was pre-sunrise, again.
Breakfast this morning is cereal, poptarts and cereal bars. I opted for the latter two.
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The sun rose during breakfast, finally warming the area and cooking the cook tent. Precious, precious heat.
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As promissed, we hauled a load up to the head-wall. The headwall is a bitch. There, I said it. My pack, containing a little group gear and the food and clothing that I wanted to cache, couldn't have weighed more than thirty pounds. At first the headwall wasn't too bad - just walking up steps, really, but then it just got steeper and steeper. At the steepest part and just prior to the fixed ropes, Mike decided that we should pass another group, of course. Being behind them on the fixed ropes evidently wasn't an option. Finally, we shortened the ropes, dropped the trekking poles, dawned the ice tools and continued on up the fixed lines. Once clipped into the fixed lines with the ascenders, we could lean back and "rest" our legs. It wasn't very restful.
We stopped at the top, 16,500' (twenty-two hundred foot ascent - it sure doesn't look like half a mile up, from down at camp) and got anchored in place while the guides started digging a cache. Another guide from Mountain Trips tried to steal some fuel that Lucia cached for us - imposing his own time-limit for the cache ("it's been there for twenty-four hours, you know"). Haul your own freakin' gas up the mountain. Don't steal ours. Moron.
The cache is all buried, so we're going to head down.
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Going up the headwall is a combination of strength and technical gear. Going down we arm-wrap the rope and just walk like we're impervious to gravity. It's a peculiar contrast. Anyway, it was a serious workout on the quads - and that with empty packs even. The next time we go down the headwall, I'm going to collapse for sure. We'll have very full packs instead of empty packs (everything we cached plus everything we're going to move to high camp). The headwall is a bitch.
We have been promised a rest day for tomorrow. I hope it turns out to be more restful than the prior rest day, which involved retrieving a cache and making a large ice wall around the cook tent.
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After the headwall trip we all had such an excess of energy I guess, so we decided to take a trip to go see "the edge of the world", which is this cliff that drops from 14k camp down into the "valley of death", and from which point you can see our former Camp 1. We took lots of photos and several group shots. It's pretty neat.
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While joyously sitting on the Camp 4 toilet, I snapped a photo of the view. It's pretty impressive - gives the Mauna Loa summit toilet view a run for its money.
I look forward to not touching my boots, spikes, gaiters, poles, harness or beacon until the day after tomorrow. My feet will be luxuriously wrapped up in my camp booties.
Weather permitting, we will be moving to 17k camp after our rest day. I've heard rumors of bad weather, so we might be acclimating at 14k camp a couple more days. Once we make the move to 17k and retrieve our cache, we're just one day from the summit. The end is in sight! It'll seem more attainable to me, after we've made the move to 17k. I'm pretty sure I've thought the same thing for each of the previous camps.
The air at this camp continues to feel "thicker", which is a good sign. Still, jumping up to one's feet can give leave you feeling light-headed for a moment.
Mike said that the RMI 3 group did a carry to 10k, while staying at Camp 1 for multiple days and then finally jump up two camps. We probably won't see them until we are on our way down. The RMI 1 team should be back in Talkeetna today, as the weather was very much perfect.





























