The Annual Whitney Shit Show

me on top of muir

On top of Mt Muir, 14,000 some-odd feet. Looking really smug for someone who has no fuckin’ idea how to get back down. Erskine Fire smoke didn’t even go away last night, so sunrise was a relative disappointment. Also, I was joined by FOUR unprepared East Face climber dudes in the Whitney hut and had to dress them up in my gear to stop their shivering. Two of them were in tee shirts! No sleep last night. All told I saved six men’s lives on Mount Whitney and yet was still asked over and over by older men if what I was doing (hiking alone) was safe. “Where’s your parents little girl?” Argh!!! ?