A two-fer, twice as hard as it needed to be.
- July and August with one tank of gas.
- met Allison Kahn and friends Tom and Aryea on the hike up. They camped a safe covid distance apart on "Muir Ridge" my name for it.
- in between rain squalls, we all skied about 1000 ft down the West side of the Paradise Saturday afternoon.
- the next morning i foolishly (part of the workout) carried skis up to Muir. It takes me 2 days to go up to Muir in the summer now... one day to hike up and one day to dither at the top, trying to decide if i want to ski through the sun-pits. Pits, yes, not cups. Bigger than a wading pool, smaller than an 8 person hot tub.
- walked down a few hundred feet to near Anvil, then did my best to entertain the hordes by falling on my ass several times, and those hilarious back and forth antics where i almost pitch over the handlebars.
- rain off and on all night. Did i mention i was in a bivvy? For fourteen hours? Water management and bladder management kept me occupied...
- running out of water at the bottom of the glacier, with a couple miles to hike.
- pushing myself by trail hiking back to the parking lot...a little extra vert in the hot sun that pretty much cooked me
- Skiing the Paradise Glacier alone, the feeling of being a speck on a giant and dangerously beautiful landscape.
- extremely beautiful wildflowers
Beta: the blue ice chokes off at the bottom East. Some scrambling may be necessary by now.