I join legions of sad admirers who miss author Tom Wolfe.
In earlier days, THE RIGHT STUFF got me motivated.
In years past, I’ve tried to be A MAN IN FULL. As a new Medicare and Social Security-aged ward of our great country, I reckoned it was indeed time to start crossing items off my bucket list.
So, after (finally) gaining a HAMMER for World Indoor Rowing, I shifted to terra firma workouts for a spell, and renewed my actions to tackle the Mount Whitney Trail.
On Monday, May 21st, I ascended the Mount Whitney trail. Not a daytrip summit hike, only a 1/2 Whitney as it turned out. This was my situation at 11,000 feet at about 9:45 in the morning:
Frosty at 11,000 feet. This was a weather first for this rookie hiker – lightning, thunder and getting pelted by frozen peas – all alone with this grand mountain. I will be back, in mid-summer, and probably with another steely-eyed ascender for this impressive hunk of granite created by glaciers ~ 100 million years ago.
On my descent (which I reckon I timed well for the snowstorm) – I lost the trail markings and invested time and steps to find my way back home. Be Prepared as a note to self!
I did have fun, before and after my 9:45 epiphany.
This was another Frosty on the mountain (as in snowman):
A half Whitney (and a darned private one!).
Be well and keep on truckin’…