Mt. Rainier is one of the most beautiful places I know. This National Park has so much to offer in terms of outdoor activities.
Once we checked in with RMI we were on a very specific time line for the next 4 days. The first 2 days were orientation and then snow skills on the slopes around 7,000 ft. On the morning of the third day, we did a final gear check and then slowly hiked our way upwards towards our goal of reaching Camp Muir. You go from tourist friendly Paradise Lodge to the paved roads upwards passing many families out on a stroll. As we got higher we encountered less and less people, and the landscape began to change. The lush meadows were so full of color and life that you could only stop and view in amazement. The alpine region slowly receded, and then gave way to the beginning of the snow fields somewhere around 6-7,000 ft which we would climb for the next few hours.
There are boot paths going up and our skills in breathing and stepping came into play. The air slowly gets thinner and you may notice at this time that its a bit harder to breath normally. We take breaks about once an hour, but still maintain our rigid schedule of getting to Muir by the early afternoon. Around 1 or 2 p.m. we could faintly make out the small buildings on Muir way up on the ridge and knew that relief was a short time away.
Once at Muir we had a summit briefing and then were allowed to retire and get rest for our midnight wake-up. Most of us claimed spots in the sardine shack and then proceeded to get as comfortable as we could for the next 6-8 hrs. Some folks actually slept as I could hear faint snoring, while others listened to their ipods. I was so anxious that I could not sleep at all (most people dont) and was feeling the mild effects of altitude.
Our wake-up came around midnight and we had one hour to eat and prepare ourselves for the weather and increasingly hostile conditions the higher we got. I was geared up, roped in, and a little chilly, but took time to look up and notice how brilliant the night sky was. We stepped off in teams of four (roped together with harnesses) into the glacier field with our crampon’s on our feet (special metal spike plates that attach to your boots to make you stick into the side of ice slopes.) It was dark and the only light was the illumination from our headlamps on our helmets. The only sound was the crunch-crunch of our boots as we snaked our way up. Nobody said a word- as you can imagine what was going through our heads.
We took a break every hour and were encouraged to consume calories and drink a few ounces. We had to quickly pull out our puffy down parka’s every break to keep our body temp warm. The temperature was getting colder and the wind was starting to howl. At every break we were starting to loose people to the cold and effects of higher elevations. The extra guides would break off and start taking the returning hikers back to relative safety at Muir.
The wind was whipping so furiously now that it became increasingly harder to stand and at rest stops things would blow out of your hands if not careful. You could not have your gloves off for long, otherwise numbness would quickly set in. We took another break at 12,300 ft. and the guides checked us one by one. They said “if you don’t have 3/4 of a tank in you in terms of energy..it may be a good idea to turn back now. Beyond this stop its the point of no return.” At this point, I was forcing myself to swallow a bite of a frozen Snickers bar and knew I was in trouble. My head was pounding and I was delirious from lake of sleep. That’s when I made the heart wrenching decision to turn back and not jeopardize the safety of the rest of the team. What made the decision even harder was the fact that I could clearly see the summit, but it was still a few hours away. I was exhausted and beaten for the time being but we truly had done our best.
So we did not summit Rainier, but made it higher than any other mountain in Washington. At 12,300 we were clearly higher than the rest of the surrounding mountains including Adams, Hood, and St. Helens. The trip down was slow and one guy on our team had terrible altitude sickness and was vomiting. He never once said a word. I was just trying to enjoy the spectacular views and make sure this guy doesn’t stumble off the ledge and take us with him. Slowly the sun came up and I realized how precarious some of the trails had been with 2 or 3 feet next to a drop that was several hundred feet down. Or a small jump across a crevasse only to realize that it was 100 ft. straight down (kind of like jumping from one building to another..but close) and a misstep would have been disastrous.
I would highly recommend this climb to anyone. It was worth every cent and was unlike anything I’ve ever done in my life. Climbing mountains and hiking is real fun and a great sport too. Of the 18 who started out at base camp on Mt. Rainier only 8 can say that they reached the top.




















