A Second Chance at Mount Whitney
Back in May, after walking almost 800 miles north on the PCT from the Mexico border, I got to the base of Mount Whitney during a snowstorm. Crabtree Meadows looked like a refugee camp of thru-hikers who couldnt move forward up Whitney or north over Forester Pass because of whiteout conditions and 40 inches of snow on the trail.
Realizing that a Whitney ascent wasnt going to happen for me then, I sat in my tent and cried. The next day, I backtracked 20 miles and bailed out of the High Sierra via Cottonwood Pass, vowing that I would come back to do the John Muir Trail section (which extends from Yosemite to Mount Whitney) in the summer.
So I went off and hiked the rest of California. Six weeks later, I found myself back on the John Muir Trail heading south. I was determined to finish hiking my home state atop Mount Whitney, the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States. The mountain had evaded me once but this time it was going to happen, dammit.
But then, on July 28when I was already about 13,000 feet up the 14,600-foot peakI seriously questioned whether I would be able to summit. My posse had left Guitar Lake (elevation: 11,000 feet) at 12:30 a.m. to catch the sunrise on top of Whitney, and I foolishly didnt eat or drink anything before the ascent. By the time I reached 13,500 feet, I was overcome with altitude sickness like Ive never felt before. My head throbbed as if my brain was being squeezed through a tube. My legs felt like Jello and I started having trouble walking straight on the rocky trail (the darkness didnt help). I could hardly breathe. It occurred to me that maybe I should eat something, but the nausea coursing through my body made food very unappealing.
I had to sit down for ten minutes every few hundred feet of elevation gain after that. Other hikers who were less effected kept stopping to check on me because I was literally moaning. It was embarrassing. I had hiked 1,600 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail and I couldnt handle Mount Whitney?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I made it to the emergency shelter at the top. I burst through the doorway and collapsed on the stone floor. One of the three hikers resting in there asked, Are you OK? I shook my head feebly and managed to squeak out, Altitude. Despite my nausea, the others coaxed me into consuming trail mix and an electrolyte drink. Luckily, within 20 minutes, I felt much better and thanked the other hikers profusely for looking out for me.
The moment the first rays of sunlight burst in the east, I realized that the suffering had been worth it. Watching the sunrise from atop the highest mountain in the continental US after months of dreaming about it was surreal. As streaks of pink, orange, and gold illuminated the sky, my JMT trail family sat huddled together in our sleeping bags, perched above caverns and canyons of rock, and joyfully singing, Im on the top of the world looking down on creation…
As the sunlight transformed the hazy world around me, I thought about all that I had seen and experienced in three plus months of hiking California: the desert with its rattlesnakes, cacti, the LA Aqueduct, and Deep Creek Hot Springs; the Sierra, featuring intensely challenging mountain passes, breathtaking lakes, and abundant wildflowers; NorCal with its steaming lakes and geysers in Lassen Volcanic National Park and miles of exposed burn areas through the Hat Creek Rim; and the stunning Trinity Alps and Klamath Mountains west of Shasta. Even though I had to flip-flop all over the trail in California, there was no place I would rather finish hiking my incredible home state than on top of Mount Whitney. Truly, at that moment, I couldnt have been happier.
Janel “Gazelle” (IG: @janelgazelle) is hiking the PCT to fundraise for girl empowerment nonprofits. To learn more or support the cause, visit gofundme.com/hikeforgirls.
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