Mt. St. Helens
Dan, Pretish, Sandy, and I thought it would be fun to hike up Mt. St. Helens (an active volcano in the Cascades). We set a date -- July 14-15, 2001. Unfortunately, Dan and Pretish wimped out. Sandy and I still went, and fortunately we were lucky enough to get a climbing permit.
For info on climbing permits and current climbing conditions, clock on this link: http://www.fs.fed.us/gpnf/mshnvm/So, Saturday, July 14, Sandy and I hiked up from the Climbers Bivouac at 3800 FASL (feet above sea level) to 4750 FASL and set up camp. This was quite close to the tree line at 4800 FT. The weather Saturday was quite nice -- we had great views of Mt. Hood and especially Mt. Adams. Sorry, I didn't grab any pictures -- I was too busy setting up camp before it got dark.
Here is a picture of Sandy and her tent:
The next morning we departed camp at 8:00 AM and started the 3570 FT vertical scramble to the summit of the volcano. The weather on Sunday was mostly cloudy -- we caught glimpses of Hood and Adams, but they were partially obscured by clouds.
Here's me with some (purple) pink heather.
Here's Sandy in an action shot.
It was sunny for much of the climb -- here's a shot of sandy with cloud layers both above and below.
More shots on the way up:
Unfortunately, the summit was covered in clouds. I got many of comments on my attire -- other climbers seemed to think I should be cold. In reality, it was a bit nippy, but I didn't think it was too cold (~45 degrees F, and wind gusting to ~40 MPH).
Here we are on the summit. Can you spot the cauldron?
Here's a shot of part of Monitor ridge (marked with the posts). This is the route we took to the summit.
Back down at camp, time for a nap...
Ground she's movin' under me
Tidal waves out on the sea,
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Let me hear ya now
Now my girl quickly said to me, mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot, you betta lava me now or lava me not
No time to count what I'm worth, >cause I just left the planet earth,
Where I go I hope there's rum, not to worry, mon soon come
But I don't want to land in New York City
I don't want to land in Mexico
I don't want to land on no three mile island
I don't want to see my skin aglow
Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park
Or in Nashville Tennessee
I don't want to land in no San Juan airport
Or in the Yukon Territory
Don't want to land no San Diego
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay
I don't want to land on no Eye-A-Toll-A
I got nothin' more to say