The emotional highs and lows of a weekend trip up Mt. Whitney
Late Wednesday night (8/23), my colleague approached me with the great gift of an alternate spot on a 6 member Whitney expedition. I quickly accepted the gracious offer and further pushed to get my 62 year old father on the trip as well. Summiting in June, I was mentally & physically prepared, but had no idea the lasting impression my 3rd trip would have on me.
Camped at Portal Friday night to acclimate, after meeting my international group (two Indians, Ganesh & Vijay, Vagalis from Greece, Jan from Taiwan, and Californian’s Lane, Dan & myself) we embarked on our trip on Saturday a.m. at approximately 8:00. We gave Dan (my father) a 1 ½ hour head start only to find his methodical, yet steady pace waiting for our young legs just before Trail Camp. Along the way, I was inspired by the ½ a dozen or so groups that were leaving the Sierras from tours on the JMT and SNP trails (I secretly dream about being laid off so I can take such a once in a lifetime trip!). The weather was more than perfect when we got to trail camp, warm, sunny and virtually no imposing High Sierra wind. Every thing went according to plan, no altitude sickness or even headaches for the entire group. Two enthused members of our group, Vagalis and Vijay, decided to make the Summit and returned at approximately 6:00 to report excellent trail conditions and reverence to join the rest of the team for the Summit day on Sunday morning. Trail camp was fairly snug with typical August crowds, but the boisterous nature of each team kept the mood of the camp in great spirits. Of particular note was the Bulgarian group, who were especially excited to be there and lifted all spirits around them (so bummed I missed GM time at the Summit house!). We camped next to a great father son duo, Pete & Conner from HB.
Just before turning in at approx 10:00 a day hiker (Marion) made her way into trail camp via the Summit to report that one of her colleagues (Marylyn) was hurt and remained at Trial Crest. They were attempting a day hike via the Mountaineers route when they were separated by the other two members of their party due to Marylyn taking a fall while scrambling up the notch. After summiting, she suffered another setback spraining/breaking her ankle forcing Marion to head down alone to seek help. She reached her goal of notifying someone of the situation and was vehemently intent on returning for her friend to bring her down. After evaluating Marion for dehydration, body temp and AMS, our group outfitted her with extra clothing, food, emergency blankets, trekking poles and a radio to maintain contact. As she made her way back up the switchbacks, myself and Lane went to try to locate the forest ranger to notify him of the situation. Unfortunately her rescue attempt came up short and she returned to trail camp without Marylyn. Marion clearly had lost her energy and was probably suffering from some slight AMS when she returned. We decided to keep her down at trail camp while we determined if it was best to attempt the rescue when day light broke. We borrowed Pete’s satellite phone and at 11:38p.m. and placed a call to my good backcountry partner, Chris. He spend the next hour at his home in Montrose on the phone (and another hour at 5:00 Sunday morning) with Inyo County Sheriffs to arrange for a search and rescue.
While deliberating on what our best options were at that point, a light came upon me that was greater than the extraordinary Perseid Meteor Shower Mother Nature had planed for that night. It was the head lamp of the weekend’s hero, Jonathan, a solo night hiker from Northern California. I debriefed him on the situation of a stranded day hiker which could not be located and encouraged him to keep an eye out near trail crest. Sure enough, Jonathan found Marylyn and kept her hypothermia from progressing by putting the both of them in his sleeping bag to warm her up. Early in the morning Marion caught up with Jonathon and retained her vow to her battered friend. It wasn’t until 5:00 that evening (why I have not idea since S&R was notified the night before and acted the morning of) until she was AirVac’d out from Outpost camp.
Those two girls displayed such great courage and perseverance all the while maintaining the brightest attitude that we all should look up to. Nonetheless, let this serve a serious warning that despite near perfect weather, the “MW highway” is still an extremely dangerous place and safety, preparation and prudence should be placed at the top every hiker’s priorities no matter how experienced a guest of the wilderness is. Aside from the dramatic events that took place, summiting with my Dad was an amazing happening that I will hold dearly in my heart.