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Scenes like these are what kept me going up, rather than down when I noticed that I was starting to have problems with my boots. The photographer "wannabe" in me knew that we were in for a great day with good opportunities for spectacular photos.
So here are the details of how I got myself into and out of this predicament:
While packing gear, I recalled that my feet had been a little cold at times on the hike up Whitney the previous week, using Gore-Tex trail runners, so I decided I'd throw a pair of winter boots into the trunk. Since I hadn't worn them in a while, I decided on the Trezeta's. These are a hybrid plastic/leather boot that are very warm, very dry (Gore-Tex liner) and kind of heavy. They'd make for a good, safe winter workout.
(Skipping to when the problems started...)
As I approached my usual rest stop slightly above LBSL, I noticed that my left foot felt like I was wearing a pair of flip-flops. OK, we'll finally get to put the duct tape wrapped around the trekking poles to good use. (Alan, I'm way ahead of you on this one, although I don't think I'll ever climb with a tube of Shoe Goo in my pack!) Since I didn't have a whole lot of tape, I decided I'd split the tape down the middle so that I could double-wrap the loose sole.
This solution lasted all of about 5 minutes due to the cold and wet conditions.
OK, what now?
I remembered that I had my pulse oximeter in the pack. It has a neck strap. Cool, I'll tie the sole up with it.
Worked like a charm. I was on my merry way up past Clyde Meadow, UBSL and the steeper slope above.
As I was starting to think about taking another break, I noticed that I no longer had a sole on my right boot. What the ...
OK, it's time for some food (Thanks, Beach. McGriddle sandwiches are a great idea.) and thought.
We're on snow now. How about putting the boots together and holding things in place with your crampons.
Excellent idea!
Worked great!
I climbed up to Iceberg and watched the storm clouds move in-and-out for an hour, or so.
There was enough snow coverage so that I was able to keep the crampons off of rock until I was down below Clyde Meadow. It was interesting trying to keep the crampons from grinding on rock as I crossed the slabs and descended to LBSL.
At about the same time, it started snowing heavily.
Now I'm starting to worry! I've still got the descent of the EB Ledges. Conditions are going to at least be wet, and by the time I get down there, there may be an accumlation of snow.
Can I call down and get someone to bring me another pair of boots up? No, your phone in sitting under the driver's seat!
(Skipping to the EB Ledges...)
I had kept the crampons on for the whole way down to the ledges. I was a little upset, since I knew that I'd probably done irreparable damage to my points with the amount of grinding that I did on the way down.
OK, what now? Downclimb barefoot (Ted could probably do it)?
Think fast, it's snowing too hard to stand around here very long.
I was fairly confident that the left boot would be OK. I stripped the strap from one of my crampons and used it to lash the right sole to the boot.
As you know, I made it down to tell the tale.
The patchwork lasted until I made the stream crossing (I wasn't about to try and down climb the Rockwell Shortcut.) From there down to the Portal, I was "limping," since my right leg was now about 2 inches shorter than my left.
I was amazed at the scene I saw at the Portal. No signs of life. (I later learned that Doug, and company, had departed at about 6:30pm and I arrived shortly before 7:00pm.) A thin blanket of new snow covering everything in sight. I was so tempted to break out a flashlight and do some night scene shots, but by this time I really wanted to get out of the snow and get some real food...