Mt. McKinley, known by its native name of Denali, is the tallest mountain on the North American continent standing at 20,320ft.  In June of 2014, Parker made a second attempt to complete his second summit of the Seven Summits on Denali.

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Summary:

After 21 days of climbing on the mountain, one week of sleeping at High Camp (17,200ft), battling -52°F wind chill, 50mph winds, constant white-out conditions, and a 24hr “death march” from High Camp to Base Camp, our team returned safely to Talkeetna, Alaska with no major injuries or frostbite.  No climbers summitted during the days we spent at High Camp, and the few private teams that made attempts were either injured or turned back by the high winds and cold temperatures.  We were the only guided team to hold out at High Camp through that time period and I am thankful for our guides who gave us the best possible chance at a summit, but who also had the wisdom to hold us back when the weather was unsafe to climb.  I will be updating this post with notes and pictures over the next few days.

The Approach:

Houston, TX to Talkeetna, AK

May 23, 2014

After spending all night packing, a full day of work, and fighting rush hour traffic, I arrived at the airport on time, thanks to a ride I bummed from my buddy Taylor.  Denali requires a lot of gear, and I made the mistake of waiting until the night before the trip to get it all together, sacrificing any hope of sleep in the process.  I made it through security and randomly ran into a co-worker, Amber, on the same flight.  I made a few new friends, chatted about the mountains, snuck onto the plane with my overweight carry-on, and passed out moments after take-off.  A quick 10 minute transfer in Denver and I was on my next flight to Anchorage, once again, desperately attempting to catch up on sleep.

May 24, 2014

We landed in Anchorage, Alaska at 1:00am in the morning and the only thing that was open was the terminal McDonald’s.  I slammed a tasty Double Cheeseburger Meal (you get a free pass on healthy eating during vaca, right?) before heading on to grab my bags.  My train ride wasn’t until 8:15am, so I found myself sleeping on a bench next to a handful of other assorted hippies and travelers.

On the way to the train station, the smoke in the sky became immediately apparent.  My co-worker in Anchorage, Sam, had warned me of the wildfires in Kenai that were clouding the air with smoke.  I didn’t notice a smell, but was happy to be on the way to Talkeetna where the skies are clear and the sun never sets.

The train ride to Talkeetna is filled with beautiful countryside, wildlife, mountains, and scenery.  Talkeetna is a quaint little town and the last stop for mountaineers before serving as a launching pad for flying onto the mountain.  I checked into the House of Seven Trees Hostel and got settled in before taking a walk down to the Susitna River.  For dinner I headed over to the West Rib Pub for a burger.  I haven’t quite worked up the appetite for their Man vs. Food options, but I’m sure I’ll be back to conquer that post-climb.

May 25, 2014

Today I partook in the Skills Workshop in preparation for the climb.  While it was not required, it was a good opportunity to meet several of my teammates and practice together before flying out.  I had a chance to meet our guides Larry Holmgren and Dusty Eroh.  They definitely know their stuff and I will be in good hands.  Most of the day was spent going over basic rope team glacier travel, knots, running protection, and crevasse rescue.  It was a good refresher and gave plenty of time for me to get to know my teammates Frank, Kyle, and Uwe.  The remaining two, David and Kali, will join us in the morning.  Of the six of us, half have been on the mountain before, and each were forced to turn around on account of poor weather conditions.

With tomorrow being Memorial Day, I decided to pay my respects to a different kind of memorial over at the Talkeetna Cemetery.  Over 100 climbers have died attempting Mount McKinley and their names, ages, and countries are recorded on a plaque.  It is a humbling reminder of the seriousness of the mountain.

Walking through town after dinner and I had the honor of meeting Talkeetna’s famous Mayor Stubbs, the cat.  Folklore has it that the townspeople of Talkeetna were so upset by the disappointing candidates for Mayor that they petitioned for Stubbs to win the vote via a write-in.  Sure enough Stubbs won and has been Mayor ever since.  Stubbs is 16 years old and just last year survived a dog attack that left him in the hospital.  Today he seemed happy to relax in the sun and make the best of his ninth life.

May 26, 2014

Our team spent the day meticulously reviewing our gear to make sure nothing has been left behind.  We packed lunch bags full of high protein/high calorie food, snacks, and candy bars.  After running down the checklist and marking everything off, our team dawned our “Action Suit” and packed up for the plane flight onto the glacier.

The Climb:

Lower Glacier 7,200ft

May 26, 2014

Today we flew onto the glacier and setup base camp at 7,200ft for the night.  Kyle, Frank, and I take one tent while Uwe, David, and Kali take the other tent.  Kyle and Frank are also returning to Denali for the second time.  They were turned back at Windy Corner in 2013 due to high rock fall.  My former Denali guide from 2012, Dustin English, also flew in with a separate team and will be on the same pace as us, on the West Buttress, except his team plans to do a traverse after the summit.

Dinner: Salmon Burgers w/ Cheese and Spinach Salad

May 27, 2014

We woke up at 4AM and it took quite a while to get everyone packed and roped up.  We were moving by 7:30AM and it took us 3.5hrs to descend Heartbreak Hill and advance to Camp 1 at 7.800ft.  Our guides comment that we are a fast group compared to some others which have taken as much as 8hrs to make the move.  We are feeling confident and relatively strong.  We dug a kitchen out of the snow to set up our “Mid” (kitchen tent).  It snowed all day with white-out conditions preventing views of the mountains.  Despite the poor conditions, it was a nice relief from the typically hot lower glacier to be shaded from the sun.

May 28, 2014

Today should have been a cache day to 10,000ft but there was over a foot of fresh snow and no visibility so we took a weather day to wait for the conditions to improve.  The Japanese team went for it today and it took them 12 hours to to complete the cache, causing one team member to quit the expedition.

Breakfast: Bagels w/ Sausage and Cheese | Dinner: Mac & Cheese w/ Chili and Bacon

May 29, 2014

After burning up a weather day yesterday, we were anxious to put in the cache at 10,200ft today but the weather is still uncooperative.  We prepare for a tough day and head out into 0°F wind chill temperatures with no visibility whatsoever.  We got lost a bit at the beginning, having to cross back and forth across the glacier looking for the route, all the while breaking trail through the heavy snow.  Eventually, with the GPS coordinated we found our way and made it to the cache site.  I had to use my heaviest gloves today to fight the cold.  All of my gear and clothing is coated in a film of ice from the climb today.  It is strange to see conditions this bitter on the lower glacier.

Breakfast: Hashbrowns | Dinner: Noodle Stir Fry

Camp 11,200ft

May 30, 2014

“Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”

-Matthew 10:29-31-

Today should be our move day to 11,200ft camp but we once again awoke to terrible weather, high winds, and white out conditions.  Compounding the problem, our Mid ripped in the night after the snowfall collapsed the tent on top of  a fuel can.  The guides delay the move in hopes of clearing weather while they repair the tent.  By noon, little has changed and they leave it up to a vote with the understanding that this may be one of the most challenging moves of the trip.  Our team confidently agrees that we are willing to press on despite the weather.  David and I volunteer to take the spots just behind the guides on the rope teams and end up breaking trail all day.  We pass multiple dead birds along the way today; one was even under our tent as we packed up.  They freeze to death after being blown onto the glacier by the storms.  It is an ominous sign that we are in an extremely uninhabitable place.  Due to the late start, we didn’t make it to 11,200ft camp until 9PM.  Today was cold enough to require face protection to avoid frostbite.  I was constantly having to swing blood into my arms to keep my fingers from going numb.  This is not typical for the lower mountain, but if we have to have bad weather, I’d rather deal with it now than on summit day.

Breakfast: Tofu Scramble Burritos | Dinner: Pesto Pasta

May 31, 2014

We slept in a bit today after a hard day of work yesterday.  We awoke to at least a foot of fresh snow, having to unbury the tents and build a kitchen.  -10°F wind chill temperatures as we head down to retrieve the cached gear.  With the stinging winds, this is likely some of the coldest weather I have ever felt.  On the way back from the cache, we unfortunately got stuck behind a very slow-moving Japanese team who are just finishing their long move day.  We all struggled to keep our hands warm and were happy to finally return to camp and enjoy some tasty pizza for dinner.

Breakfast: Bagels and Sausage w/ Cream Cheese | Dinner: Pepperoni “Pizza”

June 1, 2014

The first clear day of the trip, we can see the route for the first time as well as the awesome Mount Foraker in the distance.  Our guides want us to wait before putting in our cache at 13,500ft due to high winds at Windy Corner.  It can be hard to wait when the weather seems so clear but there is no reason to make a decision in haste.  The danger of the same corner prematurely ended the climbs of my tent-mates the year prior.

Breakfast: Hashbrowns and Bacon | Dinner: Pulled pork w/ cheese Burritos

June 2, 2014

“One cannot conceive grander burial than that which lofty mountains bend and crack and shatter to make, or a nobler tomb than the great upper basin of Denali; but life is sweet and all men are loath to leave it, and certainly never men who cling to life had more cause to be thankful.”

-Episcopal Archdeacon, Hudson Stuck, Leader of First Successful Ascent of Denali in 1913-

Today was the beautiful climb to the 13,500ft cache that moves up Motorcycle Hill to Squirrel Hill, to the Polo Fields, and then around Windy Corner to the cache site.  I took spot 2 on the rope team again today and broke trail most of the day.  We cross several exposed crevasses today including the section where four bodies are still trapped from an avalanche in 2012.  Windy Corner lived up to its name, but I learned my lesson in 2012 and made sure to keep my hands and face well covered to avoid frostbite.  Kali got tangled up in her sled rope and fell a couple of times on the way down but I was just behind her on the rope team and caught her each time.  The views on today’s route are incredible, but the temperatures are noticeably colder by at least 20 degrees compared to the last time I was here in 2012.

As I struggle to fall asleep with some stomach pain, the commotion of the Japanese can be heard from across the camp.  They must be playing some sort of game because every few minutes the whole group roars into a progressively louder “aaaaaAAAH!!!!!!” before following with some laughter.  The sound reminds me of the scene in Indiana Jones where a snake charmer taps on a snake bucket and the whole crowd gathers around to place their bets.  I have no idea what the Japanese are up to, but I’m sure it is something equally foreign to my imagination.  In such an uninhabitable place, moments like this offer a brief mental relief.  The joy of the human spirit stands in contrast to constant realization that we are sleeping in a land not meant for human beings.

Breakfast: Oatmeal and Pop Tarts | Dinner: Rice, Bean, and Sausage Burritos

Camp 14,200ft

June 3, 2014

Today is one of the longer move days on the expedition as we advance to 14,000ft camp.  At this point I am thankful that I spent so much time consolidating my gear into the lightest bunch possible before the trip.  Many climbers make the mistake of carrying heavy loads because they bring to many “nice to haves” rather than “need to haves”.  Gear is a poor substitute for experience.  It cannot get you up the mountain.  Pack light and pack smart.  In the mountains, grams = ounces, ounces = pounds, and pounds = PAIN!  Speaking of pounds, our expedition carried a total of 1,000lbs of gear onto the glacier divided among the eight of us.  While my personal gear was a bit lighter, thanks to some careful packing, I was still responsible for carrying my portion of group gear including tents, stoves, food, etc…

The weather continues to improve today turning slightly warmer with almost no wind and few clouds.  This is an especially rare treat for what has been, thus far, a relatively gloomy trip.  I am on a strong rope team today with Frank and Kali.  As we finished Motorcycle Hill and took a break at the base of Squirrel Hill, you could begin to hear that not all was well with our other rope team.  I can faintly make out Kyle and Dusty yelling back and forth about a crampon.  Apparently Kyle had stepped into a crevasse and lost his crampon, an absolutely critical piece of gear that keeps one from slipping and falling off the mountain.  He kept his balance as Uwe helped retrieve the crampon, and put it back on while on the side of the steep icy slope, only to have it fall off again 5 minutes later because he had too much snow between the crampon and his boot.  Meanwhile he is getting crossed up with the rope and there is little his teammates can do to safely help.  The entire crisis lasts near half an hour as my rope team continues to wait just out of sight.  After what felt like an eternity, they rounded the corner, looking slightly unnerved, and joined our rope team once again.

The rest of the day went much smoother, but my rope team ended up leading the whole day, meaning I was once again breaking trail the entire time.  As we took a break at the cache site, David and I petitioned to haul it up with us rather than doing a back carry the following day.  Our half-hearted plea was mostly ignored as everyone was ready to just get to camp and were far too tired to carry any additional gear.

We entered 14,200ft Camp and moved into and abandoned “compound” where a previous team had already built ice walls.  It feels incredibly rewarding to be back at 14k after being gone for two years and working so hard to return.  I feel as if my climb is, just now, finally beginning.

Breakfast: English Muffins and Sausage w/ Jam and Cream Cheese | Dinner: Rice and Chicken w/ Curry

June 4, 2014

We sleep in, then spend an hour and a half going down to 13,500ft and retrieving our cached gear.  I got to lead on the way down which was fun, but that meant I was at the end of the rope on the way back.  The back of the rope is no fun because you tend to get whipped around; as the lead climber is coming over a hill and speeding up yet you are still on your way up the hill and having to hurry to keep the pace.  I would be happy to take my spot at the front again, even if that means I have to break trail.

Back at 14k Camp the guides call a team meeting to decide how we feel about advancing to 16,200ft to put in our cache tomorrow rather than taking the usual rest day.  Half of the team admits to being tired after the long move but everyone agrees that we should give it our best effort and keep pushing forward.  The decision would send us up the steep and icy fixed lines the following day, so we spent the afternoon practicing fixed line ascension and clipping in and out of running protection.

14,200ft Camp is like a small village with tents and teams scattered all over inside of ice-block walls with snow trampled foot paths wandering from camp to camp.  It is an international affair with many camps flying national flags spanning from Canada to Belgium to Ecuador and everything in between.  Spaniard Kilian Jornet is preparing for a speed ascent of the mountain and descent on skiis.  Another group of skiers are walking from camp to camp trying to unload unused food and fuel after a completed trip.  A helicopter flies in and out from the National Park Service tent to resupply its volunteers.  Two famed Nepalese Sherpa have been honored to join the Park Service for the climbing season.  A team of active military jokingly display a “Free WiFi” sign.  This small international village, perched on the side of Mt. McKinley, is unlike anything else in the world.

There is not enough group gear for everyone to carry an equal load tomorrow so the guides decide we will draw straws to see who has to carry the extra weight.  Dusty, Kali, Frank, and Uwe draw the short straws while the rest of us will carry only personal gear to the cache.  Kyle is low on salty food so I make a trade of 3 packs of Corn Nuts in exchange for 6 Gu packets my way.  I’m getting to know my teammates a little better.  Frank once circumnavigated the globe by bicycle in his early 30s.  Kyle has climbed many spectacular peaks around the globe.  David has climbed 49 of the 50 highpoints in the States, Denali being the 50th.  German, Uwe is a former math prof turned Silicon Valley data miner who is also an avid surfer.  Kali is a member of the Air Force and we have many climbs in common. When not guiding, Dusty is a professional seamster, making custom backpacks, wallets, and bike bags. Larry splits his time between guiding in Alaska and South America, as well as leading fishing trips and wilderness film crews.  Our team is just as diverse as the camp which we call our temporary home.

Breakfast: Hashbrowns and Bacon w/ Cream Cheese and Picante | Dinner: Pasta w/ Olive Oil and Tomatoes

June 5, 2014

As we were hurrying to gear up for our ascent of the fixed lines, we are suddenly halted by Dusty who delivers the news that Larry is not feeling well.  Since Dusty can only lead a max of four team members on his rope, two of us would have to stay behind at 14k camp while Larry rested to try and get well.  Since I had been up the lines in 2012, the guides decided I did not need the experience as much as my fellow teammates and that I would be staying behind.  Kyle decided that he could use a rest day and volunteered to stay behind as well.  The other four would be advancing the gear to 16,200ft with Dusty at the lead.  Kyle convinces David to carry his personal gear up to the cache on his behalf, a move he likened to winning the lottery twice in one day.  I was left with my personal gear in hand, likely to have a slightly heavier pack once we made the full move to high camp.  It’s a little disappointing watching your teammates take off without you; feeling like you let them down, but I understood the decision and took the opportunity to take a nap.

Three short hours later and the rope team returns a bit earlier than expected.  Apparently the heavy snow of the day began to sluff at the base of the fixed lines, causing quite dangerous conditions.  They were forced to abandon the cache at the base of the lines and return to camp having completed a little more than half of the intended move.  It sounded like a stressful day, and Dusty made a point to reiterate the importance of loud communication while on the rope to ensure safety.  Larry claims to be feeling better at dinner, but the guides determine that tomorrow will be a rest day.

Breakfast: Granola w/ Sugar | Dinner: Rice, Bacon, and Cheese Burritos

June 6, 2014

Today is a rest day for the team but due to my extra rest yesterday I am feeling more like advancing to High Camp.  Despite my readiness, I understand the importance of allowing everyone to recover before safely continuing.  The downtime allows us to catch up on camp gossip.  After a slow move to 14k Camp, Dustin’s traverse team has abandoned their traverse ambition for a lighter North+South summits goal.  A wealthy female climber with three personal guides gave up on the climb after a hard day on the fixed lines.  The owner of our guide company is personally leading a Chinese woman to High Camp today.  She is attempting a speed record for completing all seven summits after a controversial summit on Everest last month. The Japanese team moves to High Camp today.

Dusty grabs an intern guide and heads back to the fixed lines to see if they can advance the cache abandoned by our team the day prior.  They return several hours later having succeeded in pushing the cache to 16,200ft and reporting that the fixed lines were now in much better condition.  The intern, named Base, looks exhausted from the long day, but we all thank him for his help and share in our meatball dinner as we prepare for our move to High Camp tomorrow.  Tomorrow will be the highest I have been on the mountain since 2012 – when we were turned back by avalanche danger after reaching the 16,200ft cache.

Breakfast: French Toast w/ Syrup | Dinner: Italian pasta and Meatballs

High Camp 17,200ft

June 7, 2014

Today the guides assign positions on the rope teams for the first time.  I would be on the back of Dusty’s rope with Kali and Frank in front of me.  This would leave me with the responsibility for cleaning the carabiners from each of the running protections as we traveled along the precarious ridge to high camp.  I was invigorated to see High Camp for the first time and was feeling plenty up for the challenge.  I carry a full pack today because I am the only one with personal gear that didn’t make it to the cache.

We make it to the usually busy fixed lines, and only two other teams are following us up to High Camp.  One team led by another guide service, Mountain Trip, and the second team composed of NPS volunteers and a Sherpa.  My rope team handles the fixed lines well, finishing a good 15 minutes ahead of our other team who is struggling a bit with the altitude.  We congratulate the Chinese woman as she passes on the down lines after successfully summitting in only 7 days.  From the top of the fixed lines we retrieve the cache and move past Washburn’s Thumb and along the high ridge to camp, clipping into running protection all along the way.  The altitude is getting to some of our teammates.  One team member loses his footing in a relatively tame section, which causes Dusty to consider turning the team around for safety.  Another team member has such labored breathing he appears he could collapse with exhaustion at any moment.  Unfortunately, there is no margin for error on the razor-thin ridge.  With several thousand feet of drop off on either side, everyone had to draw on their reserve strength to stay focused and make it to camp safely.

After 8 long hours we finally make it to High Camp at 17,200ft above sea level.  We work hard to set up a solid camp but several of the teammates are so oxygen deprived that they can barely lift a shovel.  I join Dusty, Larry, and Kali in the guide tent to help conserve space as they will be cooking in the vestibule rather than setting up the Mid at High Camp.

While eating dinner, we listen to the radio as the Japanese team struggles to descend from the summit.  A few of the climbers were so exhausted that they lashed two rope teams together to prevent a dangerous fall.  The sound of a 20 hour summit day did not sound that appealing, and I am hoping that we are strong enough to complete it closer to 12 hours.  The weather forecast comes over the radio forecasting some extremely poor conditions beginning on Monday the 9th.  Our guides decide that our best opportunity to summit will be in the morning before the “nuclear” winds and freezing temperatures arrive.  It’s hard to fall asleep knowing that everything you have been working for could come to fruition the following day.

Breakfast: Bagel w/ Cheese and Bacon | Dinner: Mashed Potatoes

June 8, 2014

We wake up to snow and strong winds today.  As the weather deteriorates, the guides call off the summit attempt rather than risk potential frostbite by pushing through the cold.  With today’s opportunity gone and a “nuclear” forecast of -20°F temperatures and 40mph winds beginning tomorrow, our only hope of a summit window is that the storm doesn’t arrive as forecasted or that it lifts before our last weather day on Thursday the 12th.  Having finished their summit, the Japanese head down.  Having heard the ominous forecast, the NPS and Mountain Trip teams flee from High Camp and abandon any chance at the summit.  Dustin’s traverse team is down below at 14k Camp and decides to stay put rather than advance into questionable weather.  We could descend today before the storm comes in, but that would almost definitely be the end of our trip.  We feel strong and decide to hold out, despite the coming weather, in the hopes we may get a rare summit window.  With the exception of a private team consisting of a couple of Russians, all other teams have left from High Camp.

Breakfast: Oatmeal | Dinner: Cheese and Baconbit Quesadillas

June 9, 2014

The sky actually looks much clearer today than it did yesterday, but the sunshine is deceiving.  Strong winds are whipping over the summit and Frank records the wind chill at -30°F.  The guides seemed like they would really like to attempt the summit but they call it off by noon due to the high winds.  They made the right call as gusts of 50mph reach camp by this afternoon.  Despite the freezing cold, the tent has a way of acting like a convection oven in the afternoon sun.  With the UV rays bouncing off the walls it can reach an exhausting 90°F inside of the tent on a bright day; over 100° higher than the frostbite inducing cold perilously waiting just beyond the tent wall.

Despite the freezing temperatures and wind, I choose to run food and water to our teammates in the other tent simply to escape the heat of our noonday tent.  After losing feeling in my fingers within seconds of stepping outside, I quickly question the wisdom of this charity walk.  At this altitude, you pay the price for fresh air.

Breakfast: Oatmeal | Dinner: White Rice and Tasty Bites

June 10, 2014

Today brought sustained winds of 35mph with even higher gusts all night long.  We definitely will not be attempting the summit today.  It took 4 hours to finish boiling water and preparing breakfast.  The winds caused a snowdrift to completely bury and nearly collapse the other tent.  In a panic, several of the team members were running around in the cold like chickens with their heads cut off.  The guides rush in yelling to cover their faces and hands before they get frostbite, and they work quickly to solve the problem.  As they shoveled snow away to uncover the tent, they had to run back to our tent multiple times to thaw their frozen fingers.  Their pained faces and relentless cursing conveyed the severity of the situation.  I meagerly offered to help, to which I was sternly told to “STAY IN THE TENT!” I got the picture and stayed out of the way, thankful that they were working hard to keep us safe.

After the ordeal, you could sense that the other tent was beginning to lose some morale.  While most teams spend little more than 24 hours at High Camp we were now on Day 4 with no relief in sight.  Once everyone calms down and warms their frozen bodies back to life, the guides explain that we will be here no more than two more days.  Thursday the 12th will be our “Up or Down” day based on the weather.  Despite the challenges thus far, I’m still feeling quite strong and desperately want an opportunity at the summit.  I feel like, after what we have been through, we have earned the right to at least give it a chance.  But the forecast comes on the radio and crushes that wish with a call for -25°F and 45mph winds, the worst we would see yet.  The Russians came over to inquire about the forecast and responded with a choice exclamation that needed no translation.  They were ready to go down and were wanting to follow us out as soon as we were ready to fight the weather.

I figure I should make use of the CMC before hell freezes over tomorrow.  In the brief moments my hands are exposed, they instantly go completely numb.  I have never felt such a stinging cold in my life.  It took ten minutes of writhing pain in the tent before I could manage to have a conversation again.  And another 30 minutes before the feeling was back to the fingertips.  If tomorrow is any worse, you can bet I won’t be leaving the tent for anything.  I’m still holding out hope that Thursday might clear and we can make a summit bid.

Breakfast: Hashbrowns | Dinner: Quesadilla

June 11, 2014

As forecasted, today brings the most terrifyingly, bone-marrow-freezing temperatures I have ever experienced.  Frank measures the wind chill at -52°F.  Dusty went out to change the bag on the CMC and spent the next 20 minutes back in the tent thawing his hands and fighting frostbite.  I briefly helped Uwe shovel the tent but quickly lost feeling in my hands despite wearing my heaviest gloves.  The sky is deceptively clear but the winds are still whipping on the summit.  By late afternoon a team of four has come up from 14k Camp and pushes onward toward the summit.  The Russians follow up briefly but turn back due to the unbearable cold.  The team of four eventually falls 200ft down the Autobahn.  Lucky to be alive, they abandon their summit bid and stumble back to High Camp for safety.

Tomorrow’s forecast predicts -20°F temperatures with 20mph summit winds.  That temperature alone might be cold enough to call off a summit bid, but compounded with the winds and it is looking likely that tomorrow will be a “Down” rather than an “Up” day.  I ask the guides about the possibility of extending our time for a few more days, with the hopes of a possible weather window.  They sharply turn down the proposal, knowing that if we don’t take the opportunity to go down, we could be stuck indefinitely.  None-the-less, they stand on their word that if tomorrow’s weather is better, we may still attempt the summit.  I’m hopeful for clear weather, but I’m equally realistic about both the forecast and our deteriorating strength after a week of brutal weather at High Camp.

Breakfast: Granola w/ Raisins and Sugar | Dinner: Ramen Noodles w/ Beef and Baconbits

The Descent

June 12, 2014

We awoke today with the winds still blowing strong across the summit and the temperatures have not lightened in the least.  With the outward forecasts getting better a few teams, including Dustin’s traverse team, are coming up to High Camp today, but we know that without the ability for a summit bid, it is time to go down.  We pack camp and rope up for the descent from High Camp.  I will be on the front of the first rope team and have the responsibility of preparing the running protection for our team.  (The guides typically take the back spot on descent so they can self arrest and catch the team in the case of a fall) It is an awesome feeling to be the first to walk out onto the ridge with nothing in front of you but Mt. Foraker in the distance and thousands of feet of relief on either side of your feet.

I quickly got the hang of finding the protection, adding a carabiner, and clipping off our rope.  As we neared the fixed lines we were met with a backlog of climbers moving up to High Camp.  Dusty yelled down that I should find the down route just below on the right side of the ridge.  I struggled to find the route and had to depend on David to hold me on the rope as I precariously slid around on the side of the ridge slope – searching for another way around.  It was so steep that my feet were giving way, and there was little to stop me from sliding thousands of feet, aside from my trusty rope team.  Realizing that I couldn’t make it any further without dragging the rope team off the side of the mountain, I yelled back that I couldn’t find the alternate route and Dusty encouraged me to return to the ridge if that was the only safe option.

Back on the ridge and feeling more at ease, we now had to battle a bit of a traffic jam.  It took nearly as long to get down to the fixed lines as it had to come up.  At times, I had to clip into the same running protection as the up climbers and do our best to avoid crossing ropes as we passed.  By the time we made it to the fixed lines, Larry’s rope team was looking exhausted.  He was concerned for everyone’s safety after some of our teammates had fallen along some dangerous areas on the ridge.  We headed down the fixed lines with the rope teams much closer, in the event that Larry needed additional help with an exhausted climber.  The weather turns for the worse and many teams are now turning around.  Dustin’s traverse team also turns around, following in behind us as we descend the fixed lines.

Down from the lines and safely back at 14k Camp we duck into the Mid tent of a fellow AMS team to recover with fresh water and make dinner.  After a challenging descent, our guides present us with two options.  One is to go all of the way down to 7,800ft Camp tonight and then on to Base Camp in the morning.  The second option is to stay at 14k Camp for the night and then complete the entire move in the morning.  Our group is divided on the vote but the majority of us are prepared for the long descent and we agree to go with Option #1, the “Death March”.

June 13, 2014

Descending all through the night, we made our way around Windy Corner, back down to the Polo Fields, down Squirrel Hill, and down Motorcycle Hill, post-holing through deep snow all along the way.  At times I would move too fast and my teammates behind would yell to slow the pace.  It can be more unsettling to walk down a steep icy slope than to go up, especially if you are in the back and feel like you are being dragged down the mountain by the guy on the front of the rope team.  I had to learn to be patient and set a more deliberately safe pace.

We made it to 11,200ft Camp in the early hours of the morning, dug up a cache of gear we had left behind, and switched to snowshoes before moving on.  Now that we had passed the steepest portions of the climb, Dusty was willing to come up from the back spot and lead the rope again.  I was so mentally exhausted from a night of trail-finding and pacesetting that I was relieved to be able to relinquish the responsibility.

After several more frozen hours, we finally reached 7,800 Camp and decided to bivy (sleep without tents) for a few hours of rest.  After sleeping in the open for three short hours, we got up to continue the final push toward Base Camp.  The final push into Base Camp is marked by 600ft of ascent known as Heartbreak Hill.  After a 24hr death march, the last thing that anyone wants to do is to hike back up a hill.  But the glacial landing strip is at the top and we had little choice.  Such an ill-placed Hill has the ability to crush a man’s soul.  Having learned my lesson two years ago, I made sure to save enough energy and Gu packets to make it up the hill and back to Base Camp.

We arrived in Base Camp just under 24 hrs after leaving High Camp the day before.  Although planes had flown out that morning, the increasing cloud cover and snow put the camp on hold for the time being.  We waited until early evening before resigning to our fate and pitching tents for the night.  After all of that work, we would have to stay at Base Camp until the weather cleared and the landing strip became flyable again.

June 14, 2014

In the morning we receive word that despite the clouds, a few planes would try to make it into Camp to take out climbers.  There was a four-day storm forecasted to roll in and this may be the last opportunity to get off of the glacier for days.  We packed up our gear and anxiously awaited alongside the snowy makeshift “runway”.  The buzz of the propeller overhead was the most comforting sound we had heard all week.  Within minutes we had loaded the plane and were on our way back to Talkeetna…back to civilization, warm showers, cheeseburgers, porcelain toilets, comfy shoes, and fluffy beds.

Post Climb:

Back in Talkeetna I was happy to see my Dad who had traveled up on vacation to enjoy the mountain views, support my climb, and hang out once I got off the mountain.  We got to celebrate Father’s Day and eat a delicious post-climb lunch with the team before everyone parts ways.

Having now been on Denali two separate seasons without a summit, I can say that this trip was far colder, far tougher, and far more challenging than anything I have ever experienced.  Despite our best efforts, we were once again defeated by adverse weather.  Although we didn’t get an opportunity at the summit I had an amazing experience that I will never forget.  The views from the high ridge, the thrill of setting a personal record, even the frigid cold of High Camp are experiences that I will never forget.  Of course I would love to go back and have a chance at a true summit bid.  But until then, I am happy with the success of our team this year.  Our guides gave us the best possible chance at a summit and did their job well in bringing me home safely.  Thanks to their wisdom I will continue to climb again.

Upon return from the mountain I learned that my former Rainier guide, Matt Hegeman, had died in a terrible accident on Mt. Rainier.  My prayers go out to the Hegeman family.  Matt was a terrific guide who first taught me how to mountaineer back in 2011.  I have written here on the 5 lessons that I learned from Matthew Hegeman.