I've been a lucky girl the past week and a half. Well, all the time, but especially this past week and a half! I had the opportunity to share thoughts this Wednesday and last Thursday about two of my favorite topics outside of the Adventure-Inspired forum, those two topics being Big City Mountaineers and rock climbing.
The Beautiful, Winding Road to the Top of Mount Rainier with Big City Mountaineers
There's no quicker way to bring a smile to my face than to broach the Big City Mountaineers and Summit for Someone topics. The organization is has done and continues to do incredible things for urban teenagers by giving them the opportunity to have transformative outdoor experiences. In this guest post for Pemba Serves, learn what my Summit for Someone climb of Mount Rainier in August of 2010 was like from start to finish!
What Rock Climbing Can Do For You
If you read Adventure-Inspired regularly, you know how much I love climbing. Hiking and backpacking are among my other favorite activities, and I'm an avid reader of Philip Werner's Section Hiker blog. Philip took off on a long walk along the Appalachian Trail this month and asked if I'd be willing to write about a topic not often mentioned on Section Hiker - rock climbing! Read more about what I've gained from the sport and why everyone we know should try it.
Keep your eye on both of these forums if you don't already. They're great sources of information! And a huge thanks to both for giving me another soapbox to stand on and talk from!
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How I Prepared to Climb a Big Mountain without a Big Mountain
I had a great time writing this as a guest post for Camp The Summit, but didn't want anyone to miss it! Here it is, and the guest post link is here.
Heading up to Camp Muir and later, the summit of Mt. Rainier! |
“Omigod. Omigod. Omigod.” Looking out the car window en route to Ashford, Washington, that’s all I could say. Beautiful snow covered Mount Rainier loomed in the distance. “Omigod. I’m going to climb that?”Some will argue Rainier isn’t a big mountain. There are 53 peaks in Colorado over 14,000’ and Rainier stands at 14,411’. True it isn’t Everest big, but it is the most glaciated peak in the contiguous United States. Serious mountaineers come to Rainier for training. Depending on the route, you’ll gain upwards of 10,000 vertical feet and spend a good bit of time at altitude. To me, that makes Rainier a big mountain.
In January of 2010, I signed up to climb Rainier as part of the Big City Mountaineers Summit for Someone Climb Series. As part of an all-women’s team, I scaled the mountain with RMI Guides on a four day program in August. It’s the first climb of its kind I’d done and had no idea how to start preparing. Ideally, my training regimen would involve a lot of hiking and elevation gain, but I live in Southeastern Pennsylvania. I didn’t have easily accessible mountains to train on. But through research, help from friends and a lot of trial and error, I was able to prepare well enough to have a successful climb. Here are my five best tips for getting ready for Rainier or a similar peak without big mountains!
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On Algonquin in the Adirondacks with EMS Climbing School! |
1. Learn Some Stuff
I was a mountaineering n00b when I signed up for Rainier. Even if you’re climbing with a guide, it’s important to have at least basic levels of knowledge. Reading books like Freedom of the Hills can help, but there’s no substitute for hands-on training. I took a three day introduction to mountaineering course with Eastern Mountain Sports in Lake Placid several months before the climb, and it helped me feel more confident about staying safe on Rainier. There are guiding companies across the country, including the renowned American Alpine Institute, that offer classes to help get you started. And if you’re doing a guided climb, sign up for one that has a training component, like RMI’s four day Rainier program.
2. Consult Experts, Including Experienced Friends, and Formulate a Training Plan
I knew how to train for some specific activities, but climbing a big mountain wasn’t one of them. Thanks to the twitter community I’ve found myself in, I was able to compile a list of training tips from friends who understand what it takes to climb Rainier. I owe them a lot!
The actual day-to-day training plan I used came from a DVD called, fittingly enough, “Train to Climb Mt. Rainier.” The DVD was produced by Courtenay and Doug Schurman of Body Results, and is a targeted training tool for novice and intermediate mountaineers. Courtenay actually wrote the mountaineering conditioning chapter in the seventh edition of Freedom of the Hills! On the DVD, you’ll learn about aerobic and anaerobic training, flexibility, strength, and best of all, you’ll get access to their 6-month training plan. There are many different plans out there (from IMG), but this one is very specific, and it works. Find one that works for you and commit to it, no matter what.
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My last training hike! On Mt. Minsi. (P. Gensel) |
3. Make Sport-Specific Training a Priority
The piece of training advice I heard most frequently was to train with a heavy pack as much as possible. When you’re climbing a big mountain, you’ll spend most of your waking hours with weight strapped to your back and your body needs time to adapt to what that feels like. I heard stories of marathoners stopping short of summits because, despite their cardiovascular conditioning, their bodies weren’t prepared for the long uphill weighted battle.
My training plan called for a gradual increase in elevation gain and hiking time over the course of six months. In the beginning, I’d hit one of my favorite local hiking spots with 20 pounds on my back and hike for two or three hours. By the end of the plan, I was supposed to gain 4,000-5,000’ of elevation over eight hours with 40 pounds or more at least once or twice a week, coupled with interval training. I’d do some of my favorite local hikes, like Glen Onoko Falls, multiple times in one day. If I couldn’t make it outside, I’d hit the Stairmaster or treadmill and try to gain the same elevation. It’s exhausting and time consuming, but it pays off. So, get a heavy pack on and start hiking!
4. Train Your Brain
"Mountaineering /n./ slow walking uphill while not feeling very well."
Mentally pushing through the physical suffering and fear that makes mountaineering what it is can be the difference between summiting and not. On summit day, we climbed up Rainier for 16 hours on less than four hours of sleep. I was exhausted, my muscles were screaming, and I had an altitude-induced migraine. I spent a good bit of summit day absolutely terrified, glancing at gaping holes in Rainier’s beautiful glaciers that could swallow me whole. But I trusted my training, my guides, my team and myself. I had a mantra I recited with each step. Rock climbing had exposed me to primal fear, and I’d found ways to cope.
The fear, the risk and the suffering are all part of what makes mountaineering special. You’re pushing yourself physically and mentally beyond boundaries you thought were impossibly fixed. It’s exhilarating. Though looping the Mount Tammany hike three times on a 95º summer Pennsylvania day was monotonous and downright awful at times, it helped me prepare mentally for what was to come. A completely rained out backpacking trip in the Catskills did too. So get out there, try some things that scare you and push you mentally!
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Altitude training on Quandary Peak in Colorado! (A. Campbell) |
5. If You’ve Never Been at Altitude, Get There
Prior to my trip to Rainier, I’d never climbed above 6,000’. I had no idea how my body was going to react to the lack of oxygen at altitude. At 14,411’, Rainier is high enough to cause issues for climbers who have trouble coping and those who ascend too quickly. I took a short trip to Boulder, Colorado the month before the climb and hiked Quandary Peak (14,265’) to better understand how my body dealt with going from sea level to 14,000’ in two days. It wasn’t pretty, nor did it feel good, but I’m glad I was prepared going into the Rainier trip.
If you’ve got a big mountain or two under your belt, I’d love to hear more about how you prepared for it! Tell me in the comments! This post and associate comments also appears on Camp the Summit.com
Mt. Rainier Trip Report - Part 2
Day 3 - Hike from Paradise (5,400') to Camp Muir (10,080')
The excitement at Mesdag Basecamp, where I had the immense good fortune of staying with Tiffany, Sara and Candace in Ashford, was palatable that morning. We'd unpacked, analyzed, giggled and repacked practically all night. We were ready. Guide Melissa broke the day into hour long segments with a short break for food and sunscreen reapplication at the end of each. Our goal was to get up there having conserved as much energy as possible for the summit bid.
At a pace that allowed us to gain 1,000' per hour, give or take, it took us just shy of six hours. The pace was very comfortable, not quite easy, but comfortable. At each break, we'd fuel up, drink water, find as much privacy as possible in the giant snowfield to do our "business," and move on. I'll never be shy about peeing in the woods again, that's for sure!
Camp Muir came into view after our last break, and it was as perfect as I expected. The camp consisted of several Himalayan-esque huts perched on a rocky ridge surrounded by snow. Prayer flags tied to the NPS Ranger Station fluttered in the wind. Us girls opted to give another RMI climb ascending at the same time* the RMI hut while we split into three Mountain Hardwear expedition tents for a "true alpine experience" devoid of snoring. Tiffany, Sara and I took turns sorting summit day gear in our tent, devouring freeze dried meals, and sharing our excitement with our teammates.
We finally turned in for the "night" around 7pm for our "nap." I fell in and out of sleep, discovering the 20º bag I'd brought wasn't quite warm enough. The forecast called for 5-10º at the summit with 30-40mph winds, and a slightly warmer 20-25º at Camp Muir. But it looked like a perfect day to climb a mountain.
Day 4 - Summit Day and Descent via the Disappointment Cleaver Route
Melissa came by with a cheerful, "Good Morning, Ladies!" just after midnight. I was relieved to be getting up; the non-sleep and excitement were making me nuts! She'd given us rope team assignments the night before, and I was looking forward to climbing with Solveig and Tiffany. We left Camp Muir just after 1:30am. My favorite part of the nighttime climbing was watching all of the tiny headlamp lights winding their way up the route ahead of us.
The first leg took just over an hour, winding across the Cowlitz Glacier to Cathedral Gap, then on to the Igraham Flats. The ascent was minimal and gave us a great chance to warm up. Melissa warned us to keep our ears open for the sounds of rock and ice fall, which we'd heard a few times during the night. It's enough to make sure you're acutely aware of your surroundings, that's for sure.
The second leg, which took us across the Ingraham Flats, to the base of the Disappointment Cleaver, then to the top of it, would be the longest and the most challenging. The hour and a half took us up a section of mixed climbing - hand over hand crawling and high stepping up boulders, scree slopes, snow, and everything in between, all with crampons on in the dark. It was all I could do to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest. At this point, I realized what a big deal this climb really was; Solveig and Melissa told us to stay on our feet with good reason. Part of me was grateful the night shrouded the route.
By the time we reached the top of the Cleaver at 12,300', I was both physically and emotionally ready for a break. But to spend an hour and a half being so scared and persevering was the best feeling in the world. I felt exhilarated and re-energized. As the guides worked with us to assess ourselves, I realized for the first time that I was going to make it. On the next section, we had mostly steep snow to deal with, and the sun began to rise. I could see each separate layer of clouds in the distance and lightening over Mt. Hood miles and miles away. My focus remained on the trail, the rope in front of me, and my breathing. Glances at the great deep blue crevasses in the Emmons Glacier running parallel to our trail sent bursts of adrenaline from head to toe.
Our last break before the summit was short. The wind had picked up and I could see clouds blowing past the summit above us. Our guides made sure we focused every inch of our being on climbing, and I could see a small rock band above us - the crater rim. Before we could reach it, we crossed a small aluminum ladder spread across a crevasse with a hand line. We continued up, and before I knew it, we'd climbed to the rock band, over it, and began dropping down into the crater. We picked a flat spot, dropped our packs, and I sat down, letting a few tears out, and wondered in happy disbelief how I'd managed to get there.
By the time we were ready to descend, the wind had picked up and gray clouds had started forming above us. Melissa discussed again the importance of descending "in good style," and how the climb was only half over. It took us six hours to ascend from Camp Muir and three hours to get back. (I blame that stretch of the climb for the soreness in my quads the next day!) After an hour at Camp Muir and a migraine pill, we descended the rest of the way to Paradise. I learned I'm not as adept at boot-skiing as I thought, and glissading is more fun if you've got waterproof pants on. But by 3:30pm, we were safe at Paradise, and on our way down to RMI Basecamp for celebrations.
You don't conquer mountains. You respect them, learn as best you can how to climb them safely, and sometimes, you're lucky enough to reach the summit and return home in one piece a changed person. I am a changed person because of this experience. The physical challenge of climbing the mountain, the mental battles each of us fought, the way we worked together as a team, and the cause we worked toward have given me a renewed sense of what we're all capable of if we care enough. And I can't wait for the next adventure!
*As it turns out, some members of this co-ed climb led by Gabi were ascending Mount Rainier on behalf of the Seven Ribbons Foundation. Congratulations, and good luck to them with their Seven Summits endeavor!
Heading to Camp Muir, 8/20,10. |
The excitement at Mesdag Basecamp, where I had the immense good fortune of staying with Tiffany, Sara and Candace in Ashford, was palatable that morning. We'd unpacked, analyzed, giggled and repacked practically all night. We were ready. Guide Melissa broke the day into hour long segments with a short break for food and sunscreen reapplication at the end of each. Our goal was to get up there having conserved as much energy as possible for the summit bid.
At a pace that allowed us to gain 1,000' per hour, give or take, it took us just shy of six hours. The pace was very comfortable, not quite easy, but comfortable. At each break, we'd fuel up, drink water, find as much privacy as possible in the giant snowfield to do our "business," and move on. I'll never be shy about peeing in the woods again, that's for sure!
NPS Ranger Station at Camp Muir. |
We finally turned in for the "night" around 7pm for our "nap." I fell in and out of sleep, discovering the 20º bag I'd brought wasn't quite warm enough. The forecast called for 5-10º at the summit with 30-40mph winds, and a slightly warmer 20-25º at Camp Muir. But it looked like a perfect day to climb a mountain.
The Upper Mountain. |
Melissa came by with a cheerful, "Good Morning, Ladies!" just after midnight. I was relieved to be getting up; the non-sleep and excitement were making me nuts! She'd given us rope team assignments the night before, and I was looking forward to climbing with Solveig and Tiffany. We left Camp Muir just after 1:30am. My favorite part of the nighttime climbing was watching all of the tiny headlamp lights winding their way up the route ahead of us.
The first leg took just over an hour, winding across the Cowlitz Glacier to Cathedral Gap, then on to the Igraham Flats. The ascent was minimal and gave us a great chance to warm up. Melissa warned us to keep our ears open for the sounds of rock and ice fall, which we'd heard a few times during the night. It's enough to make sure you're acutely aware of your surroundings, that's for sure.
The second leg, which took us across the Ingraham Flats, to the base of the Disappointment Cleaver, then to the top of it, would be the longest and the most challenging. The hour and a half took us up a section of mixed climbing - hand over hand crawling and high stepping up boulders, scree slopes, snow, and everything in between, all with crampons on in the dark. It was all I could do to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest. At this point, I realized what a big deal this climb really was; Solveig and Melissa told us to stay on our feet with good reason. Part of me was grateful the night shrouded the route.
Break time in the summit crater! |
Our last break before the summit was short. The wind had picked up and I could see clouds blowing past the summit above us. Our guides made sure we focused every inch of our being on climbing, and I could see a small rock band above us - the crater rim. Before we could reach it, we crossed a small aluminum ladder spread across a crevasse with a hand line. We continued up, and before I knew it, we'd climbed to the rock band, over it, and began dropping down into the crater. We picked a flat spot, dropped our packs, and I sat down, letting a few tears out, and wondered in happy disbelief how I'd managed to get there.
By the time we were ready to descend, the wind had picked up and gray clouds had started forming above us. Melissa discussed again the importance of descending "in good style," and how the climb was only half over. It took us six hours to ascend from Camp Muir and three hours to get back. (I blame that stretch of the climb for the soreness in my quads the next day!) After an hour at Camp Muir and a migraine pill, we descended the rest of the way to Paradise. I learned I'm not as adept at boot-skiing as I thought, and glissading is more fun if you've got waterproof pants on. But by 3:30pm, we were safe at Paradise, and on our way down to RMI Basecamp for celebrations.
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Our team of mountaineeresses! From left, standing: Alicia, Hillary, guide Carrie, guide Melissa, Kruti, Amy, guide Solveig, Sara, Tiffany, Me. Photo courtesy of Tiffany Royal. |
You don't conquer mountains. You respect them, learn as best you can how to climb them safely, and sometimes, you're lucky enough to reach the summit and return home in one piece a changed person. I am a changed person because of this experience. The physical challenge of climbing the mountain, the mental battles each of us fought, the way we worked together as a team, and the cause we worked toward have given me a renewed sense of what we're all capable of if we care enough. And I can't wait for the next adventure!
*As it turns out, some members of this co-ed climb led by Gabi were ascending Mount Rainier on behalf of the Seven Ribbons Foundation. Congratulations, and good luck to them with their Seven Summits endeavor!
Mt. Rainier Trip Report - Part 1
The crunch of snow under my crampons. The blasts of wind. Glancing up at the knot dangling from my harness to make sure I maintained proper rope interval. Humming 'The Drumming Song' by Florence and the Machine. One foot in front of the other. Rest step with attitude. Use your knees as hinges. Big pressure breath. Ice axe in the uphill hand planted in the slope for balance. Listen for rock fall. Ignore the sound my crampons make on rock. Repeat who I'm climbing for - "Candace, Kids, Supporters at Home, Myself." Chomp down on frozen Snickers bar and remember to put summit food in my pocket so it doesn't freeze.Watch the sun rise over Mount Adams and realize, again, how small I am. Look around at Tiffany, Sara, Hillary, Alicia, Amy, Solveig and Melissa and feel like I deserve to be here. I belong. I am strong enough, and I'm going to make it.
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Our team after climbing school on day 2. From left, standing: Alicia, Hillary, Sara, Me, Kruti, Amy, Tiffany. Photo courtesy of Tiffany Royal. |
I can't believe it happened. But I know it did. I just took out the certificate of achievement my rope team leader and mountaineeress extraordinaire Solveig handed me while we chowed down on recovery pizza at RMI Basecamp in Ashford. She told me she knew I'd overcome a lot of anxieties on the trip, and she was right. Seven months of preparation, encouraging words from friends and family, $5,153 raised for Big City Mountaineers for four days of learning and climbing, and life changing experiences. In total, the Mount Rainier Women's Climb participants raised over $38,000 for BCM.
It's been just over a week, and I'm still learning from it all. The days after, I'd feel as though I needed to cry on several occasions, whether out of pure relief we accomplished our goal safely, out of sorrow because it was over, or another reason entirely. It was one of the most physically and mentally demanding things I've ever done. My whole body ached by the end. I spend a good portion of our upper mountain ascent feeling like I do when I lead climb - mildly in control and absolutely terrified. But every time I glanced forward to the lifeline tying me to Tiffany, or to the side at the expanse of snow, ice, and rock below us, I couldn't help but think, "I am the luckiest girl in the world."
It was at our second break atop the Disappointment Cleaver at 12,300' in the dark on Saturday morning, August 21st, that I realized I was going to make it. I felt tired, but strong and capable. I had no appetite, and despite both that and being half asleep, I knew Mount Rainier was going to allow me to climb her that morning.
Day 1 - Gear Check and Meeting the Team, 8/18/10
Our journey as a team began three days prior when we all met in Ashford, WA at RMI Basecamp for our gear check. It was a chance for us to get to know each other and ask any last minute questions. I had a little celebrity shocker moment when I met our lead guide, venerable mountaineering powerhouse and First Ascent sponsored athlete Melissa Arnot. Assistant guides Solveig and Carrie, equally talented and impressive, would join us over the course of the next day or two. We couldn't have asked for a stronger, more cohesive group of ladies. Each brought their own strengths, their own climbing history, their own personalities, and each made a significant contribution. We bonded over Nepalese food, joking about how much more fun we'd have than the guys' teams.
Suiting up at climbing school! |
We woke early Thursday morning to a cloud covered sky, and took a shuttle up to the Paradise Visitors Center. Melissa made sure to point out our shuttle carefully, lest we jump in the one full of climbers planning to hike to Camp Muir that day by mistake! With light packs, we easily made our way up to a snow-covered slope. We spend the morning learning how to use the rest step to conserve energy, how to pressure breathe and how to kick steps, making sure each step was better for the person behind us. The word of the day was "efficiency."
The afternoon's lessons included self arresting, traveling in rope teams, rope management, proper rope interval, good communication, and lots of giggling. It was the best day of mountaineering instruction I've ever had. Solveig and Melissa did an amazing job of explaining and demonstrating skills in a way we could all understand. After discussions of layering systems, food rationing, and what to expect en route to Camp Muir the next day, we hiked back down to Paradise. I managed a giant bowl of fettuccine alfredo at the Copper Creek Inn for dinner despite the butterflies in my stomach. After seven months of preparation, we were ready to climb.
...to be continued
My Mt. Rainier Gear List
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All packed up for Camp Muir/Summit Day! |
One of my favorite parts, and one of the hardest, about life-changing trips is coming home and attempting to process everything that happened. For me, that's still in the works. Until that process is complete, you're stuck reading about my gear!
(When Melissa woke us at midnight for summit day, that's basically what we did!) But all of the packing, unpacking and repacking served a much greater purpose - ensuring we had all of the proper gear to stay safe on Mount Rainier.
Big City Mountaineers and RMI provided the Summit for Someone climbers with an extensive gear list prior to the start of our 4-day program in Ashford. The first day served as our gear check, the second day was climbing school, and the third and fourth days made up the summit attempt. We had to have the proper clothing and gear for each of those days. Given the varying weather and temperature changes, that meant a lot of testing different layering systems.
Below is a complete list of my clothing and gear for climbing school, our trek to Camp Muir, and summit day. My biggest issue was finding bottom layers that were long enough; I discovered some of my favorite gear companies produce pants with a 32" inseam and call them "long." Thanks to help from our wonderful guides, I managed to figure out exactly what to wear and was, for the most part, pretty comfortable with what I chose!
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All geared up on the descent from the summit of Rainier. |
Key: used just at snow school | used just to Camp Muir | used just on summit day | used on all 3 days
Top Layers
Patagonia Women's Active Classic Cami, Mountain Hardwear Wicked Lite Short Sleeve Tee, Mountain Hardwear Advance Zip Tee, Smartwool Midweight Crew, Eastern Mountain Sports 6 year-old crossing guard yellow fleece, Mountain Hardwear Cohesion Jacket, First Ascent Peak XV Down Jacket
Bottom Layers
REI Midweight Polartec Power Dry Long Underwear Bottom, Mountain Hardwear Yuma Convertible Pant,
Mountain Hardwear Winter Wanderer Pant, Marmot PreCip Full Zip Pant
Head, Feet and Hands
Petzl Elios Helmet, North Face Wool Beanie, Petzl Tikkina Headlamp, Julbo Colorado Glacier Glasses, La Sportiva Women's Nepal Evo GTX Mountaineering Boots, Black Diamond Sabretooth Crampons, Smartwool Liner Socks, Smartwool PhD Outdoor Heavy Cushion Sock, Outdoor Research Crocodile Gaiters, Mountain Hardwear Women's Powerstretch Gloves, Burton Gore Tex Gloves
Other Gear
Black Diamond Primrose Climbing Harness, North Face Badlands 60 Backpack, Black Diamond Raven Ice Axe with Awesome Summit for Someone Logo, Leki Khumbu Trekking Poles, Back Country Access Tracker D.T.S Avalanche Beacon, Granite Gear Compression Sacks, 1L Nalgene Bottles, Green Superfeet Insoles,
Things I Brought and Didn't Use
Marmot Safari Hat, Eastern Mountain Sports Mittens, Smith Optics Ski Goggles
Stuff I Wish I Had or Remembered to Bring
Buff, lip balm with actual SPF, trail shoes for the base of the mountain
In a Matter of Days...
"This is my body. This is my mind. And this is my heart.
They are what they are today, and I am going to do the best with what I have."
~encouraging words and a new mantra from Tali
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Nearing the top of Mt. Minsi on my last training day! photo by Patrick Gensel |
I signed up for the Women's Summit for Someone climb exactly seven months ago to the day, largely thanks to Sara telling me about it, and Brendan of Big City Mountaineers making me feel like it was possible. The thought of combining something I've always wanted to do with something I'm passionate about made perfect sense.
The first donation to my climb came from Twitter friend Mark Anbinder, who hails from my hometown, went to Cornell, and knows four of my friends, but whom I've never met. The most recent was a matching gift that Cornell swimming buddy Jessica Brookman submitted to her employer several months ago after donating herself. Big City Mountaineers and I have received nearly 100 donations from 47 cities in 16 states and 2 countries. The donations amount to $5,128, enough to support 12 kids on their entire BCM trips. I am humbled, overwhelmed, and eternally grateful.
I board a plane for Washington tomorrow. Our gear check with RMI Expeditions is on Wednesday. Climbing school is Thursday. We start our two-day climb to the summit of the 14,441' glacier-covered stratovolcano that is Mount Rainier on Friday. We'll climb to Camp Muir, attempt to sleep until midnight or so, then leave the comfort of camp for the summit in the dark. We'll be back to Ashford by dinnertime on Saturday, and that'll be it, at least until the next one!
Patrick and I on Mt. Minsi |
Yesterday was my last weighted training hike, and thanks to good friends, I didn't do it alone. After receiving some devastating news from family in the morning, I was glad to focus on the task at hand. It was the first perfect weather training day of the summer - just under 80º with no humidity. Patrick and I climbed Mount Minsi on the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware Water Gap, both with weighted packs. He's awesome. I don't know too many people who'd accompany a friend on a hike and take a heavy pack for absolutely no reason other than to be supportive! It was a relatively standard sized pack for me, about 35 pounds, and we made the four mile trip in two hours. He and Aleya will be climbing Mount Washington in New Hampshire the same days we're on Rainier, and I can't wait to hear how it goes!
After refueling at the Village Farmer Bakery, Patrick left for an engagement party and I met fellow TerraMar Adventures organizer Andria and her friend Mike to climb Mount Tammany. This time, the pack stayed in the car. I am tapering, after all. Two hours later, we were back at the parking lot and en route to the Village Farmer again. Yes, the pie is just that good.
The Journey is the Real Adventure
It's been a wonderful, sometimes stressful several months of preparation, and I can't believe it's finally here. I can't thank everyone enough for your support and generosity, both those who've donated and those who've spent the past weeks listening to me talk about my nerves! I know that whatever happens on the mountain, this experience has and will change me. I'll be back a week from now, and can't wait to tell everyone about it!
How Colorado Stole My Heart, Part II - The Outdoors
As I mentioned before, two aspects of my long weekend in Colorado deserve their own posts, and this is the second of the two - my experiences outdoors. Between a 14,265' 14er and beautiful Bear Peak, I got my fill of beautiful mountains and banked a number of important lessons!
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At the trailhead, Alec leading the way. |
Less than 24 hours after I arrived, Alec and I were en route to the East Ridge route up Quandary Peak. Quandary ranks 13th among the 14ers in Colorado at 14,265', and is the tallest peak in the Tenmile Range. The East Ridge trail begins at 10,805' and covers just under 7 miles round trip. The trail head was already 4,000 ' higher than I'd ever been. It was a formidable task for my first full day in the mountains, but I was more than up for the challenge!
After the two hour drive from Boulder, we arrived to find what seemed like hundreds of cars lining the dirt road and overflowing from the small parking lot. That's the beauty and the curse of being in a place where playing outside is everyone's favorite past time; there'll never be a shortage of company on the easily accessible trails!
The weather couldn't have been more perfect. From the top, we had clear views of Atlantic Peak and Fletcher Mountain along with a handful of deep blue lakes. The eastern slope still had a bit of snow on it, too! I'm glad it was my first 14er.
...the Altitude
Being at altitude, generally considered over 8,000', affects every person differently. As this article describes, "the concentration of oxygen at sea level is about 21% and the barometric pressure averages 760 mmHg. As altitude increases, the concentration remains the same but the number of oxygen molecules per breath is reduced. At 12,000 feet (3,658 meters) the barometric pressure is only 483 mmHg, so there are roughly 40% fewer oxygen molecules per breath." Acute Mountain Sickness (AMS) can plague even the fittest athletes while some are unaffected, especially when given proper time to acclimatize. Our bodies are remarkably efficient at adapting. We will actually produce more red blood cells to carry oxygen through the blood, and undergo other changes to help adapt.
I didn't expect to have an easy time with it

All I could think about was how with every step I took, I was up higher than I'd ever been before, and hanging on to that feeling was what got me to the summit. I teared up at one point, thinking about how incredible it was to be so high! By the time the summit came into view, I had started a process where I'd count 30 steps and pausing to catch my breath over and over. I was nauseous at the top, but two and a half hours after starting, I was ecstatic to be standing at 14,265'!
The descent was downright painful. My feet felt heavy, I was dizzy, and by the time we reached the car at 10,850' I'd developed a migraine. Thankfully, the medicine I typically take for them did the trick. We packed up the car and drove another two hours through Buena Vista and into the San Isabel National Forest to spend the night at 10,000' before planning to attempt Huron (14,003') the next day.

Bear Peak -
The next morning, I'd recovered enough for a hike, but at lower elevation. Alec chose Bear Peak, which had been among Amy's recommendations for our weekend. Just a mile up the road from Boulder, the trail ascends up a beautiful wooded canyon to the summit. With a little hand over hand scrambling, we made it to a perch that overlooked Boulder to the east and a dark cloud covered Long's Peak to the west.
This day was a struggle for me as well. Despite having to gain less than 3,000' over the course of the day, the 7-mile hike in long sleeves and pants to protect my sun scorched skin in 90-degree heat really took it out of me. I assumed I was still recovering from the day before as well. But as always, the views from the top made the journey well worth it!

Build in Time to Acclimatize - I went up to 14,265' 24 hours after coming from sea level, which essentially goes against everything I'd learned about preparing for a high altitude climb. I didn't give my body any time to adjust, and paid the price. If we'd done Bear Peak the first day, then driven to the base of Huron to sleep, I might have fared better.
Don't be Lazy About Sunscreen - Between the excitement and frenzy of packing up to go, I didn't pay nearly enough attention to protecting my skin. It's finally beginning to heal, but I could've avoided all of it with a little more patience.
Eat and Drink A LOT - I thought I did a decent job of drinking enough water and electrolyte-enhanced beverages, but I didn't pay much attention to what I was eating. One of the things Tiffany told me she'd learned was to eat and drink every time you stop, at least every hour. It definitely helps with the last bits of the ascent!
Climbing at Altitude is Pretty Uncomfortable - I already knew this, but now know first hand exactly what it feels like. That was a big part of the reason for the trip; I wanted to experience the discomfort and learn how to overcome it. It's all just part of the sport. I found that focusing on myself, on each step, and keeping positive thoughts in my head made a huge difference.
Give Yourself a Break - All of these mistakes aside, this was a learning experience. I went to Colorado to learn. And boy did I. But I'm a perfectionist and don't let myself off the hook easily. After going at what I felt like was a snail's pace, not recovering fast enough, and skipping the second 14er we had planned, I felt like I'd let myself down. I struggled a lot with feelings of inadequacy. But instead of beating myself up about it, I needed to take a step back and realize what I was able to accomplish.
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As the title of this post suggests, I had an absolutely amazing time exploring Colorado's outdoors, and learned so much over the course of the four days I was there. I love how playing outside is a lifestyle there, and how many people embrace it. I'm depositing the memories and lessons into my memory bank for Rainier, and for the rest of my adventures!
How Colorado Stole My Heart, Part I - The People
When I started thinking about how to sum up my long weekend in Colorado, the summary split itself into two parts - the people and the outdoors. I was able to meet and spend time with some amazing folks, all of whom deserve their own post. And my experiences on the trails deserves its own post too, with plenty of room for reflecting on what I learned. So, here's Part I in the two part series about how Colorado Stole My Heart.
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Standing in the doorway to BCM HQ. Photo by Alec Campbell. |
My first stop in Colorado was a place I'd been dreaming about visiting since I signed up to climb Mount Rainier - Big City Mountaineers Headquarters. Friend Alec and I arrived just in time to see a group of enthusiastic young men filling their Jansport backpacks with gear while their guides and mentors looked on. We watched from the doorway of the nearby gear shed, which was full of fun stuff from Keen, Mountain Hardwear, Merrell, and many other sponsoring companies. The basement of the beautiful little house near City Park was as full of gear and clothes, all meticulously sorted, like a little haven for the stuff (gear) dreams are made of.
Being able to see where the BCM magic happens was inspiring. The organization itself was founded by and is staffed by such passionate, friendly people, especially Brendan Leonard, Hillary Harding, and Elizabeth Williams. The enthusiasm in the office was almost tangible. Photos of past trips, maps, bookshelves full of guides, and BCM flags dotted the walls, all a testament to what BCM can do and has done for under resourced kids.
As a Summit for Someone climber, there couldn't have been a better way to truly connect with what I've been fund raising for than to meet the people who really make everything happen at their home base. I really began to feel as though the Rainier climb I'm doing in August means something. It's more than just me getting to the top and testing my own limits, it's about others having the chance to test theirs. And I knew all of this, there was just something special about seeing it all happen in front of me. Something really special. It was the perfect start to my Colorado adventure. A big thanks to Brendan and Elizabeth for the tour and the chat!
BoulderDinnerTweetup
As it turns out, a lot of really awesome people live in and around Boulder. Big surprise, right? The best part - a bunch of 'em are on Twitter, and we've all been "talking" for months. Any time I have a chance to get face time with people I've "met" on twitter, I have to take it. These friends write blogs, run businesses, go on amazing adventures, kick ass and take names on a daily basis. I couldn't wait.
We all met for dinner and beer Boulder-style at Southern Sun thanks to Amy's suggestion. And by "we all," I mean Amy, Bracken, Tali, Ben, Erika, and Josh. I spent the night with a giant smile on my face and feeling as though I was being reunited with a group of my best friends I never get to see. It never ceases to amaze me how a group of people who've met on the interwebz, essentially strangers before twitter, are able to converse and meld together so easily.
The food was pretty darn good too. I've been told I absolutely have to go back and try the tempeh reuben, which I'll add to my mile-long list of reasons to return.

Josh, Sarah, Tali, Erika, the author, Amy, and Alec.
New and Old Friends...and Idols
After a long weekend of hiking, sunburns and altitude sickness, I couldn't wait to visit Pearl Street in Boulder for dinner at The Kitchen. Alec, my host and hiking partner for the weekend, happened to have met one of the women I admire most in the climbing community in his four weeks in town - Majka Burhardt - and worked with her to organize a dinner for all us.
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Friends Alec and Helen, Majka Burhardt and me! |
As I learn and grow as an outdoorswoman, I'm always looking for guidance from other ladies who've accomplished incredible feats and are making big waves in the community I'm excited to be a part of. I'm still fearful, cautious, and very much in need of encouragement when it comes to things I've never done before, like Rainier, and things I have, like rock climbing.
Majka had words of wisdom about careers, life, and dealing with the altitude sickness symptoms I'd experienced on Quandary Peak a few days before. Her words were comforting and encouraging, spoken with a strength that only comes from knowledge, experience and being a #badassclimbergirl. But, like normal people, we also all spent a while talking about how great the food was, how people living in Denver and Boulder differ, and ganging up on Alec! Although, between Helen, Majka and myself, I think he did pretty well for dinner companions :)
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I couldn't have asked for a more incredible group of human beings to spend time with this weekend, and look forward to many chances to see them again in the future!"Excuses, Excuses!" and Turning 'em Around
Amy did it again. She wrote about something I've been ignoring and made me think. She called me out, saying everyone has excuses they use for not working out. And she's right, I sure do. After taking a good, hard look in the proverbial mirror, I've got a whopping list of them. But most importantly, Amy's got this crazy idea that having excuses, knowing them and knowing how to deal with them, can actually help us all get motivated. As it turns out, she's right.
To some degree, we all care about what other people think, and it's easy to get wrapped up in worrying about how we're perceived. I worry about looking out of shape because I think I'm supposed to be in shape. I worry about how I'll be judged if I'm huffing and puffing up a trail, even if I'm carrying 40 pounds of training weight. I worry I'll lose all of my social opportunities if I keep saying no to booze in favor of sweating for an hour in spin class.
But the reality is, I doubt everyone at the gym is looking at me and deciding whether I'm in shape or not. I doubt people notice whether I'm huffing or puffing up the trails, and even if they do, who cares? And won't I huff and puff less in the future if I train more? I've discovered if I surround myself with people who are passionate about their goals (these amazing ladies), it's easy to stop worrying about everyone else!
Wearing the lazypants - 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 13
The lazypants. I imagine them as a pair of old, torn, stained sweats. Maybe faded, ripped up, too-short jeans with a hole in the crotch. They're pants you put on when you're out of clean clothes, or when you don't expect to meet another living thing in the world.
The excuses that fall into this category show nothing more than a lack of motivation. If I'm motivated, I'll plan my day, including food, around what will help me get my workouts done. I'm really talented at talking myself out of things, and am working on learning to talk myself into things. I think, "it won't be that bad, and you'll feel SO much better if you just get up and go! It'll make the next session feel easier." And I'm usually right.
Glaring manifestations of fear - all of them, but especially 3, 4, 5, 13
Fear exists in the future and only applies to things that haven't happened yet. So what's the big deal? Fear might be based on past experience, but can also be based on nonsensical visions of what might happen. My list of excuses shows me I'm afraid of a lot, and some of my fears are entirely ungrounded and meaningless. They're also self-defeating; how is being afraid of pain at the gym going to prepare me for something like Rainier?
To cope with my fear of what people think, working out alone or in nonthreatening, familiar environments makes a huge difference. Being alone also gives me time to pay attention to my thoughts and redirect them if necessary. To cope with my fear of pain, I don't give myself time to think about it. To cope with feelings of inadequacy, I remind myself of the things I've accomplished and how hard I worked to get there. I remind myself that it's possible, and to cut myself a break.
Could actually be legit - 1, 14
...and then there are excuses that might actually be real reasons to take a day off. A huge part of training is building in rest and recovery periods. It's about listening to your body. It's about discerning between your muscles telling you they need a break and the lazy talk, or the fear. And those voices will sound different to everyone. I've found learning to know myself, my limits and how they evolve is essential. But if I'm thinking about allowing myself a rest day because I stayed up too late, well, that falls into the Lazypants category.
And as with any decision, I've got to accept the consequences.
Amy, thank you for continuing to find ways to help me learn about myself! Check her out at http://www.expandoutdoors.com/
My Excuses
- I'm really tired from (a) being at work all day (b) staying up too late (c) yesterday's workout(s).
- I can't imagine any activity that will actually keep my attention for more than 10 minutes.
- I don't want to go by myself.
- I don't want to go with other people.
- It's going to be really hard and painful.
- One day really doesn't make that big of a difference.
- It's way too hot/cold/rainy/sunny outside and I'm going to be uncomfortable.
- I ate too much and need to digest before I do anything.
- I need to eat first, I don't have any energy.
- I'm going to feel like I shouldn't be as tired as I am/breathing as hard as I am during the workout.
- People will judge me based on how hard it looks like I'm working and they'll think I'm out of shape.
- I won't be as good or as strong as everyone else or as strong as I think I should be.
- I just don't feel like it.
- I deserve a break/rest day.
- I need to stop letting workouts take priority over my social life. My friends think I'm insane.
To some degree, we all care about what other people think, and it's easy to get wrapped up in worrying about how we're perceived. I worry about looking out of shape because I think I'm supposed to be in shape. I worry about how I'll be judged if I'm huffing and puffing up a trail, even if I'm carrying 40 pounds of training weight. I worry I'll lose all of my social opportunities if I keep saying no to booze in favor of sweating for an hour in spin class.
But the reality is, I doubt everyone at the gym is looking at me and deciding whether I'm in shape or not. I doubt people notice whether I'm huffing or puffing up the trails, and even if they do, who cares? And won't I huff and puff less in the future if I train more? I've discovered if I surround myself with people who are passionate about their goals (these amazing ladies), it's easy to stop worrying about everyone else!
Wearing the lazypants - 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 13
The lazypants. I imagine them as a pair of old, torn, stained sweats. Maybe faded, ripped up, too-short jeans with a hole in the crotch. They're pants you put on when you're out of clean clothes, or when you don't expect to meet another living thing in the world.
The excuses that fall into this category show nothing more than a lack of motivation. If I'm motivated, I'll plan my day, including food, around what will help me get my workouts done. I'm really talented at talking myself out of things, and am working on learning to talk myself into things. I think, "it won't be that bad, and you'll feel SO much better if you just get up and go! It'll make the next session feel easier." And I'm usually right.
Glaring manifestations of fear - all of them, but especially 3, 4, 5, 13
Fear exists in the future and only applies to things that haven't happened yet. So what's the big deal? Fear might be based on past experience, but can also be based on nonsensical visions of what might happen. My list of excuses shows me I'm afraid of a lot, and some of my fears are entirely ungrounded and meaningless. They're also self-defeating; how is being afraid of pain at the gym going to prepare me for something like Rainier?
To cope with my fear of what people think, working out alone or in nonthreatening, familiar environments makes a huge difference. Being alone also gives me time to pay attention to my thoughts and redirect them if necessary. To cope with my fear of pain, I don't give myself time to think about it. To cope with feelings of inadequacy, I remind myself of the things I've accomplished and how hard I worked to get there. I remind myself that it's possible, and to cut myself a break.
Could actually be legit - 1, 14
...and then there are excuses that might actually be real reasons to take a day off. A huge part of training is building in rest and recovery periods. It's about listening to your body. It's about discerning between your muscles telling you they need a break and the lazy talk, or the fear. And those voices will sound different to everyone. I've found learning to know myself, my limits and how they evolve is essential. But if I'm thinking about allowing myself a rest day because I stayed up too late, well, that falls into the Lazypants category.
And as with any decision, I've got to accept the consequences.
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Amy, thank you for continuing to find ways to help me learn about myself! Check her out at http://www.expandoutdoors.com/
Catoctin Mountain Park, Fun and Fireworks

After a stop at REI CoOp in Conshocken on Saturday, we drove to Maryland for a 4th of July party hosted by Aleya and her housemates. It was the first time I'd met Patrick Gensel of Camp the Summit in person, and as has been the case with most other twitter folk I've met in real life, we all got along splendidly. We all spent the night talking about climbing, hiking, and big plans to move far far away and into the mountains. Oh, and a game of Corn Hole, (a much too serious website with way too much info about the game), complete with trash talking and occasionally throwing the bean bags at each other.
Our aim was to get an early start Sunday on what was supposed to be, according to trails.com, an 11 mile hike with 2200' of elevation gain. We picked up a map at the Visitors Center and set out, following the trail outlined in pink below. The park has a great, albeit small, trail system with a significant amount of flexibility. Most of the trails are unmarked, but wide and easy to follow. The route we took began at the Visitors Center encompassed most of what the park has to offer, including Chimney Rock, Wolf Rock, Thurmont Vista, Blue Ridge Summit Overlook, and Hog Rock.
Chimney Rock provided a beautiful vista and a neat formation with giant seemingly never-ending deep crevices in the rock. We'd read that Wolf Rock was supposed to have some climbing, but nothing too significant. I wouldn't drive from Philadelphia to climb there, but the quartzite formation looked like it would've been fun to play on if we'd brought our rope. By the time we passed Blue Ridge Summit Overlook and Hog Rock, it was pretty hot out and we'd taken in as much of the views as we needed to.

When we got back to the Visitors Center, we'd hiked 8 miles in 4 hours and only gained 1500'. (Map above from nps.gov) It wasn't quite what I'd hoped for training purposes, and it seemed the only way you could achieve a gain of 2200' without looping the route would be to hike literally every trail in the park. It might not have been perfect for Rainier training, but it is a great place for a light hike, and a great place for families. My favorite part of the day was running into the family staying in the cabin next to us on the trail. They had three very young children with them, and the father led the way with the youngest, who couldn't have been more than three years old. It gives me hope for future generations and their connection with nature when parents make a concerted effort to get kids on the trails, no matter their age.
A two and a half hour drive brought us back to Philly and 100º temperatures, which it sounds like we'll have to get used to for the foreseeable future (photo by JP). Thanks to twitter, Cornell swimming buddy Jessica Brookman of One Girl No Diet and her beau attended friend Kurt's annual fireworks viewing party with us, which almost completed the weekend's festivities. After staying up way past our bedtime, Dan and I slept in and went to the 'burbs for lunch with friends, shopped at Target, and passed out before 10 Monday night. Holiday weekend - done and done!
Beating the Heat with Hiking and Climbing
Disclaimer: Everyone knows how brutally hot it's been in the northeast this past week. I know it's the last thing I should be commenting on, so please forgive me if I annoy or offend by Stating the Obvious!
It was tough to get motivated to leave the comfort of my air-conditioned bedroom this weekend when the forecast called for record-breaking temperatures and humidity. But every time I hesitate to leave for a Summit for Someone training session, I remind myself that Mount Rainier won't have sympathy for me if I choose to forgo an outdoor workout for an AC unit and a strawberry smoothie. Nor would I ever have any fun. So, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em right?
Hiking - Laps at Glen Onoko Falls
Saturday's objective was Glen Onoko Falls in Lehigh Gorge State Park. It's one of my favorite Philly-area hikes, both because of the scenery and the opportunity to cool off under chilly waterfalls. The falls begin from a mountain spring and form a cascading stream all the way down to the Lehigh River. The water doesn't get much above 60ºF even in the summer, which was exactly what I needed.
The Falls Trail can be difficult to find and to follow, despite being in a well-used recreation area. The amount of use the area gets means there are small trails all around the river banks, and it's tough to pick out the start of the poorly marked Falls Trail. After descending wooden steps to the river from the parking lot, hikers proceed under a graffiti-covered bridge and turn right up a small incline, where blazes eventually appear. The trail follows orange/red blazes up the falls and branches off at the top for a descent through the forest.
The objective was, of course, Rainier training. My goal and do as many laps of the Falls Trail as I could before either (a) my legs gave out, (b) I lost my mind, or (c) I lost all my body's electrolyte reserves through sweat. During this month's training program, I'm supposed to gain 2800' each weekend with a 30-40# pack, which meant I had to do the 2-mile loop four times. When I made it back to my car, I was so drenched in sweat that a friendly gentleman loading a kayak into his truck asked me whether I'd been hiking or paddling.
One recommendation I have for anyone planning to play outside in this heat is to take a combination of plain old water and some sort of electrolyte replacement drink. I found having NUUN Active Hydration Tablets in two of the 4.5L of liquids I carried with me made a big difference in how I felt during and after the hike.
Climbing - New Projects and Self-Sufficiency at Birdsboro
Sunday was reserved for sport climbing at the Birdsboro rock quarry, the site of my first outdoor sport lead. Being a rock quarry and all, there's often a bit of rock fall. If there's any outdoor climbing spot I've been to in my short career that I'd never go without a helmet, this is definitely it. That being said, it's a great little local crag full of people willing to share beta and advice.
Dan led Tap Dance (5.10) on the Main Wall and set up a top rope, which gave us access to that and two other challenging climbs - Fracture (5.11) and Puss in Boots (5.9+). I got on and finished both Tap Dance and Fracture on TR, but neither without a fall. They'll be good future projects for me. We moved on to the Zorro Face where Dan got on Zorro (12a) and attempted what would have been his most difficult lead yet. He made it to the second clip, which was an incredible accomplishment, and I'm sure he'll be back on it again next time!
He reminded me at the end of the day that it was our first day outside sport climbing, just us, without any help. It gave me pause, just as our first day of self-sufficient top roping at Livesy Rock in November did. I love that climbing allows continued evolution; there's always something new to learn. The most important thing I took away from the day was a lesson I'd been taught when I started climbing - I came away with renewed sense of the importance of clear communication. I might touch on situation specifics in another post. We preach this to new gym climbers all the time, telling them to get used to yelling commands as a belayer and a climber to prevent accidents, but even the most seasoned climbers can get complacent. It's just too important to forget, and practice makes perfect!
Hope everyone else in the Northeast managed to get outside this weekend despite the heat!
It was tough to get motivated to leave the comfort of my air-conditioned bedroom this weekend when the forecast called for record-breaking temperatures and humidity. But every time I hesitate to leave for a Summit for Someone training session, I remind myself that Mount Rainier won't have sympathy for me if I choose to forgo an outdoor workout for an AC unit and a strawberry smoothie. Nor would I ever have any fun. So, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em right?
Hiking - Laps at Glen Onoko Falls
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Beautiful Glen Onoko, Photo by Kevin. |
The Falls Trail can be difficult to find and to follow, despite being in a well-used recreation area. The amount of use the area gets means there are small trails all around the river banks, and it's tough to pick out the start of the poorly marked Falls Trail. After descending wooden steps to the river from the parking lot, hikers proceed under a graffiti-covered bridge and turn right up a small incline, where blazes eventually appear. The trail follows orange/red blazes up the falls and branches off at the top for a descent through the forest.
The objective was, of course, Rainier training. My goal and do as many laps of the Falls Trail as I could before either (a) my legs gave out, (b) I lost my mind, or (c) I lost all my body's electrolyte reserves through sweat. During this month's training program, I'm supposed to gain 2800' each weekend with a 30-40# pack, which meant I had to do the 2-mile loop four times. When I made it back to my car, I was so drenched in sweat that a friendly gentleman loading a kayak into his truck asked me whether I'd been hiking or paddling.
One recommendation I have for anyone planning to play outside in this heat is to take a combination of plain old water and some sort of electrolyte replacement drink. I found having NUUN Active Hydration Tablets in two of the 4.5L of liquids I carried with me made a big difference in how I felt during and after the hike.
Climbing - New Projects and Self-Sufficiency at Birdsboro
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Orange Sunshine Wall, Birdsboro in 04/10 - by Randall Carroll |
Dan led Tap Dance (5.10) on the Main Wall and set up a top rope, which gave us access to that and two other challenging climbs - Fracture (5.11) and Puss in Boots (5.9+). I got on and finished both Tap Dance and Fracture on TR, but neither without a fall. They'll be good future projects for me. We moved on to the Zorro Face where Dan got on Zorro (12a) and attempted what would have been his most difficult lead yet. He made it to the second clip, which was an incredible accomplishment, and I'm sure he'll be back on it again next time!
He reminded me at the end of the day that it was our first day outside sport climbing, just us, without any help. It gave me pause, just as our first day of self-sufficient top roping at Livesy Rock in November did. I love that climbing allows continued evolution; there's always something new to learn. The most important thing I took away from the day was a lesson I'd been taught when I started climbing - I came away with renewed sense of the importance of clear communication. I might touch on situation specifics in another post. We preach this to new gym climbers all the time, telling them to get used to yelling commands as a belayer and a climber to prevent accidents, but even the most seasoned climbers can get complacent. It's just too important to forget, and practice makes perfect!
Hope everyone else in the Northeast managed to get outside this weekend despite the heat!
Confessions of an Obsessive Planner
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Photo by Mark Trybulski |
Training for my Summit for Someone climb is hard.
Don't get me wrong, I knew it would be, and that's part of the appeal. All the hard work will be worth the reward: attempting to summit a beautiful mountain, helping under resourced teens experience the outdoors in a way that will transform their lives, and challenging myself in ways I've never challenged myself before.
I was hesitant to write about my training barriers. They're not particularly unique, and it means I'd have to put my deep thoughts out on the internet! But then I read a post by Amy Christiansen of Expand Outdoors about how we define fitness, and something clicked.
What Does Fitness Mean to Me?
My definition of fitness has evolved with personal goals. It has to. As much as we'd all like to be this wonder woman, this wonder woman, and this wonder woman at the same time, it's unrealistic. When I was swimming in college, fitness meant being able to hold a certain pace for a certain time in the water. When I was training for a marathon in Alaska, it meant holding a certain pace for a certain time on land. Now, being fit means carrying a 40 pound pack over steep terrain and being able to walk the next day!
The bottom line - it's okay to change what you focus on, whether it be one pursuit or many. I don't have to focus on everything I've used to determine fitness in the past. I don't have to be able to climb 5.11, run a marathon, summit Rainier, and swim a sub 18-minute mile in one given time frame. It's been hard for me to accept that, but reading Amy's post really got me thinking about how our definition of fitness evolves.
The Challenge of Having a Plan
I'm a planner by nature, and according to WikiHow, the authority on how to do anything, planning is a crucial step to achieving your goals. So, by nature, I'm a winner! Right? Well, sometimes. Not having a perfect plan, or having the plan go awry, can be incredibly stressful to me. As much as I need a plan to follow, that plan can become my downfall if I'm not confident it'll achieve the desired outcome, or that I can complete it. There's no Wiki for that.
My goal is to be as "fit" as humanly possible for Rainier, both because a climb like this requires it, and because I don't want to be in pain the whole way up! This means matching my training plans with my definition of fitness for this particular event. I asked for advice from people who'd climbed the mountain before, and from people who knew what it took to succeed. I took a mountaineering class in the Adirondacks. I dusted off my copy of Mountaineering: Freedom of the Hills. I watched a great DVD, which helped me develop a 6-month training program that resides in a Google calendar, required workouts delineated in bright orange. Obsessive? A little much? Maybe.
So, for now, my definition of fitness is based around carrying heavy loads up big hills for a long time. And I have to accept that the plan I've got will (hopefully) get me there.
Enter - Uncertainty
Amy says, "Fitness is personal. It’s about how you feel—from the inside out. When you’re at your ideal level of fitness, what do you feel? How do you walk in your body? What are you thinking?"
When I'm at my ideal level of fitness for whatever goal I'm pursuing, I feel invincible, I walk confidently, and think positively. Getting there can be difficult and require sacrifices. I knew I'd have trouble getting up before work to spend an hour in the gym (who doesn't?), and there would be mornings where I'd ignore the alarm. I knew searching for hikes near home with kind of elevation gain I needed to train would be nearly impossible; that once I found a hike, I'd probably have to loop it a few times to meet my training program's requirements. I knew it would be hard to find people to do the same hike three times in 90º summer heat with me. I knew it would take a lot of willpower to avoid, or careful planning to include, building Center City Sips into my calendar.
Of the two parts of the training puzzle - the mental and the physical - I have a lot more trouble with the mental part. When I decide to shorten a hike because I've been rained on for hours, why can't I just push past the discomfort? When I create a separate workout calendar to serve as a constant reminder when I miss workouts, why does it seem I do it to punish myself? Why does reading that Melissa Arnot, one of my heroes, used a 50 pound weight vest and a 3,000' hill daily as Everest training, make me doubt my program? These thoughts are all incredibly self-defeating, and end up feeding a vicious cycle of self-doubt. I have a habit of talking myself out of things that could be incredibly beneficial, and doubting my ability.
In trying to figure out where these feelings come from, Amy's post caused a little light bulb to go off. That light bulb, if it had a voice, would've said, "You're being so critical of yourself because of the uncertainty. Because you're scared. Because you have absolutely no idea what my definition of fitness for Rainier should be."
Accepting Uncertainty and Moving On
I've had a lot of trouble accepting uncertainty for a long time, hence my innate need to plan everything. But with pursuits like mountaineering, backpacking, and climbing that are weather-dependent and full of all sorts of unforeseen challenges, it's impossible to be certain about anything. And I think that's why these pursuits, as much as I'll fight them internally, are so appealing to me. They force me to abandon what makes me feel comfortable. And as anxious as I might get, I know it's good for me, and I feel better than invincible if I can persevere.
Now, I'm sure there's more to it than this, and Freud would have a field day with me. I could spend the rest of my life writing posts themed around "confessions of an obsessive planner." (We'll see what Tiffany, Sara and Candace think after a hundred emails pre-climb!) But for now, I'll accept the light bulb as it is, shoulder my 40 pound pack, and climb on!
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