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2011 Mt. Rainier Summit Climb
Tucker Trotter, Justin Wood, Garrett Ochs, Bill Spillar and
I left June 17th, 2011 for Seattle to climb Mt. Rainier. Arriving in Seattle, we drove to Ashford, WA
and stayed our first night at the Nisqually Inn. We had a good dinner and a few beers at the
Highlander Restaurant and then went to bed.
The next morning, we entered the park and drove to Paradise, the highest
point that you can drive up the mountain.
It is the trailhead for climbing the mountain. It was a cloudy and drizzly day, but we headed
out anyway to test our mountain fitness.
We climbed about 1,200’ of elevation at a quick pace and descended
strong, but got very wet in the process.
Driving back to Ashford, we checked into the Whittaker Bunkhouse for the
next two nights.
On Saturday, we met our guides Leon Davis and Solveig
Garhart, for our orientation meeting.
They presented a video slide show and overview of what was to come. We discussed our gear, packing, climbing
techniques and other information necessary to make the summit. My good friends, Shelly and Jackson Ritenour,
who I climbed Kilimanjaro in 2007 arrived and we had dinner together back at
the Highlander. We were on the 5-day
climb, and they the 4-day. Fortunately,
we were scheduled to summit on the same day.
Sunday, we all meet at 8 am at basecamp to begin our
mountain climbing and rescue skills.
Driving back to Paradise and then climbing 400’ up the mountain, we
spent the afternoon learning self-arrest, rope, rescue, and other climbing
skills. It was also an opportunity for
our guides to test and judge our fitness levels. Everyone arrived in very fit condition, so we
had no issues and the guides were confident in our abilities. After we got back, we headed to the Copper
Creek Restaurant for our last real meal before starting the climb.
Monday, we all again met at basecamp at 8 am. This time fully packed and dressed to
climb. We headed back to Paradise,
hefted our packs and began the climb.
Climbing in hour-long (1,000’) pitches, we headed for our first
destination at Camp Muir. Starting at
5,400’, we had 4,680’ to climb which we accomplished taking four breaks
in-route. It was sunny, warm, and the
snow conditions were slushy making it more difficult. I did not wear enough sunscreen a mistake I
would feel for the remainder of the climb.
Arriving at Camp Muir, we made camp in tents that enabled us
to avoid the catacomb like hut.
Thankfully, we only had to put up with wind noise and not a dozen other
people in close proximity. The first
night, all of us rested well.
Tuesday, we got up around 6:30 am, ate breakfast and then
headed up to Ingraham Flats for a day of additional training and
acclimatization. Once again, we
climbed up about a 1,000’ giving our guides more time to access our climbing
fitness. Leon and Solveig, continued up
the mountain to work on the trail making it safer to pass through a exposed
area that traversed below a rock wall.
Mike worked with the group as we set up anchors and belays practicing
crevasse rescue skills. Once Leon and
Solveig returned, we made a quick descent back to Camp Muir. By then, the snow had become very slushy
making it difficult to get good footing and taking a lot of energy.
By now, our appetites were beginning to wane making it
difficult to eat our entire dinner packages.
Not wanting to carry it down, we had to force eat all of our food. At 6 pm, it was time to climb into our tents
and get as much rest as possible before midnight when we would wake to begin
the summit climb.
Wednesday, just past midnight, Leon woke us to begin the
climb. All of us were ready. We got dressed, put on our boots, gaiters,
and crampons and had a quick meal of oatmeal, nuts, and dried fruit. One quick cup of coffee and we were roped up
and began the climb. Leon led off with
me in second position, Garrett, and Justin behind. From Camp Muir, we retraced our steps
traversing across the Cowlitz Glacier, up the Cathedral Gap, and back to our
first break at Ingraham Flats. The first
pitch went well, although Mark who was part of our group, wasn’t feeling well
and decided to go back down. Solveig
returned with him to Muir. Matt roped in
with us and Anna joined Tucker’s team.
Our next pitch was the longest and steepest. Taking over an hour and a half, we traversed
across a narrow path above dangerous crevasses.
It required us to short rope and anchor to fixed ropes. Then we climbed a nearly vertical pitch up
Disappointment Cleaver having to stop often because of the long line of
climbers ahead of us. While it was
frustrating having to start and stop so often, it did slow the pace making it
easier to keep our breath. Once we were
in a safe place, we took our second break.
At this point, while the air was getting thinner, I felt the greatest
struggle was behind us and the summit was within reach.
As we left on our third pitch, we got our first glimpse of
the coming sunrise. We were climbing
above the intersections of the Emmons and Ingraham Glaciers. The terrain was still steep, but by now we
had reached the more rounded top levels of the mountain. We were making broad switchbacks as we
ascended up the mountain. It was
becoming increasingly windy at this point.
Leon was keeping a steady pace, but a couple of times I was almost blown
off balance enough to lose my rhythm.
Not wanting to ever pull on the rope attached to Leon, I worked hard to
keep the pace. As we approached our last
break, Brent the lead guide of the other RMI team used his shovel to cut ledges
into the steep slope so we could all have a ledge to sit safely on. The odd part was, the snow that he was
shoveling was coming down the mountain onto us very fast. I wasn’t sure how smart it was, but it ended
up being no big deal and having a place to sit when we arrived made it worth
it.
Leon led our team in front of Brent’s as we left for our 4th
and last pitch before the summit. I was
glad, because I felt we were climbing stronger.
Now above, 13,000’ it was getting colder and windier. The wind was blowing 30 to 45 mph by
now. Ice crystals were peppering my face
and getting into my eyes, but it wasn’t too bad. We were witnessing one of the most glorious
sunrises I’ve ever witnessed. I was able
to snap a couple of pictures of our team climbing in the early light. I was beginning to feel the altitude and was
now breathing pretty hard. Focusing on
climbing efficiently and pressure breathing kept me in good shape and staying
with the pace as we approached the summit.
Looking up at the summit, the wind was blowing very hard and at the
crest of the caldera. I could see
flurries of snow and ice whipping over the edge. I thought that we would go over the edge of
the caldera and descend into the crater.
For some reason, Leon pulled us up just a few feet short of the caldera
rim. He and the other guides felt it
wasn’t safe to go to the edge. He
confirmed that we had reached the summit and we felt OK with his decision. Because of the windy conditions, we only
spent a few minutes on the summit. I
only had time to snap a few pictures, grab a quick drink, and then head back
down. It was very cold and we all left
our down parkas on for the first pitch of the descent.
Our team did a great job of descending back down to Camp
Muir. The snow conditions made for good
footing and with the exception of a couple of slips, we all made it down
quickly and strong. Once back at Camp
Muir, we rested, packed up our remaining gear, ate lunch, and then made the
long haul back to Paradise. Coming down
the Muir Snowfield in mushy conditions, it was hard work plowing our way down
the mountain. Tucker and Garrett set a
fast pace, while I maintained a steady, but slower pace down. Taking every advantage to glissade (sliding
down on your butt), we were able to slide down about 1,000’ of the descent
using pre-grooved snow slides. All in
all, we all made it down, a bit sore, but in good shape.
Once we got back to basecamp, we assembled for beer and
pizza while Leon, Solveig, and Mike presented our summit diplomas and we all
shared our acknowledgements for a successful climb.


On Thursday February 17th several people gathered
at Dimensional Innovations for a “happy hour” of listening to a tale of
adventure.
THE HIGHEST MAN ON THE PLANET


Once again we find ourselves trying to adequately say thank
you. It isn’t that we can’t say the
words - it’s more that these simple words don’t seem to completely express our
gratitude. We are so beyond just being
thankful. Since August 25th,
2009, Jadon’s D-Day (Diagnosis Day), we have been saying “Thank You” to far
more people than we actually knew before that day.

I returned home on January 24th after successfully summiting Aconcagua. Good food, a warm bed, clean clothes and showering had been put on hold for the past 21 days and it was a delight to back among the things we so take for granted.
The trip ended up being a psychological challenge every bit as much as physical. Hiking almost 40 miles in the first three days, and that was just to reach base camp. Then as we began climbing we used a “carry and move” process for ascending the mountain. The first day was the “carry”. We would “carry” approximately half our gear up to the next camp and “cache” it, then descend back down to the camp below. This “climb high and sleep low” was a key component of our acclimatization. The following day we would pack up the remainder of our gear and “move” to the next camp. This process was absolutely necessary because in the beginning our packs would have weighed more than 90 pounds. As it was, 45 lb. packs were plenty heavy at those altitudes. The mental part was having to fight the battle twice to achieve the next camp. The “carry and move” process was repeated three times as we ascended to Camps 1,2 & High Camp. We began the climb at roughly 8,000’ climbing to 22,830’. Since we climbed from Base Camp to High Camp twice, in total we climbed about 21,000 vertical feet.
An average day, we would climb 2,000’ of elevation and do so in 5 or 6 hour long “pitches”. On “carry” days, we then would descend back down in about 1/3 – 1/2 the time. It made for 6 – 9 hours per day of extremely vigorous exercise. For me, I didn’t have too much problem climbing. It was descending that really wore me out. It was harder on my joints and muscles. That’s why I grew to like “move” days better. Even though we had to set up our tents and make camp, I preferred it to descending back to the lower camp.
Aconcagua is a very dry, rocky, and completely void of plant or animal life once you get above base camp. You might as well be on Mars. While there are many beautiful views of distant peaks, ridges, glaciers, and the like, most of your day is spent looking at the ground directly below your feet. You spend hours focusing on the climber’s feet ahead of you, mimicking their steps and trying to stay in precise rhythm with them. Physically, you’re pretty much at your “redline”. You're focusing on your breathing and foot placement to not miss a step and fall behind. When the air is that thin, slipping just one step, takes a lot of effort to catch back up. Literally, I would spend an entire “pitch” and only look up two or three times. No way do you have time to stop and take a picture.
We battled four of the nights in very tough windstorms. After working that hard to climb, you crawl into you sleeping bag exhausted and then to be greeted by a howling windstorm all night was not fun. At times, we had to sit up and brace the tent to keep it from collapsing. In fact, several tents from other groups did collapse with those folks having to pile in with others in their group. The flapping and whipping of the tent fabric kept us all awake for most of the night during these storms.

After we made our “move” to high camp at just below 20,000’, it was very cold and windy. The weather reports indicated that we were in for another windy night and our prospects for a summit attempt the next morning were looking dim. That meant that we would have to spend another day and night at that altitude. The entire time we were on the mountain, our guide Larry, told us to not put much stock in the weather reports. The jet streamoften made it's path directly over the mountain and weather was just too unpredictable to count on. I told my tent mates to stay positive and be prepared to climb because I had a good feeling. We were all so exhausted that we would have been happy to just stay in our bags and sleep it out.
Sure enough, about 6 AM we heard our guides telling us to get up and get ready. Already other groups had started up the mountain. It was so damn cold, that I could not tie the laces on my boots. Aike, the assistant guide had to put on my crampons. But we were on our way. I can tell you from climbing four other mountains, that the first 30 minutes of summit day are filled with anxiety and fear. Your mind is finally waking up to the fact that your physical body has somehow willed itself toward the summit in spite of all of the logical and rational arguments your mind has been making. “Holy shit Batman! We’re really going to do this!” Your heart starts pounding, you can’t catch your breath, you don’t look up. You don’t want to see how far you have to go. “It’s still dark!” “For crying out loud, why am I doing this?” Then after about 30 minutes you calm down, focus on your breathing, focus on your steps, find your rhythm and settle into your groove. You try not to think that you’ve been exhausted climbing six hours a day and now today you're going to climb ten hours and at much higher altitudes.

Summit day for me was like a two-way conversation with the two of me. One of me was determined focused and in the groove. Fearless, calm, & positive. The other me was cooking up creative and clever ways I could call it quits and still save face. Yeah, I probably considered quitting about 50 times that day. My lungs were working at capacity, my legs at times were not placing my feet securely, and I was convincing myself that I would not have enough energy or strength to get “down”. I am not an overly religious person, but I said at least 51 prayers that day. I prayed for God to give me the “strength, courage, lungs, and legs” to make the summit and return. I was on a mission to Climb4SMA. I needed to summit. I reminded myself many times that Jadon spends every day of his life fighting for his breath. And he does it with a smile on his face. I told myself if he can find the strength, I can take one more step. The last 100 meters from the summit, one of our team turned around. As crazy as that seems, I understood and did not judge him. I was taking four breaths per step. It took that many lungful's of air to get sufficient oxygen to my legs for another step.
Jadon’s spirit was my constant companion in that last hour. Reaching the summit a wave of emotion came over me. I had just summited; a huge personal achievement but more importantly, I was now able to show the banner of all the generous companies and individuals who joined Tony, Kristin, Jadon, and me in raising more than $45,000 to help find a cure for Spinal Muscular Atrophy. I felt good that I was able to keep my promise and deliver a summit and help generate more awareness towards ending SMA. I am deeply appreciative to all the support I received and thank everyone who helped us raise the money.
Climb4SMA is not over. Next June, my partner Tucker, Justin our VP of Sales, Garrett, my son-in-law, and Bill Spillar with JE Dunn will climb Mt. Rainier. Climb4SMA will be a part of that event and we will continue to extend opportunities for others to join the fight.
Jim

Via satellite phone on Fri: We're three hrs from Camp 3. I'm feeling very strong & lungs are doing great. Should be set to summit Tuesday morning.
Picture courtesy of www Aconcaguanow com
Click the picture to see what it looks like right now from the live webcam.
The summit is 8,440 feet higher than where the webcam is located.The above picture was taken at the base camp of Mt. Aconcagua (14,400') via webcam this morning. Looks like another clear day. The forecast for the next two days looks clear but cold and windy.Temperature - Forecasted high is 3 degrees above zero (F) with the low dipping to 4 degrees below zero.Wind Chill - Forecasted Wind Chill will be around 30 degrees BELOW zero.Winds - Decreasing from 60mph today to 45mph Tuesday.Jim will leave High Camp early tomorrow morning (Tuesday) to attempt the summit of 22,840'. While the skies are clear, the cold and especially the wind may potentially alter those plans. the forecast is calling for higher winds on Wednesday but then decreasing to only 20mph on Thursday. It appears their best shot at the summit will be either tomorrow or Thursday. Safety is most important and Jim is climbing with someone who knows Mt. Aconcagua very well. The right decision will be made although I am sure their excitement is telling them to go NOW.Pray for good weather and a safe climb!