Thursday, June 9, 2016

Mt Shasta: Adventures in Glissading, Summits, and Costly Mistakes

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Mount Shasta's finest
Beautiful Turbulence Loree Johnson

Rising 14,164 feet, Mt. Shasta is California's largest volcano, and one of Cali's most coveted summits.

I got blown by the wind, roasted by the sun, and my phone died to boot (and my pics too!).

Check out the full trip report (including a costly mistake I made that threatened my health), and some great pictures from others that give a great feel of what the Shasta experience was like!

Friday, November 6, 2015

Mt. Russell: Third time is the charm?

Steeps along Russell's East Ridge 

This last July marked a huge personal success.

After five years of dreaming and three attempts, Mt. Russell is in the bag! It cost several hours of climbing sand, and a post-summit bail out down the South Face in a three-hour snow flurry. One heck of a day...

That makes 8/15 California 14ers down and all of them in the southern Sierra...

Read more here...

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Mount Russell (Almost) and Thompson Variation #2

Ongoing struggles with Mount Russell's classic East Ridge, facing my personal ambition, and route-description of a seldom-traveled approach to this majestic and beastly peak.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Williamson and Tyndall 2013

Multi-day Trip from June 2013. 30 miles and 9,000 feet of elevation gain to two of the Sierra Nevadas highest peaks. Truly a life-lister.

Monday, December 16, 2013


The passing of sublime summer days into the bitter taint of stricken winter
Sunlight of sure grand magnitude blotted out by the fainter dark of chance
Mountains ere the eye could see forever, lost in an eclipsing moment of shadow
A soul in reverie never anon rejoices after one fickle coquettish glance.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Upon that Hallow

To traipse upon that hallowed ground whither no greater joy is known or felt.

Pure joy; bare soles scuffing the pavement of night as fear flees anon,

Slipping ‘neath the copse of dark to tarry on the firmament of ages.
New love kindled breast-deep under the crescendo of mountain stars.