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That is an incredibly HOTT photo of Beth

Yeah, I'll be there!

w00t! Way to go, kiddo! Congrats

Yeeeehaaww! Next time take me with you!

And what does this have to do with climbing?

Good work, Pax! SEhr kÜhL

Do I or Thrutch have that dubious distinction? I haven't met either of you yet, otherwise it wouldn't surprise me

Climb: Mount Rainier-Tahoma Glacier Date of Climb: 7/3/2004 Trip Report: It seems I’ve set a precedent of writing TR’s only when I fail, so it might surprise you that I occasionally succeed. Also rare (since my discovery of this site) is a trip with my dad. Luckily the two happened simultaneously this weekend. Here is the story. The Tahoma Glacier had been on the list for some time, and we had our itinerary down: hike the West Side Road to the Tahoma Creek trail, follow it to Emerald Ridge and camp near Glacier Island. Next day climb to around 10,000 feet on the glacier for our second night.. Finally, a carryover climb to the summit and down the DC to the car we’d left at Paradise. Despite a fairly early wakeup, we didn’t get going on the trail until nearly 1 pm. There’s just something about starting well below tree line that makes a Rainier climb that much more enjoyable. Along the way we were passed by Gator and friend Rebecca on their way to Pyramid Peak. I thought it was fitting that after trying to get ahold of the guy for months, when I finally see him, it’s on the trail . Almost to camp: Four hours of hiking put us around 6,000 feet at the very end of Emerald Ridge, where we decided to camp on a dirty snow patch. In the morning we would have to drop down to the best access point at 5,600 feet, so we were essentially going to climb the glacier in its entirety! It was gray and cloudy, though every now and then the clouds would separate to reveal dazzling glaciers and ruddy rock. A team of three descended past, having turned back at 12,500 that day after one dude’s crampon blew out. A group of goats liked the area enough to camp near us. View from first night's camp: I told my dad that I wanted to start up the glacier no later than 6:00 the next day, having heard about nightmare posthole conditions (though they don’t call me the posthole machine for nothin’ ). We left at 8:15 AM. This is when I realized that the climb was going to require more patience than I am used to exercising. Letting Dad lead: Funny seracs: We were quickly above the clouds and into blazing sunlight. There were tracks from the previous team, but they had traveled the far right side of the glacier. The line up the middle I had planned the previous night appeared more direct and would be more “fun” (right, Dad?). Routefinding was quite straightforward until about 8,000 feet, when a bit more thought was required. I even let Dad take the lead for a while! The crevasse crossings consisted of either a big step or a short end-run; no sketchy snowbridges yet. Snow was increasingly wet but not super soft. Eventually we could see tracks from the Puyallup Cleaver drop onto the glacier and continue up. I aimed for those across a mostly smooth slope.. After a bit I could tell that we might have a problem getting over to the main route. Above and to the right was a maze of seracs, and to the left was a dropoff blocking progress. I peeked over the edge and groaned when I saw crumbling ice towers and disintegrating snowbridges. One looked like it might span the gap, but when I ventured towards it and the edge fell away I decided it wasn’t worth trying. Here we reversed leads to examine some tracks that appeared to lead into the serac jumble. The marks abruptly disappeared, but we were able to link smooth sections between crevasses heading down and left. It was late afternoon now, past time to be playing on a glacier. I pointed out a spot and told my dad we should camp there. After thorough probing for crevasses we put up the tent at 10, 200 feet. Dad throwing in a picket to protect this loose-snow section: While melting snow my dad informed me that we were nearly out of gas. I began stuffing snow into bottles and whatever else I could get my hands on to take advantage of the sun’s warmth. The stove suddenly died and I stared at my dad through my glacier glasses, wondering why the hell he had to make things so difficult. Not enough fuel?? What a rookie mistake. Wait, no, rookies would probably take too much! At least they would be able to cook their dinners. I resigned myself to crackers and chocolate for the evening meal. A couple hours later my dad attempted to get the stove going again. Incredibly he made the thing run on fumes long enough to get water boiling, and we were able to share a freeze dried meal. 10,200 foot camp on the glacier: Midnight was the wakeup time, and we were asleep by 9 PM. I woke before the alarm and started chowing some facon. Breaking camp in the middle of the night usually isn’t fun, but we tried to hurry and were lucky enough to have fairly warm temps (in the upper 20’s) and very little wind. We headed for the summit at 1:15, following tracks that would appear and disappear without warning. Having my dad out front was frustrating for me, because he’d say “I think I see the tracks ahead…” while going in the direction opposite of where I thought we should aim. Finally I felt we were on the right route and could enjoy our position a bit. Dark gaping holes lurked in the shadows beyond my headlamp and I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. Dad finally relinquished the lead and I took off up the slope, walking up on a good crust. The rope kept tugging at my waist and I looked down at my dad wallowing in knee-deep snow. I dropped through in places, but every step was misery for him. The search for firm snow was on!. From about 11,500 to 12,000 these conditions persisted, which doesn’t sound like much, but it was killing our time. The sky began to lighten. We ran into nice steps after that point and I began to really have fun. Then I heard a roaring sound that quickly increased in loudness and I turned to see a billowing cloud roar off the Sunset Amphitheater Ice Cap. It dissipated but the icefall debris kept coming. My dad and I watched openmouthed as it poured down the slope to the left and below us. There was a team of four behind us who must have gotten a killer show. These views never get old: The last obstacle was the bergschrund, which the previous team had crossed via a high step onto the overhanging lip. I looked at it but thought there was a better way, so my dad headed left and found a good way through. After that it was mostly smooth sailing, though Dad was tiring. The wind was increasing and we weren’t moving fast enough for me to stay warm. I saw at least one climber on top of Liberty Cap and wished to be in the sunshine like they were. I took the lead and went as fast as my dad would allow, and we climbed onto a plateau from which the true summit was straight ahead. It wasn’t far, and I told my dad “Let’s go!” We pressed on and the last few steps to the top were the sweetest I’ve ever taken. The view from the top was clear in every direction. This was #13 for me, but was like summiting for the first time. We made a beeline for register rock, where I signed for NOLSe’s tent. Somehow it made the true summit while he hasn’t . The descent was in good, straightforward shape. Snow was soft enough to pull the crampons at the top of the Disappointment Cleaver. While we were stopped here a team of five (still wearing their spikes) slowly descended past, stumbling with alarming frequency. While we were glad they were below us on the Cleaver, it meant we had a lot of time to kill since my dad was reluctant to pass them anywhere on it. Sitting around in the baking sun on a pile of choss is not my idea of fun (well…sometimes). To make things worse we had run out of water and food, so I was about to push somebody into a crevasse. After about an hour of intermittent descent and waiting periods, we were able to pass them on the Ingraham Glacier, where my dad stopped and pointed out that if one of them were to drop in a crevasse, those coils they were each carrying (one had the rope wound around his hand!) would mean a much farther fall. They reluctantly stretched the rope out and we raced down as visions of cheese pizza and Tagalongs ice cream filled my head. Gear Notes: A picket each, no screws, standard glacier gear

icegirl, you were absolutely right about CascadeClimber . We've gone on only a couple trips together, but he's already one of my favorite climbing partners! There's nothing like waking up to find a pinecone stuck in your ear....

Ask NOLSe

Yes. And it was grand .

That was my longest response ever

First, I don't think you're a moron. This is something that women have to consider when climbing with men they don't know. Some (like my mom) would say that climbing is risky enough, why increase that by tying in with someone you've never met? For me, climbing (mostly mountaineering in my case) is more about being in a high beautiful environment and pushing myself than about who's at the other end of the rope. I don't need to have known someone for three years to have an amazing time in the mountains with them. A case in point: after exchanging a few PMs, NOLSe and I met to climb Rainier this April. We spoke on the phone once right before the trip, but that was the extent of our conversation. We summitted twice in 24 hours via two different routes; it was the most badass weekend of climbing I've ever had. Climbing with new people is an eye-opening experience, and I can honestly say I've learned so much more by doing it. My first rock climbing trip was to Smith with two guys I'd never met! Against all odds, everyone I've met from this site is super cool, and all (with one possible exception) behaved themselves . Take a chance Snow, you'll be glad you did.

8.5 inches does seem a bit short, especially when you had to double it. Those 4.25 inch pitches just seem to be over before you know it. But I guess if you can stretch it out full length for simul-climbing..., and the weight savings are undeniable. Still, I think I'd go with 17 or 18 inches at least, extra weight be damned! Sweet TR, iain! Glad to hear you're able to have fun on snow without skis .

Neither of those have anything to do with Kenny Rogers, but both are very "Humorous, Yet Frightening"

Is this the "I'm having fun slogging down" look? LMAO! Loren, you are going to find pinecones in places I won't mention for that!

Soooo....back to Kenny Rogers. Cracked, where's your best Kenny Rogers lookalike pic? I know you've got one!

Uh-huh. That's what you said before I disproved your theory about the lack of fun in slogging up and down volcanoes.

OMG, as if! So said by a person who was born the year Van Halen released 1984!!! d00d, you're blowing my cover here!

Young'uns. They know nothing.

I'm especially impressed that you managed to make this climb on a date that hasn't occurred yet

That is possibly my favorite post ever.

Why?

d00d! I'm 19 and live in Orting. Let's go climbing!!!