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| oh brother where art thou? |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|12:03 am] |
Well, that is exactly what was going through my head couple of weekends ago when I and Sam were trying to climb the "South Brother" on the Olympic Peninsula and (almost) got hopelessly lost. The mountain is only 6800 ft. tall but the "trail" starts almost at sea level and there are some route finding challenges involved. Add to that I printed my topo-map at the wrong resolution rendering it completely useless. We were lost many times and literally for 2 hrs. went back and forth within the same mile unable to decide whether to backtrack or to suck it up and proceed, hoping to magically find some route up the mountain. Eventually we hit a sheer rock face and we had to backtrack after couple of hours of wandering around and found the trail to our base camp. And then the next day it is the same story. No map; no easy trail; not sure of the route. I don't think we ever did that much of bushwhacking, but ultimately we got to the big snow bowl. Our travails didn't quite end there. We were lost again (along with some other climbers) and ended up at a sheer 500 ft. drop. Another backtrack and we luckily ran into a group that knows where they are doing. It was supposed to be class 3 scrambling but given that we didn't know the route I think we ended up climbing through some very exposed class 4-ish rocks.
All is well when it ends well. We made it to the summit and after a seemingly long hike out, got home at midnight exhausted with blistered feet. |
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