Call Me Crazy

Denali, rising 20,320 feet (6,194m) above sea level, is one of the coldest places on earth and it is the mountain that draws me in the most (Mt Vincent is not far behind and that is found in one of the most inhospitable places on earth!)

I don’t know what it is about Denali that makes the pull so strong, but out of the Seven Summits, this is the one that gets my heart racing and me longing to get out onto the mountains again.

It might not be the highest of the Seven Summits but it is certainly one of the challenging ones. Dropped off in a propeller plane in the middle of a glacier, the plane doesn’t bother switching off its engines. They merely drop you off and head out into the sky again, leaving you and your team standing alone, desolate in the Alaskan Mountain Range. Because of the arctic conditions you are hiking in, the weather is extreme and severe and as the plane fades away into the blue sky, it’s just your team, you and your heavy backpack and the sled you will be pulling behind you as you make your way towards the summit.

Source: adventure.nationalgeographic.com

Credit: adventure.nationalgeographic.com

A year ago, after climbing Aconcagua, I was already dreaming of this mountain. It’s not my next mountain to climb but it is on my list of seven that I’m climbing for a cure for Cystic Fibrosis. Like most other high altitude mountains to climb, it is an expensive extreme sport and as always I have to factor in leave from work. But I have no limits to the dreams I have. All that matters is that it is my dream and without any doubt in my mind, I know one day, whether it is in two years’ time or ten years’ time, I will climb her slopes. That’s the amazing thing about dreams. You can dream as big and expansive as you want and by believing in your dreams, that is how they become possible.

A year ago, I already started researching to find the perfect training I could do to prepare myself for a mountain like this. Training that will strengthen my body, not only to carry 20 kg’s on my back as I climb at altitude, but to pull a 40 kg sled behind me at the same time.
Since my climbing expedition began, I have become the fittest I have ever been in my life and this mountain will be no different, my fitness level will probably be at its highest by the time I head out to her slopes. I am not delusional in any way, it will be hard and probably one of the toughest mountains I have yet to climb but the dream of one day waking up to the news that a cure has been found for Cystic Fibrosis spurs me on. When the air near the top gets thin and the slopes get steep and my breathing becomes laboured, I am reminded of what each and every person with Cystic Fibrosis will at some time of their encounter; shortness of breath and difficulty just doing the simplest of things like getting dressed in the morning or even just getting up. The higher I climb at altitude the harder it gets to breathe and to do even the simplest of tasks.

This has always been my mission: To climb for a cure.

I have climbed two of the Seven Summits already. One will be a redo as we had to turn back 400 metres shy of the summit due to the high risk of avalanches due to the severe weather that had hit us on summit night/morning. This is life on the mountain, there are no guarantees.

Mountain climbing has always been a love for me and now climbing at altitude has become a passion. This morning as I woke long before my alarm sounded, I lay in bed reading Will Cockrell’s account of his journey to summit Denali. Reading the words of his experience, my heart raced a little faster as I read faster, taking in his experience. When I read of others experiences on the mountain, I am transported back to mountains slopes I have walked myself. It’s hard to explain completely what happens on a mountain to those who haven’t been before, it’s a shared experience with those who have had the privilege of being out there too. Words can hardly ever describe the extreme mental and physical things you endure while out on the mountain and yet the pure ecstasy of what you are doing makes it worth every single step.

Want to know more of what Denali holds for me in the future? Keep reading…

Denali, also known as Mt McKinley, is North America’s highest mountain. The Denali climb begins deep in the heart of the Alaska Mountain Range on the Kahiltna Glacier. The climb takes approximately 17-18 days round trip from Base and usually additional days (about four) are added to allow for inclement weather, acclimatization and optimal summit attempts.

Located just two degrees south of the Arctic Circle, Denali’s environment is an eternal winter. It is a mountain of extreme conditions where a climber may encounter 100-mph (160km) winds and temperatures can range anywhere from-30F to -70F (-36 to -56˚C). Alternately, some days on the lower slopes are quite hot with sunshine lasting up to 20 hours. The best snow and weather conditions for climbing in the Alaskan Range are usually best from May through July. Colder minimum temperatures and strong northwest winds commonly occur in May. Late June and July are warmer but more unsettled. By late July, travel on the lower glaciers is made difficult by melting snow bridges over crevasses and by more inclement weather with heavier snowfall and increased avalanche danger. The highest success rates occur in June. April is an excellent month for many of the lower peaks with conditions often cold and clear while the winter extremes still linger on Denali. The coldest weather on Denali is found from November through April with average temperatures ranging from -30F to -70F (-36 to -56˚C). It is not uncommon to find it -50F (-56˚C) at the 17,200 foot camp in early May.

Something to keep in mind when choosing the month to climb, going really late in the season will probably mean that you won’t be able to get picked up again as the planes won’t be able to land on the exposed glaciers; this means a 10 day walk through the forest! *Grin* Well I do like a challenge!

To add more of a challenge while climbing Denali, there are no porters available to cut some slack for us climbers. All expedition members carry their own gear and a month’s worth of food, usually around 300lbs (136kg’s) between a climber and his/her partner. The gear is split up between your backpack and a sled is pulled behind you.

While climbing Denali, the low camps are by far the warmest parts of the mountain. Deep snow and climbing gentle slopes, but with lots of distance to cover can be expected. No doubt the sled pulling combined with heavy backpacks will help balance the challenge while on this expedition! Reaching Advanced Base Camp is similar to travel through the low camps. Heavy backpacks combined with the use of sleds is still the method of travel. Although the distance between the camps is shorter, the terrain becomes much steeper. Advanced Base Camp is where climbers will spend the majority of their time, hoping they get that window of opportunity to move on the high camp and later summit.

Credit: alaskamountaineeringschool.blogspot.com -  16K ridge, moving to high camp

Credit: alaskamountaineeringschool.blogspot.com –
16K ridge, moving to high camp

Due to the troposphere being thinner around the arctic, the barometric pressure on the mountain is significantly low, making it “feel like” you are at a higher altitude. This is said to be a major reason why an unusual amount of climbers succumb to altitude problems.
With spectacular views and intense weather, high camp is said to be beautiful but brutal. Reaching high camp is apparently the most technical part of climbing Denali. The ascent begins with fixed ropes up 50 degrees of ice right outside Advanced Base Camp. Then the wait begins for the perfect weather break to head out to the summit.

Credit: www.alpineinstitute.com - Climbers approaching the summit of Denali

Credit: http://www.alpineinstitute.com – Climbers approaching the summit of Denali

Reaching Denali’s summit includes several technical challenges and difficult terrain and it is likely to be the coldest and riskiest day of the entire climb. But I can only imagine, after weeks of excitement and boredom, hard work and anxiety, the final push to the summit is what makes it all worthwhile. For me, on summit day, my body finds new strength with my goal and dream at the forefront of my mind. I become more focused that I have ever been. While it may be true that the Alaska Range has a reputation for poor weather and brutal storms, I know from past experience, when the weather is good, the rewards of being there are immeasurable and on a mountain like Denali I can already imagine that the expansive glaciers and the rugged summits will be forever impressed in my memory.

Alpine Ascents describes Denali like this “There are certain mountains that need no explanation as to why climb. Denali is such a mountain. Its tremendous size and beauty generate a magnetism that continually draws climbers from around the world. An ascent of Denali touches the psyche of all Alpinist, and for those who have undertaken its challenges, it rewards them with an unforgettable, once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

In 2015 I will begin training for my third of the Seven mountain summit I hope to climb, which will be in Russia. I’m excited at what lies ahead. I’m excited at the thought that Denali lies beyond my Russian climb. The call is the strongest one yet and as I journey every day closer to my dreams, my heart continues to beat a little faster as I rub my hands in glee at all that lies ahead.

Call me crazy but I dream of sitting in the vestibule of my tent, breathing hard as I try to take in as much air into my lungs as humanly possible. I long to struggle with ice-cold fingers to snap on my crampons over my big and bulky snow boots, something that is impossible to do with thick gloves on, hence the ice-cold fingers. It may not be everyone’s idea of a cool way to spend a holiday, but this is my dream. I long to glance out at the mountain ranges before me as the snow crunches beneath my boots and to breathe in the crisp, ice-cold air. I long for the struggle, the agony and ultimately the ecstasy of realising another dream and once again to be a part of the elite few that get to experience the true magic of life on the mountain. The mountains will always call, and I will always go.

I am a simple girl with BIG dreams.

I say, bring it on!

~ Walking 4 Air for all those with Cystic Fibrosis and in memory of my best friend, Emma. ~

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Double Delights

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn. ~ John Muir

Sunday morning we headed out to Constantia Nek to hike Constantia Corner, a hike I have never done before but been longing to do it for like forever! Exhausted from my studies and work, getting up early and heading out to hike was the last thing I felt like but I knew the mountain air would be exactly what I needed. Hoping for a nice afternoon off to just relax, we set the intention to be off the mountain 1pm.

The winter rains that had been falling for the last two days were moving on and a misty cloud hovered over the higher peaks, making it perfect weather for hiking. Within minutes we were heading off to the left, up the long set of wooden steps leading up the mountain side. We had one of two routes to try and once we had spent 15 minutes on nature’s stair master we would decide which one to take.

The mist rolling over the mountain slopes made for beautiful views all on its own. There is always something so magical about hiking in the mist and knowing that when we hike this route again on a sunny day it’s going to look completely different, offering us so many different views.

Making our way up as the mist rolls over.

Making our way up as the mist rolls over.

Misty morning wonder!

Misty morning wonder!

The first split in the road where we would eventually come back to...

The first split in the road where we would eventually come back to…

As we reached the first split in the road we could either go off to the left and find the path leading up from there or we could continue on the natures stair master and keep heading up. We decided to stick on the path we were on and take the route at the next higher junction. It wasn’t before long we had reached the next junction and we headed off to the left to find the next path we had to take. With the recent rains the path at first was clear but soon the washed away path disappeared beneath the vegetation. We did a bit of bundu bashing where it looked like the path led but eventually trees leaning across the path, having had debris from the mountain side wash over it, began blocking the way. Climbing over and under, the path just got worse and eventually we came to a stop while trying to figure out the way forward. A few more steps forward and the path was completely unrecognisable. At this point there was just no way forward. We decided to head back to where the path split and re-read the route description. We were on the right track but the path was just no longer accessible. Little did I realise at that point, the route description I was working off was from 2010 and I guess with four years’ worth of winter rain and little foot traffic on the specific route, the path had just not survived. We had one of two choices for that point, take the easy but steep jeep track road up to the dam and be on top within 30 minutes or head back down the mountain to the lower section where we could attempt the other route.

Luckily, I have a wonderful hiking partner who is always ready to say yes and even though I desperately wanted the afternoon to just relax, I too desperately wanted to do this hike and I wasn’t ready to give up on finding the path that would take us to the top. So we headed back down to the lower path that would hopefully take us up again.

At times a light, misty rain fell on us, the view covered by the clouds and at other times it would break open and offer us glimpses of what lay below. Within a short period of time we were back on the lower path and almost back at the cars and practically starting our hike all over again!

We headed off to the side and followed the jeep track to the end, this time hoping the dead-end would give way to the promised path. There just beyond the end was a small stone path between the shrubs leading up the mountain. Happy days, we had found a path that would take us to the top!

A small rainbow as if celebrating a path we could use!

A small rainbow as if celebrating a path we could use to get to the top.

The mist rolling over the higher peaks.

The mist rolling over the higher peaks.

Beautiful, misty views as we climbed up.

Beautiful, misty views as we climbed up.

Scrambling up the mountain.

Part views of Orange Kloof below.

Part views of Orange Kloof below.

Once again we found ourselves climbing up the mountain slope as light drizzle began to fall again, cooling us down. This path offered incredible views as did the previous path and when the misty clouds parted we got sneak peeks at the views of Hout Bay and the magnificent Orange Kloof below. There was quite a bit of rock scrambling adding to our adventure, rather than just hiking. Careful not to slip on the wet rocks we climbed higher and even negotiated a rocky ledge as we climbed up and over.

On top, the table top opened up before us as we made our way across.

On top, the table top opened up before us as we made our way across.

Water logged pathways on top.

Water logged pathways on top.

The frogs were loving this!

The frogs were loving this!

Shimming between rocks and swooping under trees and scrambling over rocks, we finally crested the last rock and surfaced on the top and began to make our way across the top of the mountain. We passed a rock called “Camel Rock” as it looks exactly like one and eventually between two huge rock overhangs we stopped for lunch.

The rock known as "Camel Rock"

The rock known as “Camel Rock”

The magical of the mist changes everything!

The magic of the mist changes everything!

Living life large!

Living life large!

Before too long we were on our way over to the De Villiers Dam, the only sound as we walked was the whooshing of our legs brushing past the vegetation on the side of the path and if we stopped and stood in silence all we could hear was the incredible sounds of the frogs happily croaking and the birds chirping. It was beyond magical!

As we came up to the dam, the mist rolled over the black looking surface of the water, creating the beautiful portraits in nature. We stood there for a while listening to nature and watching the mist roll in over the dam.

Some more negotiating of the trail was to be had on top.

Some more negotiating of the trail was to be had on top.

Seeing the "Overseer’s Cottage" in the distance let us know that we were near the dam.

Seeing the “Overseer’s Cottage” in the distance let us know that we were near the dam.

The mist rolling in over De Villiers Dam.

The mist rolling in over De Villiers Dam.

We didn’t stop for too long at the dam as we were both eager to get back down. We headed down via the steep jeep track until we hit the wooden stairs leading down the slopes and headed down that way back to where our cars were parked.

Making our way down the jeep track.

Making our way down the steep jeep track.

This trail was well worth the wait and the double hike we ended up doing! It is jaw-droppingly beautiful to hike in the misty cloud and with hardly any other hikers around. The solitude and beauty of the mountain was exactly what I needed to re-energize my weary body and mind! I can’t wait to get out there and do this hike again when the weather is clear as it will offer a whole different take when the sun is shining!

There was so much beauty on the mountain that day, I couldn’t help but be grateful for a wonderful hiking partner always willing to say yes and for going the extra mile, literally!! It was exactly what the doctor ordered and even though we had double hiked parts of the hike we still managed to make it down by 1:30pm and I still managed to get the afternoon off. Bonus!

~ All Photos By Me ~

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