The two weeks leading up to the climb was blue-bird skies. It pains me to think of my initial anticipation, watching those webcam shots of the beautifully clear mountain from Phoenix throughout my work day. Then came the forecast. There's going to be a fairly decent tropic storm moving into the region on Sunday, the day of our departure. We poured over as many forecast models as we could; everything seemed to reflect the same dooming inevitability. Okay, no problem. We go through our systems before hand. Print several maps, bring the compass, we're ready for route-finding in a whiteout. Treat the backpack and gloves with some extra water-repellent, pack a couple trash bag liners to preserve the dryness of our gear and we should be set. We've got all the gortex one could need, what could possibly go wrong?
Dave's take on the trip:
Pics below...