Never actually made it past 8300 feet, there was so much snow.
Photo © Katja
This lake has been around for a million years. An amazing bird pond if there ever was one, this intricate eco system is a major stopover for migratory birds.
Turns out the Saxon rope guns** we found at the Mexican restaurant in Bishop consistently aimed too high. Who wants to struggle up five pitches of 5.11b or haul themselves up a 5.12d face climb on their vacation? To no suprise these fine people have named their firstborn after Juri Gagarin, the first human in outer space.**
Gerlind and Scholle on Towering Inferno.
Gunter cranking 5.12d on the west side of the Inner Gorge with Katja on the belay.
Respect this kid.
* “Sandbag” – Kletterroute die schwieriger ist als beschrieben.
** “Rope gun” – Kletterer der einem Routen aufsetzt die man selber im Vorstieg nicht packt.
(c) Photo: Katja
No need for a headlamp when the moon is lighting your campground. The little spec of white on the crest of the hills are the Sierras peeking through.
With a cold wind blowing from the hills who would say no to a view of Mt. Whitney from your room and a hot tub downstairs. If only the cranky one hadn’t packed his car keys with the tent we could probably stay here forever. Word is John Wayne’s favorite room was # 22.
Despite the briskness at 10,000 feet some of these trees have been putting on rings for 5,000 years. Ah the Bronze age, I remember those days, they were building the pyramids.