This is definitely one thing I can blame on my mom, she is the hiker. I know now she had a daughter so she would have a hiking buddy. When we would visit my grandma she always said “hey let’s go for a hike at Will Rogers State Park” and off we’d go. Will Rogers State Park is as nestled as anything can be in Los Angeles offering spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean the higher up you go and we always managed to hike the loop trail to the highest point we could reasonable reach in a few hours. Our weekend jaunts included what seemed like endless car rides to Sequoia National Park for more hiking. I “discovered” my very first period in the campground bathroom. My mom told me “just wrap some toilet paper around my underwear, the nearest store is 30 miles away.” By the time I was nine she was taking my brother and me up Half Dome in Yosemite. (Here is where I must admit the cables were a bit to daunting and I waited at the bottom, which haunted me until my 30’s when I returned to the very top to dangle my feet off the edge as the climbers topped out over Half Dome’s face.)
My mom decided it was time to hike to the
highest peak in the lower 48, Mt. Whitney, 14,505 feet. I was fourteen. The first plan was to hike part way, camp,
and then reach the summit on the second day.
Instead, we hiked up and back in one day, 22 miles round trip. Being fourteen and sexy I raced some cute
boys to the top, leaving my mom and brother behind. My mom said I wrote “18” in the summit log book,
instead of my real age. I can’t remember and it was so long ago I doubt there
is proof anymore. But it was Mt. Whitney,
at fourteen, when I knew my heart belonged in the mountains. After tackling the highest point in the lower
48, why not the highest point in North America, Denali?
I truly believe I had absolutely no idea back then of what it
meant to climb Denali. Until then I had
only hiked. But as time went on I learned to climb rocks,
ice and mountains. I joined backcountry
ski patrol to learn about avalanches. I
soaked up rescue clinics to learn crevasse travel and survival. I read – at the library. In 2007 I made my first attempt, successfully
reaching 14,200 feet where bronchitis set in and my climb was over.