Climbing Mt Shasta
Well, no… I didn’t literally climb it. I was feeling the altitude, even at a mere 3,600 ft (1097 m) where I had spent the night in Mount Shasta City. After all, I’m used to living pretty close to sea level. Luckily there was the Everitt Memorial Highway easily taking me up close to 8,000 ft (2438 m). I passed a few signs pointing out that I would need a permit to actually hike past tree line and into the designated wilderness area at 10,000 ft. (3048 m) in order to reach the summit at 14,179 ft (4321 m). Naturally I opted to let the car do the climbing for me and didn’t go beyond the nice highway. It looked pretty stark up there anyway.
Seeing the summit up close was impressive. This was the view near Bunny Flat at roughly 6900 ft (2103 m).I’ll admit to being a bit disappointed that the snow from my previous visit had mostly melted. Then again, seeing the varied colors and details of the peak was far better than I had expected. A good view of Avalanche Gulch, one of the more popular routes to climb Mt Shasta. You’ll be getting a closer look at it from shots taken near the end of the road. You might even get to see why it’s called Avalanche Gulch. 😉 Click HERE for a site that describes the climb. I found it well worth the read. But it did nothing to encourage me to attempt the climb. 😉For those of you who might have missed it, this is what the mountain looked like on a previous trip I made October 2nd, after Typhoon Pabuk from Japan kicked up a very impressive storm on our side of the Pacific, with high winds and lots of rain. At Mt Shasta’s higher elevations it came down as snow. After a mere three weeks of very warm and dry days, most of the snow had melted away.This is the site of a huge avalanche which ripped out ancient trees and sent boulders tumbling down the slopes.
Click on any image for a slideshow and a bit more detail.If you can find them, there’s two people on the nearest ridge – they’re halfway between the clump of trees at the right edge and the next single tree to the left, or nearly midway across. The woman has a light colored blouse and the man, to her left, is wearing something dark.This looks like it might have provided part of the jumble of boulders strewn everywhere. I’m quite positive I wouldn’t want to be climbing that hummer. 🙂
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.
― John Muir