Preparing food for the trip - Livermore, CA.
Flying out of San Francisco.
Flying past Mt. Rainier
Our bush pilot service, Gulf Air Taxi, in Talkeetna
Pilot Mike Ivers, who sadly died in a crash a few years later.
The team in Talkeetna, ready for launch
Flying down the coast.
Looking out the windshield just before landing on the beach.
Sorting gear on the beach.
Following the Grizzlies up the beach.
First encounter with Devil's Club. A well-named plant.
Closeup of Devil's club just sprouting leaves.
Typical travel in the rain forest.
A camp in the rain forest. These were always on a bear path, as that was the only open ground.
A clearing in the forest.
Climbing a tree for a better view of things.
Flagging a tree for the second carry. All flags were removed.
Tough terrain in the rain forest.
Finally breaking out of the coastal forest zone onto a glacier (the black thing below)
Travel through the alders.
First camp on the glacier.
A telephoto view of Fairweather from camp. This is when we discovered we were on the wrong glacier. The pilot had landed on the wrong beach.
Starting a course correction - 8 miles of travel to the correct glacier.
On the Interglacier, headed for the Fairweather Glacier.
Coming upon a small lake on the Inter Glacier. This isn't named, but we called it Bear Lake for the Grizzlies we saw there.
Arriving on the Fairweather Glacier.
Finally out of the talus zone and onto the ice.
Looking back to the ocean down the Fairweather Glacier. This is the way we had planned to approach the mountain.
First icefall on the lower Fairweather Glacier
Finding a way along the lateral moraine.
Finally on the moraine and out of the ice field.
Finally approaching the foot of the mountain.
Mt. Fairweather from the south. The SE (Carpe') Ridge descends from the summit to the right foreground.
Finally on the relatively flat section of glacier at the foot of the mountain.
Approaching the Carpe' Ridge (straight ahead of the climbers.)
Nearing the base of the route.
The climb begins.
Camp 1 on the Carpe' Ridge.
Peaks to the south, late evening.
The crux section - steep class 4 climbing in plastic boots with a frame pack. Dave led it brilliantly.
Dave and Gary above the crux step. Photo by Kim
Steep, deep, loose snow mid-way up the ridge.
High camp on the reidge. The summit can be seen above.
Looking out the tent door from high camp.
Evening at high camp.
Leaving high camp on summit day.
The upper Carpe' ridge.
Lenticular clouds announce arriving bad weather.
Visibility dropping, winds rising.
The summit cone is reached via 50-degree ice slopes. Kim led it all in a white-out.
On the 15,600' summit, struggling to stand in the wind.
In a crevasse below the summit, where we were forced to spend the night after Kim steppd off a cliff on the descent, unable to distinguish snow from sky.
Preparing for a bivouac in the crevasse.
Celebrating success on the descent the next day - the flag of our sponsor.
The descent toward our tent after the unplanned bivouac. Visions of sleeping bags and food dancing in our minds.
Rappelling the crux rock step.
Rappelling the rock band.
Nearing the glacier again.
R & R in a camp at the base of the ridge.
Now the long trek back to the beach, Dave with frostbitten feet.
The lower glacier carries so much rock and soil that good-sized trees and bushes grow on it.
Back at the beach after 21 days. This is one of the wildest pieces of shoreline in the world, inhabited by sea otters, seals, and grizzlies.
Telephoto view of Fairweather from the final evening on the beach.
Scratching out signals to passing pilots.
Getting a message to our bush pilot via a passing private plane.
Flying back up the coast.
Landing back at Talkeetna.
A view of the summit of Mt. Fairweather on an exceptional day, taken from a commercial jet liner. Photo by R. Dietz.