From the parking area at 13,900, we hiked up to the refuge with our overnight packs.
It started to rain, and the trail was pretty muddy.
Here comes Wilson.
After an hour or so, Iliniza Norte came out of the clouds.
Illiniza Sur (17,267 ft). We didn't climb it because it was too technical (several pitches of 70-degree ice), but I'd love to come back and give it a try.
Illiniza Norte (on the right) and its saddle with Illiniza Sur.
Anna nearing the refuge.
Illiniza Norte from the refuge.
The refuge, at 15,250 feet.
The inside of the refuge. There was one other party, two Russians and a Ukrainian, who summited the day we arrived. They were very nice but I wasn't psyched that they decided to pack up and leave the refuge at 4am the next morning.
The next morning, the mountain was socked in with fog, but it wasn't snowing... Yet.
Anna and Wilson.
Dad and Mom heading up at about 16,000 feet.
Wilson contemplating "El Paso de la Muerte". This name is a bit melodramatic in my opinion, as moves were Class 2, maybe Class 3. To my knowledge, no one has died here.
Mom approaching El Paso.
Wilson insisted that he set up a fixed rope for this section. He was taking a while, so I snuck across (sans rope) and helped him finish setting up.
It was snowing pretty hard at this point, and Wilson decided to have us rope up for the summit push.
Looking back down from near the summit.
Dad, Anna, Mom and Wilson on the summit.
My glacier glasses were total babe magnets...
As we headed down, the weather deteriorated.
Anna, Wilson and Mom nearing the saddle between the Illinizas.
We descended with a sense of urgency to beat an approaching thunderstorm.
We stopped for a short break and some tea at the refuge, then packed up and headed down to the jeep.