Pre-climb, Peter (@pwcarey) and I at a Mexican resto with our hosts Jessica (@italylogue) and Chris (@c_bright).
Jess and me pre-dinner.
My birthday present from Jess & Chris? Marshmallows! This is me with a jar of Fluff (and the weird sun reflection on my throat).
It's a marshmallow laptop party with me and Jess!
Peter filling out the trail card for (it turns out) the wrong trail.
From the parking lot, heading to the wrong trail.
Affirming our camping choice as being totally illegal.
Birthday climb - it's official!
Taking a picture thinking it's the right trail (WRONG!). The horses should have tipped us off...
If I look confused it's because I'm not sure we're in the right place. And we weren't.
And now we are!
My smile says "we just hiked a mile in the wrong direction but I'm going to put on a happy face."
Me and Peter, pre climb.
Can you spot Peter's red backpack in the woods?
Mount Bachelor in the distance.
And a little closer.
After 2.4 miles straight up in the forest, without a view, you come to a clearing. And then you look up, at what you have to climb next. And then you cry.
"It doesn't look so bad, right? RIGHT?"
Broken top mountain from the plateau.
The top part is mostly scree (loose volcanic rock), so while I figured it would merely double the time it already took, I was sorely mistaken. One step forward, two steps back. Same as last year's Agung climb in Indonesia.
Looking back toward the dusty plateau from whence we came.
Looong way back to the forest.
NO HORSES. Should have known...
Peter's self portrait.
I squeezed in for the last one.
Beautiful Moraine Lake just off the plateau.
Hitting the first of the snow patches.
We only realized on the descent that this wasn't, in fact, a trail. Makes sense in retrospect, but everyone else was heading straight up so we did too!
Spot the backpack!
Taking a rest before being accosted by overly friendly (I say rabid) chipmunks.
Exhibit.....Oh never mind. That's us.
Close up of Exhibit C. This guy chased me around (video at the end of the pictures).
More rabid chipmunks!
And me. Slowly coming up the hill. Did I mention slowly?
Finally at the summit and greeted by a beautiful, huge glacier.
The view from the top was superb.
My shadow. I love these shadow pictures because I actually look tall.
There's that red backpack again!
View from the edge of the precipice (aka where the tent was staked for the night).
TADA! 10,300 feet.
Tiny ant-people in the distance.
And the shadow of the mountain against the view.
Trying to get signal to tell my family I made it to the top.
Self portrait, including shiny forehead.
Peter boiling glacier water for dinner.
Loved these flowers at the top.
MARSHMALLOWS! Peter brought a bag up for birthday celebrationals too. Yay!
The Marshmallow Montage.
"Dear Mum, I made it to the top but might not make it down if the rabid chipmunks attack me again. Love, Jodi"
Tripods sometimes DO come in handy!
Sliver of the moon peeking through.
Credit goes to Peter for these shots - and his Canon EOS 7D.
I loved the ever-shifting sky as the sun set and the moon rose over the horizon. Just beautiful.
....And morning time! Sunrise viewed perfectly from right inside the tent. There are benefits to staking your temporary home at the edge of a cliff: nothing to block your view!
Another one from Peter's shiny camera.
And from my less shiny one.
It got bright VERY quickly, and though I woke up freezing, it was quickly very warm.
Beginning the decent soon enough, but first one last peek over the edge.
Long way down...
I love these shadow-of-the-mountain shots.
On the way down, Peter ran into this guy, who he went to high school with near Seattle. What? The world, she is tiny. Uber-tiny.
On the way down, the view seemed even more surreal than on the ascent. Beautiful colours.
Back down to the plateau area once again.
Been there, done that.
My "walking while wearing gaiters, a tank top and gloves" look. Classy, I know.
Me calling Peter an asshole for taking a video instead of a picture, then owning it. Also: in whispers, with wind. Torture yourself by listening, I dare you.
Me atop South Sister, AGAIN thinking Peter was taking a picture but no, it's a video. Explaining why my face is full of marshmallow.
On our descent, my only words of wisdom: "holy crap it's warm!". True story.
Peter liked the ripples on the lake. Thus: this is a ripples-on-a-lake kind of video.
Driving back to Seattle, The Peter looks satisfied with his climb.
Oregon: telling you what you already know, the road sign edition. ROCKS.
DOUBLE LINE MEANS DO NOT PASS. Thanks, Oregon!
Scenery on the drive to Seattle: not bad at all.