We set up camp well after midnight. Those without a FWC found other sleeping arrangements.
Early the next morning the sun's rays hit the eastern slopes of Mount Whitney.
I went on a walk to scout some climbing routes and spotted a familiar vehicle camping to the east.
We drove over to the Corridors set up a belay and started climbing.
Braden leads a class 5.9 route named "Senior Daredevil" as Clark keeps his belay.
He tops out and sets up a top rope for the rest of us.
Erik ties in next and scales the face. All of us find it hard to believe that this is his first time on rock.
Jo Ann is next.
photo by Jan Johnson I try the 5.6 "Trevor's Crack" but come up short. Braden and Erik climb the crack with ease and make me feel like the 57 year old man that that I am.
Braden taking photos before dinner.
Early the next morning Jan and I hear odd noises outside the camper. I track the noises to a couple of sleeping bags about 100 feet away from our camp.
Early the next morning Jan and I hear odd noises outside the camper. I track the noises to a couple of sleeping bags about 100 feet away from our camp.
Early morning at Camp Two.
photo by Braden Roseborough Jan and Bill in Mobius Arch.
photo by Jan Johnson Erik, Bill, Braden and Mobius Arch.
photo by Braden Roseborough Driving south on the 395.
photo by Braden Roseborough Jan and Bill in Mobius Arch.
photo by Braden Roseborough High country veterans Clark and Jo Ann gaze into the Sierra Nevada and discuss climbing Lone Pine Peak.
photo by Jan Johnson Erik, Bill, Braden and Mobius Arch.
photo by Braden Roseborough Driving south on the 395.
Spotted this Lenticular stack near Mojave.
Closer look.
I fear rock climbing! but hope to try it some day. And those sleeping bags! They make you look like fish in sacks.... hahaa.. Nice post. Always gives me a smile.
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