Cat Litter on Mount Shasta

Climbing Mount ShastaTopped by snow and glaciers,idea to talk John into bringing only a tarp, instead of the
Mount Shasta rises up above everything else whentent. The edges pulled loose in the wind again and
you approach it from the north.As soon as I saw it, Iagain, until we pinned down one side with heavy rocks,
wanted to be up there. We were coming south fromand wrapped the other side around us. Dust blew in,
Oregon, after driving across the country from Michigan.despite the tight wrap and rain. I was enjoying the
A detour to northern California before heading homeadventure more than John, who was very quiet. So I
seemed like a good idea to both of us."I wonder if wetalked until he fell asleep.Climbing Mount
could climb it?" I asked. John just nodded his headShasta"Apparently they start very early," John
quietly, agreeing not to the climb, but to the fact that hegrumbled. It was dark, but there were lights and noise
was wondering the same thing. I checked the map.from the tents around us. I stood up, and I saw lights
Mount Shasta is 14,162 feet above sea level. I liked theon the mountain a thousand up. It was 5:30 a.m. Hmm...
idea of climbing that high."Have you ever climbed aclimbers start early. With that new insight, we packed
mountain," John asked me. I thought about it for a while.our daypacks, hid our big backpacks in the rocks, and
"Not really. A lot of hills though."Mount Shasta City"Ohstepped onto the ice.Helen Lake was a mile of ups
yes," the old woman at the visitor's center told us,and downs, through sun-dished ice. Then we reached
"people climb Mount Shasta all the time." John pointedthe loose rock at the base of a steep slope, in
out the glaciers on the map she had given us. "Oh, well,Avalanche Gully. We started climbing Mount Shasta. an
did you bring crampons and ice axes?" John looked athour later, we quit."I can't do it," John gasped. "Can't get
me, and I could only say, "I've heard of theseenough air." We were at about 11,000 feet, and we
things."We did have some gear: backpacks, sleepingknew there was less oxygen, but this was the first
bags, and a tent. John had good hiking boots, but minetime John had actually been this high on foot. I once
were more like high-top shoes. Neither of us had everdrove higher in Colorado, but apparently driving wasn't
used crampons or an ice axe, so we went the fewa strenuous enough for me to notice the thinner air. I
blocks across town to see what the guy at thenoticed it here. We both did. We sat down and rested
climbing store had to say."Have you done any climbingfor a minute."Are you sure," I asked. He was - I wasn't.
before?" he asked us."A little," I answered,It was light now, and John didn't see any problem hiking
remembering the buildings we used to climb on asdown the four hours to the car alone. I would go on to
teenagers, and the rocks we had recently scrambledthe summit, and then come back down by evening. I
up in Oregon. I figured we were ready for Mounthad to continue. Mount Shasta was my first mountain,
Shasta."Well, you can't put crampons on those boots,"and I hadn't even used the poop bag yet.Altitude
he said to John, "and you sure can't put them onSicknessThe "Red Bank" is a line of broken cliffs
those," he told me, shaking his head at my shoes.above Avalanche Gully. I scrambled, climbed, slipped on
Crampons apparently need rigid boots - ourice, and eventually found a way up and over. Then
mountaineering lesson of the day. We could rent them,there were long steep slopes covered in loose rocks,
but only if we rented real mountaineering boots also.with a few bamboo sticks marking the way. My route
"And you'll need ice axes, of course." I felt a pain in myconverged with that of the other climbers, who had
wallet.Backpacking On Mount Shasta (Too Poor Forcome up the snow-slope route with crampons and ice
Climbing)A speeding ticket in North Dakota hadaxes.After much climbing, I finally made it to the
strained the budget, and Mount Shasta was anothersummit, which is called Misery hill, because it isn't
detour from the route and the budget. We could, weactually the summit. It just seems like it should be.
decided, hike up the mountain and do a littleThere was still a mile of snow to cross, and then more
backpacking. Still, I had to ask, "Do people climb Shastarocky terrain. One snow field had three-foot-high
without gear?" The store owner realized that the salepeaks covering it, like a huge merange pie.I rested a
was lost."It's been done," he answered impatiently."It'smoment, and realized I'd been hearing a new sound.
been done," I reminded John as we drove up the roadBang! Bang! Bang! It was the inside of my head, which
to Mount Shasta. He didn't answer, which was a goodhad never been so loud before. Hmm...interesting. I got
sign. I watched the Pine trees go by, andused to the noise and pain after an hour or so.I got
absentmindedly poked a finger through a hole in myused to the smell of sulphur too. Mount Shasta, it turns
shoe."Old Ski Bowl Trailhead," John said. I looked overout, is a volcano. When John Muir climbed it more than
at the sign. "7,900 feet." We were at the trailhead,a hundred years earlier, he had to huddle next to the
along with forty other cars, and it was early enough tohot sulphur gas vents to survive a night near the peak.
hit the trail.Mount Shasta Poop BagsWe looked at theHe was alternately freezing and burning.At The Top
registration forms, and had a decision to make. ThereOf Mount Shasta"So this is the top?" I mumbled lamely
was a $10 fee to hike or climb above "Horse Camp,"to the guy who had just told me the John Muir story.
at 8,400 feet. John pointed to a pile of paper bags,Clouds, and smoke from forest fires, obscured the
each with a handful of cat litter in it, and a plastic bagview in every direction, but it felt good to be so high,
to put it in. These were for carrying our excrement offand down to the east, I saw my first glacier, a few
the mountain, a requirement above 10,000 feet. Thathundred feet below."You can write your name in the
clinched it. We put $10 each in the envelope andregister there," the guy told me, pointing to something in
dropped it in the slot. We couldn't pass up thethe rocks. Guestbooks on top of mountains? Another
opportunity to poop in a bag in the mountains. I tooklesson for the day. I signed in, wrote some comment,
two for myself, in case of good luck.An easy trail tookand started down the mountain.Sun cups, or whatever
us to the hut and spring at Horse Camp. We filled ourthey call those depresions in the snow, fill with water in
water bottles. The dayhikers looked up at the mountainthe warm afternoon sun - another discovery. I'd climb
through cameras, while the climbers cooked noodlesout of one ten-foot-wide bowl and slide into the pond
and discussed weather reports. They looked at myat the bottom of the next. This was the pattern until I
shoes and smiled at each other when I mentioned wethankfully reached the ankle-twisting mile of rocks piled
might climb Mount Shasta.After Horse Camp the trailup below Helen Lake. Climbing down, I realized, is more
gets steeper and rockier. The trees end at aboutdifficult than climbing up, or at least more dangerous.I
8,500 feet, leaving only grasses, flowers, and otherfound the trail, my headache disappeared, I reached
tundra plants. Then the trail gets lost in the rocks justthe road, where John was waiting. By evening we
before the steep climb up to Helen Lake.Wind Andwere driving towards Michigan, Mount Shasta hidden in
Rain At Helen LakeThere is no lake. Helen lake is athe clouds and smoke behind us. Oh, and yes, I did get
more-or-less level area of snow and ice. At the edge,to use the poop bag. Somewhere around 11,500 feet, I
overlooking Horse Camp far below, there are dustythink, which I remembered when I was looking through
clearings in the rocks where the climbers camp. Wemy pack. "Pull over at the nearest garbage can," I told
found an empty spot and we set up camp. The windJohn.Steve Gillman is a long-time backpacker, and
was howling. We were at 10,440 feet.About the timeadvocate ultralight backpacking.
the rain started, I realized it might have been a bad