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Cat Litter on Mount Shasta

Climbing Mount ShastaTopped by snow andtalk John into bringing only a tarp, instead
glaciers, Mount Shasta rises up aboveof the tent. The edges pulled loose in the
everything else when you approach it from thewind again and again, until we pinned down
north.As soon as I saw it, I wanted to be upone side with heavy rocks, and wrapped the
there. We were coming south from Oregon,other side around us. Dust blew in, despite
after driving across the country fromthe tight wrap and rain. I was enjoying the
Michigan. A detour to northern Californiaadventure more than John, who was very quiet.
before heading home seemed like a good ideaSo I talked until he fell asleep.Climbing
to both of us."I wonder if we could climbMount Shasta"Apparently they start very
it?" I asked. John just nodded his headearly," John grumbled. It was dark, but there
quietly, agreeing not to the climb, but towere lights and noise from the tents around
the fact that he was wondering the sameus. I stood up, and I saw lights on the
thing. I checked the map. Mount Shasta ismountain a thousand up. It was 5:30 a.m.
14,162 feet above sea level. I liked the ideaHmm... climbers start early. With that new
of climbing that high."Have you ever climbedinsight, we packed our daypacks, hid our big
a mountain," John asked me. I thought aboutbackpacks in the rocks, and stepped onto the
it for a while. "Not really. A lot of hillsice.Helen Lake was a mile of ups and downs,
though."Mount Shasta City"Oh yes," the oldthrough sun-dished ice. Then we reached the
woman at the visitor's center told us,loose rock at the base of a steep slope, in
"people climb Mount Shasta all the time."Avalanche Gully. We started climbing Mount
John pointed out the glaciers on the map sheShasta. an hour later, we quit."I can't do
had given us. "Oh, well, did you bringit," John gasped. "Can't get enough air." We
crampons and ice axes?" John looked at me,were at about 11,000 feet, and we knew there
and I could only say, "I've heard of thesewas less oxygen, but this was the first time
things."We did have some gear: backpacks,John had actually been this high on foot. I
sleeping bags, and a tent. John had goodonce drove higher in Colorado, but apparently
hiking boots, but mine were more likedriving wasn't a strenuous enough for me to
high-top shoes. Neither of us had ever usednotice the thinner air. I noticed it here. We
crampons or an ice axe, so we went the fewboth did. We sat down and rested for a
blocks across town to see what the guy at theminute."Are you sure," I asked. He was - I
climbing store had to say."Have you done anywasn't. It was light now, and John didn't see
climbing before?" he asked us."A little," Iany problem hiking down the four hours to the
answered, remembering the buildings we usedcar alone. I would go on to the summit, and
to climb on as teenagers, and the rocks wethen come back down by evening. I had to
had recently scrambled up in Oregon. Icontinue. Mount Shasta was my first mountain,
figured we were ready for Mount Shasta."Well,and I hadn't even used the poop bag
you can't put crampons on those boots," heyet.Altitude SicknessThe "Red Bank" is a line
said to John, "and you sure can't put them onof broken cliffs above Avalanche Gully. I
those," he told me, shaking his head at myscrambled, climbed, slipped on ice, and
shoes. Crampons apparently need rigid boots -eventually found a way up and over. Then
our mountaineering lesson of the day. Wethere were long steep slopes covered in loose
could rent them, but only if we rented realrocks, with a few bamboo sticks marking the
mountaineering boots also. "And you'll needway. My route converged with that of the
ice axes, of course." I felt a pain in myother climbers, who had come up the
wallet.Backpacking On Mount Shasta (Too Poorsnow-slope route with crampons and ice
For Climbing)A speeding ticket in Northaxes.After much climbing, I finally made it
Dakota had strained the budget, and Mountto the summit, which is called Misery hill,
Shasta was another detour from the route andbecause it isn't actually the summit. It just
the budget. We could, we decided, hike up theseems like it should be. There was still a
mountain and do a little backpacking. Still,mile of snow to cross, and then more rocky
I had to ask, "Do people climb Shasta withoutterrain. One snow field had three-foot-high
gear?" The store owner realized that the salepeaks covering it, like a huge merange pie.I
was lost."It's been done," he answeredrested a moment, and realized I'd been
impatiently."It's been done," I reminded Johnhearing a new sound. Bang! Bang! Bang! It was
as we drove up the road to Mount Shasta. Hethe inside of my head, which had never been
didn't answer, which was a good sign. Iso loud before. Hmm...interesting. I got used
watched the Pine trees go by, andto the noise and pain after an hour or so.I
absentmindedly poked a finger through a holegot used to the smell of sulphur too. Mount
in my shoe."Old Ski Bowl Trailhead," JohnShasta, it turns out, is a volcano. When John
said. I looked over at the sign. "7,900Muir climbed it more than a hundred years
feet." We were at the trailhead, along withearlier, he had to huddle next to the hot
forty other cars, and it was early enough tosulphur gas vents to survive a night near the
hit the trail.Mount Shasta Poop BagsWe lookedpeak. He was alternately freezing and
at the registration forms, and had a decisionburning.At The Top Of Mount Shasta"So this is
to make. There was a $10 fee to hike or climbthe top?" I mumbled lamely to the guy who had
above "Horse Camp," at 8,400 feet. Johnjust told me the John Muir story. Clouds, and
pointed to a pile of paper bags, each with asmoke from forest fires, obscured the view in
handful of cat litter in it, and a plasticevery direction, but it felt good to be so
bag to put it in. These were for carrying ourhigh, and down to the east, I saw my first
excrement off the mountain, a requirementglacier, a few hundred feet below."You can
above 10,000 feet. That clinched it. We putwrite your name in the register there," the
$10 each in the envelope and dropped it inguy told me, pointing to something in the
the slot. We couldn't pass up the opportunityrocks. Guestbooks on top of mountains?
to poop in a bag in the mountains. I took twoAnother lesson for the day. I signed in,
for myself, in case of good luck.An easywrote some comment, and started down the
trail took us to the hut and spring at Horsemountain.Sun cups, or whatever they call
Camp. We filled our water bottles. Thethose depresions in the snow, fill with water
dayhikers looked up at the mountain throughin the warm afternoon sun - another
cameras, while the climbers cooked noodlesdiscovery. I'd climb out of one ten-foot-wide
and discussed weather reports. They looked atbowl and slide into the pond at the bottom of
my shoes and smiled at each other when Ithe next. This was the pattern until I
mentioned we might climb Mount Shasta.Afterthankfully reached the ankle-twisting mile of
Horse Camp the trail gets steeper androcks piled up below Helen Lake. Climbing
rockier. The trees end at about 8,500 feet,down, I realized, is more difficult than
leaving only grasses, flowers, and otherclimbing up, or at least more dangerous.I
tundra plants. Then the trail gets lost infound the trail, my headache disappeared, I
the rocks just before the steep climb up toreached the road, where John was waiting. By
Helen Lake.Wind And Rain At Helen LakeThereevening we were driving towards Michigan,
is no lake. Helen lake is a more-or-lessMount Shasta hidden in the clouds and smoke
level area of snow and ice. At the edge,behind us. Oh, and yes, I did get to use the
overlooking Horse Camp far below, there arepoop bag. Somewhere around 11,500 feet, I
dusty clearings in the rocks where thethink, which I remembered when I was looking
climbers camp. We found an empty spot and wethrough my pack. "Pull over at the nearest
set up camp. The wind was howling. We were atgarbage can," I told John.Steve Gillman is a
10,440 feet.About the time the rain started,long-time backpacker, and advocate ultralight
I realized it might have been a bad idea tobackpacking.



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