The best medicine for withdrawal is a quick fix. After returning from 10 days of climbing in California, I was still jonesing for more mountain time, knowing that the deep Pacific NW snowpack was making for some amazing summer ski conditions.
Jaime had planted a seed a few weeks ago, suggesting the SW Chutes on Mt. Adams for the weekend after my CA trip. Zach jumped on board, and by Saturday evening, we were driving through Trout Lake on the way to Mt. Adams.
After a few days in the backcountry, we decided to spend the rest of the our week in the friendly confines of Lover's Leap near South Lake Tahoe. With beautiful camping, impeccable rock and 4-600' routes, we could take the foot off the gas pedal a bit and still enjoy some fun, airy climbing.
The days were hot, but we still managed to climb - mostly in the morning and the evening with a brief siesta in between - the luxury of camping a mere minutes from the base of the wall. I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
Moments of uncertainty - miles from the trailhead. High up on a route with the mountain all to ourselves. Casting about in loose, vertical terrain looking for the supposed 3rd-4th class ledges. A striking alpine arete, towers of granite, wildness - the John Muir Wilderness. What better way to celebrate our 7th Anniversary? The Moongoddess Arete.
Each year, by the end of the Spring, I start to daydream about long, alpine routes on granite peaks - remote objectives offering solitude, altitude, and vertical terrain. I'll lie in bed, rifling through guidebooks looking for promising route descriptions. Ideas get passed back and forth with friends. Prior failures push back into my consciousness, tempting me with redemption. Motivation. Anticipation.