Friday, May 25, 2012

Packing List


With a week to wait, my sights are set unflinchingly on the white summit of Mt. Shasta.  I talk of it at every opportunity with long discourses that you might wish to avoid by not asking questions.  Every day I check the weather and stare at the webcam: http://www.snowcrest.net/camera/ and hope that wind gusts on the summit will not reach 100 mph as recorded a few times in the past week, and that snow in the form of horizontal whiteout takes a break for about eight hours when I least want it.  Today, the chance of snow was 80% with winds up to 45mph and the low tonight should be around 16 degrees F.

The venture may depend on weather or ability or both.  But one thing I want to be sure: that I carry all potentially needed gear.  And for that I ask your advice on my packing list, some items of which are shown in the picture.  Please do not sit back chuckling if I appear going off like some rank amateur.  Rather, come rallying with delicately-worded suggestions.

Tentative Packing List
Insulated winter boots
Thick socks and under-socks
Chemical toe warmers, just in case
Mitten-gloves, thickly padded, so the fingers warm each other like bodies in a sleeping bag.
Finger-gloves to better handle the ice axe in case it’s warm enough for finger-gloves
Crampons for traversing ice and snow
Helmet in case of falling rocks
Headlamp for the helmet so the summit attempt can begin at 2am
Thick furry head covering for under the helmet that leaves a small circle of face
Ski mask and goggles to go under said head covering to protect my identity
Propane stove for making water, and heating dehydrated food
The maroon dress that goes so well with strappy black heels.  This, in case my other oddities fail to gather the attention I crave.

Friday, May 4, 2012

A Little Ice Age


From a distance, Mt. Shasta appears an apparition, too huge to be real.  And that is the only way I have seen it.


This mountain
a Eureka held up
to sun-blinded eye
born to gaze into fire

pardon the dreamy-eyed girl
still in the grown-up


Why would you subject yourself to undue risks, 
  battle the perils of nature while struggling with a heavy pack, 
trying to get to a place that may give you mountain sickness?  
Go ahead and ask; I have.  


Go to India, someone has said, and a guru will send you to Mt. Shasta.  Go find the golden temples deep inside the mountain.  Commune with the Lemurians who dwell there.  Mystics speak of secret caverns within her.  They talk of strange lights dancing on her nighttime snow, of bells ringing along her slopes, and cities inhabited by advanced civilizations ten miles beneath her crest.

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I wish to convince you that I intend on coming back alive.  The month of June is about climbing, and much more.  One can choose between discovering wildflowers along a forest trail or taking an ice ax and crampons up the towering summit.